Left: To Fanny Fern.

which crowded the hall rose to its feet by a common impulse the instant that he was seen, and welcomed him with a storm of applause such as was rarely heard in those staid precincts. His fine face flushed with affectionate appreciation as he bowed his acknowledgments of the unlooked-for reception. After the lecture, I chanced to ride out to Cambridge in the same street-car with him, and heard him describing to a friend, with all the pleasure of a child, the cordiality of his greeting. His was a simple, unaffected nature, and his heart was as great as his mind.
      On the highest ground in the cemetery, on Amaranth Path, near the tower, is the Harvard College lot. Here are stones appropriately inscribed, to the memory of President Kirkland, Count Pourtales, and Professors Tappan, Ashman, Sophocles, Hagen and Watson. The lot is beautifully situated, and the memorials which it contains are interesting. A boulder marks Professor Hagen's grave. Professor Watson, who lies here, was long the associate of Professor Gray.
      On Pyrola Path, which leads from Spruce to Walnut Avenue, is the monument erected to the memory of that strange literary genius, friend of Emerson and Alcott and Hawthorne, Margaret Fuller Ossoli. It is an arched marble stone, surmounted by a cross, and bearing a medallion portrait in relief. The inscription, which, after the quaint fashion of an earlier day, reaches almost to the proportions of a biography, recites that she was born in Cambridge, May 23, 1810, that she was by birth a child of New England, by adoption a citizen of Rome, by genius belonging to the world; in youth an insatiate student, seeking the highest culture, in riper years teacher, writer; critic of literature and art; in maturer age, companion and helper of many earnest reformers in America and Europe. The stone is also dedi-