The International Monthly Magazine - Volume V - No IIVarious
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The International Monthly Magazine - Volume V - No II
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_Studying_ law in those days was a far different thing from its _reading_
now. Then it was _multum_: now it is _multa_. No copious indexes and
multifarious treatises were counted by thousands: no digests (directories
to the streets, the avenues, the fountains and the temples of the
science), abounded by scores. Libraries were carried about in wheelbarrows
and not in processions of vans, when the inexorable moving day came
around. Learned judges were not then compelled to hold courts in remote
villages (resorting hereby to a _coup de loi_), in order to escape the
_cacoethes loquendi_ of case lawyers and presuming juniors. Legal lore was
builded up like the massive stone and hard grained mortar of the edifices
of that olden time—slowly, carefully, but lastingly; not as are builded
now the brick and stuccoed mansions of the snob and parvenu. Not that
abounding treatises and familiarizing digests forbid the idea of the
perfect lawyer now-a-days: only that to-day the law student in the midst
of a large library stands more in need (when thinking of the _otium_ which
accompanies certain dignity), to utter the ejaculation, "lead us not into
temptation"—the temptation of possessing that knowledge which teaches
where to seek for information, and not the kind which is information of
itself.
In 1801 Mr. Story came to the Salem bar while at the age of twenty-two.
After being three years at practice he married his first wife, who died
within two years afterward, plunging him into the deepest grief. During
his courtship he dabbled (as almost every young lawyer does until he finds
that clients are severe critics) in poetry, and wrote a didactic poem of
two parts in heroic verse, entitled "The Power of Solitude." Adopting the
criticism of the biographers—its prominent defects were exaggeration of
feeling, confusion of imagery, want of simplicity of expression, stilted
and artificial style. But though dull as a poem, it shows facility and
talent for versification, breathes a warm aspiration for virtue and truth,
and is creditable to the scholarship of its author.
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