clatter and outcry, and then strode up the aisle towards the rostrum, both hands clutched in his own dishevelled hair, a look of agony on his face, screaming at the top of his voice, 'I am not mad, I am not mad,' finishing his recitation in the same tragic manner. It was deemed a great piece of oratory."

After his experience at Kingsville, Burrows attended the academy at Austinburg, in the same county, teaching school during the Winter months, as did also his sister and five of his brothers. By the time he was eighteen years old he was regarded as a competent pedagogue, and was appointed principal of a "female" seminary in Madison, Lake County, Ohio. It was here that the romance of his life occurred, for the assistant principal was Miss Jennie S. Hibbard, to whom he was married within a few months, on January 31, 1856, just after passing his nineteenth birthday. The letter written by the youthful and admiring assistant principal to announce to her uncle her engagement is so charmingly naïve that it is given here in full:

From Miss Jennie S. Hibbard

VERY DEAR UNCLE:

MADISON SEM., November, 19th, '55

Here I am pleasantly located in the flourishing town of Madison, surrounded by all the pleasures life

would seek. You may wish to know why I am here and what I am engaged in (perhaps the question would be full as easily answered were you to ask who I am engaged to however, we will let that pass for the present). The circular within may partially furnish you with an answer. Suffice it to add that we have a very exceedingly pleasant school. This is the first week of our second term-eleven weeks each. Mr. J. C. Burrows, you will see by the advertisement, is principal, and Miss Jennie S. Hibbard his assistant.

He is a gentleman eighteen years of age, irreproachable character, generous impulses, and endowed with a giant intellect which threatens some future day to make the world tremble. There's a certain honorable nobility about him that serves at once as a passport to the best of society. He is at once distinguished from the common mind—a gentleman from Geneva where he resides says he is the most talented man in America; so you see, Uncle, I am not the only one that admires his character. Mayhaps you may think that my regard for him amounts to something more than admiration, and indeed, dear Uncle, can you present any good reason why it should not? We board at the same place and have a common sittingroom, consequently I am thrown into his company continually. Thereby I have ample opportunity of noting the various passions which actuate him, and

I can say truthfully that I have never known him to do aught but was honorable and praiseworthy. He is at present engaged at the same table with myself writing an original speech, which he anticipates delivering before long at Centerville in the townhouse. You may well think I am proud of the conquest I have gained, and I will nobly strive to fill with honor the important station I am about to occupy.

I often think how Aunt Sarah almost blamed me because I refused the addresses of a certain young man-the first letters of his name are C-—— A▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ He has since married M——— H——, and is no more to be compared with your prospective nephew than a soap-bubble to the foaming waters of Niagara. Mr. Burrows is at times mirthful, but again the Goddess of Thought holds sway over him, proud of her high mission. He will probably teach here one term more, and then will commence reading law. A life of usefulness is predicted by all. He has one brother reading law now at Cleveland, another at Hamilton College preparing for the ministry, another a practicing physician at Lenox-quite a literary family methinks I hear you say, and indeed they are; and now, Uncle, if I wasn't afraid I should blush (right before him, too) I would tell you that I am about to launch off into the peculiar state of connubial bliss with this mighty genius, and then I would not only ask but implore