On two leaves of his diary, written probably while at his home in Boston in the vacation that followed his Freshman year, and during the summer in which he had made the acquaintance of Miss Bullard, we find the following: “_Sept. 3, 1831, Sab. morn._—I found the correspondence of my father and own mother this morning, and eagerly sought out _her_ letters and read them. O my mother! I could not help kissing the letters. I looked at the paper and thought that her hand had rested upon it while writing it. The hand of my mother! She had formed every letter which I saw. _She_ had _looked_ upon that paper which I now looked upon. She had folded it. She had sent it. But I found out more of her _mind_ than I ever knew before; more of her _feelings_, her _piety_. I should think from her writings that she was very _amiable_, _lovely_, and _confiding_ in her disposition, yet had much dignity. She appeared to have a mind very clear, strong, yet not _perceptible_ till brought out by her feelings. Her letter to father in which she treats of ‘love to _God_, whether we should love him because he has done us good or not,’ etc., I was much pleased with. And I could not help observing that her letters were superior, more refined and conclusive, than the corresponding ones of father’s. They corresponded upon _subjects_, it seems, as pride, dress, slander, etc., etc. Her piety was doubted by herself, although no one who reads her description of her feelings can doubt for a moment that Christ was found within her heart. “The letter to father in reply, apparently, to one in which he had expressed his feelings toward her and urged for her permission to hope for a future union, pleased me much. There was much playfulness about it. I thought that I could see that she loved him while she was writing it, yet she tried not exactly to show it. I should think that at the conclusion she told her feelings frankly, from one line which I saw, but the rest was torn off. I suspect that father did it that no one might ever see it.” In common with many other students of limited means, he taught a term of eight weeks during three of the four years of his college course, using the winter vacation, which was at first six weeks long, and borrowing two weeks from the winter term in college. Of his experience in Hopkinton and some other matters, especially the fear of his friends concerning his engagement, the following letter to his brother William gives some interesting details: “HOPKINTON, Friday eve, 1832. ”MY DEAR BROTHER: