This good man has since become an earnest anti-suffragist and opposer of the movement for the higher education of women. I can only hope he does not owe his dismal convictions to the moral jar received on that occasion; and I regret to learn that his daughter has been forbidden to go to college. [Illustration: DR. EDWARDS A. PARK, FORMERLY PROFESSOR OF CHRISTIAN THEOLOGY IN ANDOVER SEMINARY. From a photograph taken in 1862 by J.W. Black, Boston.] We had, too, our levees--that was the word; by it one meant what is now called a reception. I have been told that my mother, who was a woman of marked social tastes and gifts, oppressed by the lack of variety in Andover life, originated this innocent form of dissipation. These festivities, like others in academic towns, were democratic to a degree amusing or inspiring, according to the temperament of the spectator. The professors' brilliantly-lighted drawing-rooms were thrown open to the students and families of the Hill. Distinguished men jostled the Academy boy who built the furnace fire to pay for his education, and who might be found on the faculty some day, in his turn, or might himself acquire an enviable and well-earned celebrity. Eminent guests from out of town stood elbow to elbow with poor theologues destined to the missionary field, and pathetically observing the Andover levee as one of the last occasions of civilized gayety in which it might be theirs to share. Ladies from Beacon Street or from New York might be seen chatting with some gentle figure in black, one of those widowed and brave women whose struggles to sustain life and educate their children by boarding students form so large a part of the pathos of academic towns. One such I knew who met on one of these occasions a member of the club for which she provided. The lady was charming, well-dressed, well-mannered. The young man, innocent of linen, had appeared at the levee in a gray flannel shirt. Introductions passed. The lady bowed. "I am happy," stammered the poor fellow, "I am happy to meet the woman who cooks our victuals." If it be asked, Why educate a man like that for the Christian ministry?--but it was _not_ asked. Like all monstrosities, he grew without permission. Let us hasten to call him the exception that he was to what, on the whole, was (in those days) a fair, wholesome rule of theological selection. The Professor's eyes flashed when he heard the story. "I have never approved," I think he said, "of the Special Course." For the Professor believed in no short-cut to the pulpit; but pleaded for all the education, all the opportunity, all the culture, all the gifts, all the graces, possible to a man's privilege or energy, whereby to fit him to preach the Christian religion. But, like other professors, he could not always have his way.