The portrait of Dr.
Adams hangs on my study wall--alongside of the portrait of Chalmers--and as I look at his majestic countenance now, I still seem to see him as on that Sabbath morning he stood before us, with the light of eternity beaming on his brow! In the summer of 1845 I was strolling with my friend Littell (the founder of the _Living Age_), through the leafy lanes of Brookline, and we came to a tasteful church.

"That," said Mr.Littell, "is the Harvard Congregational meeting house.

They have lately called a brilliant young Mr.Storrs, who was once a law student with Rufus Choate; he is a man of bright promise." Two years afterward I saw and heard that brilliant young minister in the pulpit of the newly organized Church of the Pilgrims in Brooklyn.

He had already found his place, and his throne.

He made that pulpit visible over the continent.