being then a Unitarian, or dreaming of the great change that was to follow within two or three years,—­and was a regular attendant under the preaching of Mr. Everett up to the last.  On his removal to Baltimore, he swung round again toward Orthodoxy,—­that Orthodoxy which has been so wittily defined as my doxy, while heterodoxy is your doxy,—­and sat for three years under the preaching of Dr. Ingals, the highly gifted gentleman to whom he dedicated his poem—­in blank—­when it first appeared, being perhaps a little afraid of committing himself in advance; and then, at the very first gathering of the Baltimore Unitarians in a large auction-room, which led to the organization of a church within a few months, the erection of a beautiful building, and to the settlement of our friend, the late Dr. Jared Sparks, he came out fair and square upon the great question, and led, or helped lead, the exercises.  The result of which was, that in due time, after his failure in business, he became a student of theology at Cambridge, and within a year was called to the ministry of reconciliation over Hollis Street Church, as a successor to Mr. Holly, at that time a most captivating preacher, with a congregation and church eminently fastidious and exacting, and not easily satisfied; yet Mr. Pierpont labored with them and for them over twenty-five years, with an earnestness, a comprehensiveness, and a faithfulness, for which some of them have not forgiven him to this day.  He entered upon the ministry there in April, 1819, and resigned in 1845; when he became the first pastor of a Unitarian church in Troy, remained there four years, and then took charge of a church in Medford; where he was living when the Rebellion broke out, and he entered the army as chaplain, under an express stipulation that the regiment was not to go round Baltimore.

But I am fully justified in saying that, when I first knew him in Boston, he did not know himself.  He had entirely mistaken his vocation, and was about the last man in the world to enter into trade, though pre-eminently fitted for business, if he had been properly encouraged,—­the business of law certainly, and the business of statesmanship.  He saw nothing of what was before him,—­nothing of the field he was to occupy till the Master came,—­nothing of the influence, nothing of the authority, he was to exercise over the minds and hearts of men,—­and nothing of that huge oriflamme which was coming up slowly, to be sure, but certainly, over the distant verge of an ever-widening horizon.  He was utterly discouraged as a lawyer; he knew nothing of business; he had no capital; and what on earth was he good for?  Whither should he go?  What undertake?

And yet he bore up manfully through all this discouragement, and no word of complaint or murmuring ever escaped his lips.  On the whole, he was one of the most truly conscientious men I ever knew,—­and why not one of the most truly religious, notwithstanding his obnoxious faith?—­so even-tempered that I never saw him disturbed more than once or twice in all my life, and so patient under wrong that one could hardly believe in his withering sarcasm, and scorching indignation when he took the field as a reformer, “in golden panoply complete.”