CHAPTER II.
SCHOOL DAYS.
When I was eleven years old, two events occurred which changed considerably the current of my life.

My only brother, who had just graduated from Union College, came home to die.

A young man of great talent and promise, he was the pride of my father's heart.

We early felt that this son filled a larger place in our father's affections and future plans than the five daughters together.

Well do I remember how tenderly he watched my brother in his last illness, the sighs and tears he gave vent to as he slowly walked up and down the hall, and, when the last sad moment came, and we were all assembled to say farewell in the silent chamber of death, how broken were his utterances as he knelt and prayed for comfort and support.