Here you will not be crowded. Ah! your cough
Is troublesome to-day. Pray, take this seat;
You'll see as well, and be much more at ease.

PROFESSOR OLNEY (_taking the seat_).
Thank you! thank you! This is kind, indeed.
I am not well to-day, but could not lose
This chance of listening to your father's voice.
His eloquence is classic in its style;
Not brilliant with explosive coruscations
Of heterogeneous thoughts at random caught,
And scattered like a shower of shooting stars
That end in darkness--no; Judge Bolton's mind
Is clear, and full, and stately, and serene.
His earnest and undazzled eye he keeps
Fixed on the sun of Truth, and breathes his speech
As easy as an eagle cleaves the air,
And never pauses till the height is won.
And all who listen follow where he leads.

YOUNG BOLTON.
I hope you will be gratified. Are all--
All well at home?


PROFESSOR OLNEY _(smiling)_.
I should not else be out.
And Isabelle will hear the recitations.

YOUNG BOLTON _(aside)_.