Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III A STUDENT OF THEOLOGY IN the fall of 1890 Atkinson entered the Episcopal Theological School in Cambridge. Though within five minutes' walk of the old College Yard, he felt himself miles away, in a new and more radiant climate. He loved the quietness of the place, with its picturesque group of stone buildings, with its beautiful Gothic chapel, its old trees, its wide grass-plots. American that he was, he liked to be learning about the Church beneath the shadow of Washington's headquarters on one side, and the ancient elm under which Washington took command of the Continental army, a few steps away, on the other. But the free, high-spirited life within the walls, during the early nineties, was even better than this outward symbol. The School at this time ranged in number from forty to fifty men—a numbersufficiently small to allow the students to come together not only in the Refectory, but in the Reading Room, which after dinner was apt to be a meeting point for gay and general talk. A Harvard man received in this way some of the delight of a small college. And since, in spite of various temperaments and various degrees of training and ability, all the men had the same high purpose, there was a sense of comradeship which made the School one pleasant family. To this family spirit the faculty, who lived hard by, contributed. The Dean, Dr. William Lawrence, was a capital tennis- player and challenged the students to many a game ; moreover, he was always dispensing a charming hospitality in his home, especially glad, in this way, to bring the students into personal contact with such distinguished guests as Henry Drummond, Mr. Roosevelt or the Lord Bishop of Derry, Dr. Alexander. The other professors were also the kindest of friends and advisers. But it was in their cla...