John Thornton Kirkland should have been seen and heard as he is remembered by old graduates of Harvard, sitting in the ancient Presidential Chair, on Commencement Day, and calling in his penetrating but musical accents:  “Expectatur Oratio in Lingua Latina” or “Vernacula,” if the “First Scholar” was about to deliver the English oration.  It was a presence not to be forgotten.  His “shining morning face” was round as a baby’s, and talked as pleasantly as his voice did, with smiles for accents and dimples for punctuation.  Mr. Ticknor speaks of his sermons as “full of intellectual wealth and practical wisdom, with sometimes a quaintness that bordered on humor.”  It was of him that the story was always told,—­it may be as old as the invention of printing,—­that he threw his sermons into a barrel, where they went to pieces and got mixed up, and that when he was going to preach he fished out what he thought would be about enough for a sermon, and patched the leaves together as he best might.  The Reverend Dr. Lowell says:  “He always found the right piece, and that was better than almost any of his brethren could have found in what they had written with twice the labor.”  Mr. Cabot, who knew all Emerson’s literary habits, says he used to fish out the number of leaves he wanted for a lecture in somewhat the same way.  Emerson’s father, however, was very methodical, according to Dr. Lowell, and had “a place for everything, and everything in its place.”  Dr. Kirkland left little to be remembered by, and like many of the most interesting personalities we have met with, has become a very thin ghost to the grandchildren of his contemporaries.

Joseph Stevens Buckminster was the pulpit darling of his day, in Boston.  The beauty of his person, the perfection of his oratory, the finish of his style, added to the sweetness of his character, made him one of those living idols which seem to be as necessary to Protestantism as images and pictures are to Romanism.

John Sylvester John Gardiner, once a pupil of the famous Dr. Parr, was then the leading Episcopal clergyman of Boston.  Him I reconstruct from scattered hints I have met with as a scholarly, social man, with a sanguine temperament and the cheerful ways of a wholesome English parson, blest with a good constitution and a comfortable benefice.  Mild Orthodoxy, ripened in Unitarian sunshine, is a very agreeable aspect of Christianity, and none was readier than Dr. Gardiner, if the voice of tradition may be trusted, to fraternize with his brothers of the liberal persuasion, and to make common cause with them in all that related to the interests of learning.

William Tudor was a chief connecting link between the period of the “Monthly Anthology,” and that of the “North American Review,” for he was a frequent contributor to the first of these periodicals, and he was the founder of the second.  Edward Everett characterizes him, in speaking of his “Letters on the Eastern States,” as a scholar and a gentleman, an impartial observer, a temperate champion, a liberal opponent, and a correct writer.  Daniel Webster bore similar testimony to his talents and character.