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Elmwood--going, of course, only as a day scholar. This school was kept by
               an Englishman named Wells, who had belonged to a publishing firm in

               Boston which had failed. This teacher was very sharp and severe, but he
               made all his boys learn Latin, as you may see by reading the learned notes

               and introductions to the "Biglow Papers," supposed to have been written by
                "Parson Wilbur," but in reality by Lowell himself.



               We sometimes find it difficult to believe that a great man whom we admire
               was ever an ordinary human being, with faults and errors like our own. But

               when we do find natural, childish letters, or read anecdotes of youthful
               naughtiness, we immediately feel like shaking hands with the scapegrace,
               and a real liking for him begins.



               Lowell was so reserved in after life, and so very correct and elegant both in

               his writing and in his deportment, that when we come across two letters
               written at about nine years of age, badly punctuated and badly spelled, but
               displaying all the natural spirits of a boy, we begin at once to feel at home

               with him and to have a genuine affection for the man we had before only
               admired as a very great and learned author. Here are the two letters just as

               they were written. It will be a good exercise for you to rewrite them,
               correcting the spelling, punctuation, and other faults.



               Jan. 25, 1827.



               My dear brother The dog and the colt went down to-day with our boy for
               me and the colt went before and then the horse and slay and dog-- I went to
               a party and I danced a great deal and was very happy--I read french

                stories--The colt plays very much--and follows the horse when it is out.
               Your affectionate brother,



               James R. Lowell.



               I forgot to tell you that sister mary has not given me any present but I have
               got three books



               Nov. 2,  1828.
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