Jennison, the old physician, and Dr. Popkin,
the old Greek professor, of whom a delightful life was written
by President Felton. Mr. Sales, an old Spaniard, had given
lessons in Spanish from time immemorial. He was a queer looking
old gentleman, who had his gray hair carefully dressed every
day by a barber, wearing an ancient style of dress, covered
with snuff, but otherwise scrupulously neat. He had a curious
bend and walk, which made him seem a little like a dog walking
on his hind legs. He was very fond of the boys and they
of him. He made full allowance for the exuberance of youth.
Two careless students who were driving in a sleigh ran against
him in the street and knocked him over and injured him severely.
But the old fellow would not betray their names and had nothing
to say when somebody talked severely of their carelessness
but "Oh, oh, young blood, young blood." I never saw him in
the least disturbed or angry with anything the boys said or
did except on one occasion. Henry Whitney said, in reciting
in Don Quixote, in the course of some discussion, "By Jingo,
Mr.
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