with the powerful sermon he had repeated, and by remorse for his own attempted levity.  His emotional Celtic nature was deeply impressed.  A few days later he disappeared, and was not heard of again until, some months after, Dr. Rogers learned that he was the guest of the Rev. Aaron Burr at Newark, and studying for the church.  He was ordained in due course, converted his old companions, then set sail for St. Croix.

Hamilton met him at Peter Lytton’s, talked with him the day through, and carried him home to dinner.  After that he became little less than an inmate of the household; a room was furnished for him, and when he did not occupy it, he rode over several times a week.  His books littered every table and shelf.

Alexander was his idol, and he was the first to see that the boy was something more than brilliant.  Hamilton had accepted his son’s cleverness as a matter of course, and Rachael, having a keen contempt for fatuous mothers, hardly had dared admit to herself that her son was to other boys as a star to pebbles.  When Knox, who had undertaken his education at once, assured her that he must distinguish himself if he lived, probably in letters, life felt almost fresh again, although she regretted his handicap the more bitterly.  As for Knox, his patience was inexhaustible.  Alexander would have everything resolved into its elements, and was merciless in his demand for information, no matter what the thermometer.  He had no playmates until he was nine, and by that time he had much else to sober him.  Of the ordinary pleasures of childhood he had scant knowledge.

Rachael wondered at the invariable sunniness of his nature,—­save when he flew into a rage,—­for under the buoyancy of her own had always been a certain melancholy.  Before his birth she had gone to the extremes of happiness and grief, her normal relation to life almost forgotten.  But the sharpened nerves of the child manifested themselves in acute sensibilities and an extraordinary precocity of intellect, never in morbid or irritable moods.  He was excitable, and had a high and sometimes furious temper, but even his habit of study never extinguished his gay and lively spirits.  On the other hand, beneath the surface sparkle of his mind was a British ruggedness and tenacity, and a stubborn oneness of purpose, whatever might be the object, with which no lighter mood interfered.  All this Rachael lived long enough to discover and find compensation in, and as she mastered the duties of her new life she companioned the boy more and more.  James was a good but uninteresting baby, who made few demands upon her, and was satisfied with his nurse.  She never pretended to herself that she loved him as she did Alexander, for aside from the personality of her first-born, he was the symbol and manifest of her deepest living.