Some day these mountain
truths, among which he now wanders in darkness, shall be radiant in his
sight with the Divine Compassion, and his gloom shall give place to
abiding love, joy, and peace.
It was in 1827, and Henry was fourteen years old, when he entered the
Mount Pleasant Institute. "He was admitted to the institution at a
price about half the usual charge, for one hundred dollars per year.
His appearance was robust and healthy, rather inclined to fulness of
form, with a slight pink tinge on his cheeks and a frequent smile upon
his face. In his manners and communications he was quiet, orderly, and
respectful. He was a good-looking youth." This is the testimony of
one of his teachers, Mr. George Montague.
"I think he must have been fond of children, for he was always ready
for a frolic with me. I don't remember how he spoke, except that he
talked a good deal and was full of life and fun." So says a friend in
whose home he boarded, in a letter written during the past year.
No place could have been better fitted to the condition of the boy, as
he then was, than the one chosen. He was tired of the city with its
brick walls, stone pavements, and artificial restrictions, and longed
for the freedom and the freshness of the country.
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