also my
good
fortune to
meet in my
early days
in
Boston;and
if his
great
sweetness
and
kindness
had not
instantly
won my
liking,I
should
still have
been glad
of the
glimpse of
the older
and
statelier
Boston
which my
slight
acquaintance
with
George
Ticknor
gave
me.The
historian
of Spanish
literature,the
friend and
biographer
of
Prescott,and
a leading
figure of
the
intellectual
society of
an epoch
already
closed,dwelt
in the
fine old
