During the two years that he remained in college as a student, his attention to his studies was unremitting and his character unsullied. He early manifested that preference for the study of intellectual and moral philosophy which characterized him in after life, but in the higher branches of mathematics he held a distinguished rank, and by universal consent sustained the reputation of a generous, honourable, and pious youth. His attachment to his immediate relatives still continued very strong. His visits to his family were hailed with delight by his parents, and every young face beamed with joy when William came home. He very often, during his first year in college, would walk the eleven miles between Newark and his father's residence, and surprise them by a Saturday night visit, saying, "I was so home-sick I could not stay away any longer." One of his elder brothers would then rise before day on Monday, and ride with him to college in time for prayers. Independently of the amount of writing necessary for college exercises, Mr. Graham employed his talent for versification upon every subject that came within his reach. His portfolio overflowed with the fruits of his leisure hours. There remains of these, a poem on the Millennium of some seven or eight hundred lines, some odes and pastorals, and a descriptive poem entitled, "The Christian's Death Bed." They evidence poetical ability, correct taste, and much classical knowledge, but want finish and accuracy of style. A short piece, called The Swallow, which will be found among the poetry in this volume, was written upon one of his visits at home, for the amusement of a younger brother, and making no pretensions to merit, is ren dered charming by its very simplicity. Mr. Graham's pen was always at the service of his friends. The albums of his female acquaintances were ornamented by his beautiful penmanship and ingenious rhymes. Great amusement was afforded to his sisters and cousins by the poetical letters they were constantly receiving from college. Many of these have been preserved. They are generally unsuitable for publication, but I cannot refrain from subjoining one or two extracts from the many I have seen, trusting that they will be read with interest, in connexion with the scenes and events that prompted them. Dear Sister, what say you to this kind of weather, And then just to see what mankind are about; And Spring all in smiles will be just coming in. To rove on the banks of some soft flowing rill. And sends out his winds to lay every thing flat. And student, and lady, and lover, no doubt, Will be puffing and coughing the rest of the year. Ye cousins all of London town, that seat of female merit, The streets a mass of miry clay, the gutters pour in thunder, under; The old man stares, and shuts the door, and swears in language clever, That such a storm was ne'er before,-nor shall be more-forever. Alas! of former charms no trace is found the prospect o'er, And Newark, once a lovely place, is lovely now no more. Those lips of love and eyes of light, are now all clothed in gloom. What mortal could attempt the street, or cross the stormy waters? A solitary grunter moans along the swelling gutter, And wallowing in the mire he loves, begins at length to mutter: "Alas!" grunts he, "that boasting men should live in such a border, I'll get me to my sty again, 'tis in much better order!" An altar pure on Afric's mount, 'mid scenes of darkness dreary, Like emblems are of woman's heart, amid a world of sorrow. faces; No wonder that they seem so fair, that we could never lose them, Given by these, the charms they wear, and taught by these to use them. And now I'll strike another string, and grow less sentimental:- Contending with afflictions strong, from Grief new tones they borrow, Until what was Joy's grateful song, becomes the voice of Sorrow. Mr. Graham's departure for college had been the first break in this hitherto united and happy family. Alas! it was soon to be followed by many and bitter trials. Soon after his leaving home, his father, returning one night from a visit to one of his parishioners, was thrown from his carriage and received a serious injury. After a tedious illness he recovered sufficiently to be able to preach as formerly, but was never again able to walk without a cane. Injudicious medical treatment aggravated his disease, and after lingering nearly a year, he departed, Nov. 5, 1835, to render an account of his stewardship. The warm attachment which existed between the father and his favourite son, had been strengthened rather than diminished by the absence of the latter at college, and his death was a great loss as well as grief to William. He loved to talk of his father, and to describe to me his appearance and character. He was his perfect model of what a father should be. This filial reverence and love was one of the most prominent and beautiful traits in his disposition. In the incidents of his childhood, to which he was fond of recurring, his father's name was often |