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��Mv. Dow died at Fr.anconia, Aug. 25, 18.^7. He was not a successful man. His tiirifty neighbors said he did not like to work. He certainh' failed to concentrate his energies in any par- ticular direction so as to achieve any notable success. In manners he was gentlemanly, and in appearance pre- possessing. He sought in many callings for the key to worldly achiev- ment. Old age came and he had not found it. Though he had not suc- ceeded for himself, he had been use- ful to the public as a teacher of youth, as a town official, and as a magis- trate. Though his habits partook of the spirit of the times, and he was
��generally in financial stress, there is nothing of fact or tradition, that has come to us to cast any shadow over the personal integrity of the man.
His is not an isolated case. Fail- ures without number mark the his- tory of our profession. The exam- ples of those who have succeeded are studied with pleasure and fol- lowed with profit. The story of one who strove and who failed may be less attractive ; but, while it points to fatal pitfalls into which a brother has fallen, it blazes the way of honorable achievmeut for those who will heed the warninor.
��S. PAUL'S SCHOOL. By a Boston Alumnus.
��If instead of taking the main road from Concord to the old town of Hop- kinton the traveller takes another which runs parallel to it, starting from the north end of the city, he will come after half a mile's walk to a point where there is a total change in the character of the surroundings. Looking behind him he will see as- phalt walks, a dusty road, wooden and brick buildings, while before him, through a low thick growth of wood- land, where the grass has grown liter- ally under the feet of men and horses, stretches upward by a gradual incline the continuation of the road, down which at a certain hour of the after- noon the sun pours its blazing flood of light. The road passes to the north of the old President Pierce es- tate ; its termination is reached at the
��summit of a hill, from which point the traveller must work his way through the woods, first down, then up again, until he reaches the barren top of Prospect, a hill of 400 feet, and bearing a most fitting name. The view from here is one of the grandest of the many superb views about Con- cord. To the left, across the valley and beyond the foot-hill, nestled among the elms, lies the capital of this Granite state, its most conspic- uous object being the dome of the Capitol, whose surmounting eagle daz- zles the eye when the sun's rays are reflected back by it. To the north- east, across the Merrimack, rises that remarkable sand-scoop, a name which its shape certainly permits, and which is known for miles around as one of the most prominent features in the
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