A perfectly gentlemanly young man, of courteous address and mild utterance, but means at least as much as he says.  There are some people whose rhetoric consists of a slight habitual under-statement.  I often tell Mrs. Professor that one of her “I think it’s sos” is worth the Bible-oath of all the rest of the household that they “know it’s so.”  When you find a person a little better than his word, a little more liberal than his promise, a little more than borne out in his statement by his facts, a little larger in deed than in speech, you recognize a kind of eloquence in that person’s utterance not laid down in Blair or Campbell.

This was a proud fellow, self-trusting, sensitive, with family-recollections that made him unwilling to accept the kind of aid which many students would have thankfully welcomed.  I knew him too well to urge him, after the few words which implied that he was determined to go.  Besides, I have great confidence in young men who believe in themselves, and are accustomed to rely on their own resources from an early period.  When a resolute young fellow steps up to the great bully, the World, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find it come off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away timid adventurers.  I have seen young men more than once, who came to a great city without a single friend, support themselves and pay for their education, lay up money in a few years, grow rich enough to travel, and establish themselves in life, without ever asking a dollar of any person which they had not earned.  But these are exceptional cases.  There are horse-tamers, born so,—­as we all know; there are woman-tamers, who bewitch the sex as the pied piper bedeviled the children of Hamelin; and there are world-tamers, who can make any community, even a Yankee one, get down and let them jump on its back as easily as Mr. Rarey saddled Cruiser.

Whether Langdon was of this sort or not I could not say positively; but he had spirit, and, as I have said, a family-pride which would not let him be dependent.  The New England Brahmin caste often gets blended with connections of political influence or commercial distinction.  It is a charming thing for the scholar, when his fortune carries him in this way into some of the “old families” who have fine old houses, and city-lots that have risen in the market, and names written in all the stock-books of all the dividend-paying companies.  His narrow study expands into a stately library, his books are counted by thousands instead of hundreds, and his favorites are dressed in gilded calf in place of plebeian sheepskin or its pauper substitutes of cloth and paper.