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During the revolutionary war, the sports were of a military character; and he was accustomed to mingle in all amusements peculiar to childhood and youth. Although but twelve years old when peace was declared, yet few soldiers who returned from the glorious campaigns of that service, could go through the manual exercise with more dexterity than young Burges, with the little firelock which his father had whittled out for him. Many of the soldiers visited the family, and nothing so delighted him as their animating stories "how fields were won," except reading the Pilgrim's Progress, and the life of Joseph. These still retain their power over him; while the tale of the soldier, unless it be a story of his own bravery and suffering, has lost its charm and even Homer's battle fields, afford him not such pleasure as do his peaceful and lovely episodes.

The athletic games of New-England, especially at this period, were, wrestling, running races, ball, and quoits. The first of these was his favorite amusement; and if he ever had a passion for any exercise, it was the wrestling at arms-length. These youthful sports, and the interest and love of them displayed by Burges, illustrate a peculiar trait of character. They served to call into active operation, and to strengthen that spirit of independence, which was so clearly manifested then, and which now breathes in every act, and on every occasion.

After he was capable of writing "joining-hand,” many of his leisure hours were employed in composition. He was also passionately fond of perusing the works of Pope, Dryden, and Addison. Letter writing was very fashionable among his associates; and the letters written by him from the age of sixteen to that of twenty-one, would have filled a volume. Some were in prose, and others in verse, addressed chiefly to the young persons of his acquaintance; none of them, however, have been preserved. To this early application to attain a most valuable and elegant accomplishment, may be traced in some measure, his present style of writing.

Among his male associates, Elihu Doty was his earliest friend and correspondent. Doty was a poet, mathematician, and historian; with an iron memory, a fine imagination,

and a power of reasoning, surprising when considered in connection with his other endowments. His wit also was brilliant and always at command, and none could excel him in colloquial powers. They were nearly of the same age. Doty's mother was a widow, a neighbor, very poor, but of an excellent mind, and beloved by all for her lively conversation, and truly benevolent heart. The eldest brother of Doty returned in 1798 from a pilgrimage in Europe, whither he went many years before, in a destitute condition; and when he arrived at home, he was not much better provided; but he had enriched his mind with science and elegant literature. Besides being a walking library, he brought with him many choice books. They were mines of wealth for Tristam and Elihu; and although but seventeen years old, they frequently consumed whole days, when the former was not pressed by the labors of the field or the cooper's shop; whole summer days, in a lovely piece of woods on his father's farm. There they read together the most interesting books brought home by Elihu's brother.

Elihu himself, unfortunately, had no resources but the sea, and on that element he was compelled to seek a livelihood.His first voyage, was from New-Bedford; the second from NewYork. He succeeded well, and finally became master of a good ship. It is difficult to describe the feelings of Doty, at this change of fortune. As we have seen, he was a lover of books, a poet, and mathematician. His profession enabled him to know much of other parts of the world; to visit lands of which he had read in glowing terms of description, and to become familiar with the laws and sentiments of people separated by the boundless ocean. And now too, that ocean-that wonderful and sublime element, was to be his home. But with all these advantages, he left behind much that was dear to him; and he regretted nothing more than the loss of his young friend.

Jonathan More was another of his early companions. More was a lad of sterling intellect; a son of the clergyman of the Parish of Rochester. His opportunities for acquiring an education were superior to those of his friend-as his father's means were more extended than those of the elder Mr. Burges. He

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was fitted for college, and intended to enter one of the learned professions; but his health was so delicate that he was compelled to take a sea voyage. He was fond of the sea, and concluded to abandon other pursuits for this. Subsequently he became master of a ship, sailed a number of voyages from New-York, accumulated a handsome fortune, but was finally lost at sea.

Familiar and uninterrupted intercourse with such young men, contributed much to the formation of Burges's habits and character. Accustomed to join with them in their boyish amusements, to read, converse, and after the toils of the day, to spend hours in their society, his natural desire for knowledge and improvement, was increased and strengthened. When the mind begins to unfold its energies, it is difficult to calculate the influence of such companionship. Next to the advice, example, and tender solicitude of a mother, perhaps no outward circumstances help to mould and perfect character, like the intimacies of childhood and youth. At that period, the mind is so flexible, and the disposition so easily inclined to right or wrong, that few resist the temptations that may assail, or the virtues that command admiration. As such intimacies originate congenial habits and sentiments, new charms are developed, and a strong impulse given to ambition and a thirst after excellence. Thus it was with young Burges. Many of his qualities of mind and heart, may be traced to the reciprocal influence of his companions in carly life. What firm resolves, may have sprung up in their bosoms, when they used to retire to the woods, and read together the books which they had collected. Habits, formed under such circumstances, are too closely blended with the life to be destroyed without a mighty effort. As time rolls on, they gather strength, and may obtain victories glorious and imperishable.

It had always been the determination of Burges, to leave his native fields, for other avocations. He once thought of going to sea, not with any intention of following it as a calling; but, because he believed if he was successful, his father would, after a few voyages, be enabled thereby to aid him in his great object-the attainment of so much knowledge as would fit

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him to enter one of the liberal professions. His brother Benjamin shipped for a voyage, soon after he arrived at his twentyfirst year. The whaling business between the coast of NewEngland and the West Indies, was then very profitable. After long and anxious solicitation, Tristam's parents consented that he might go on a whaling expedition. Captain Carver was fitting from Fairhaven, not more than eight miles from Rochester. He was an old friend of his father, and agreed to ship him as one of his coopers. The die was cast-the ambitious youth felt already as if under sail; and that he would return home, as he has often remarked, rich as spermaceti could make him. The number of dollars which his share in the voyage would bring, had been counted up. The labor which his father must have hired during his absence, was to be returned from his earnings; and the balance applied to learn Greek and Latin, to fit himself as a teacher, and thereby enough be acquired to carry him through the preparatory course of medical studies.

He was fitted out with all things needful for a summer cruise on both sides of the Gulf Stream. As he was to be one of the officers, a cooper, on board the ship, it was not necessary for him to leave his quiet fields, to hold controversy with "the ruffian billows," or to join his jolly ship-mates, until a few hours before the vessel was to sail. The day arrived when he was to bid his family and friends farewell, and for a season to make his home on the ocean. It was a day of mingled joy and sorrow to him, and of lamentation to his parents. As was mentioned in a preceding part of our narrative, they were strongly opposed to his intended enterprize; and consented only through his pressing entreaties. He had never been from his father's dwelling before, except to visit friends in the immediate neighborhood. And now, he was to leave the family circle, and be exposed to the dangers, temptations, and rude assaults of the world. While his father was pouring into his ear paternal counsel, and his mother was beseeching him, "to take good care of himself," and at the same time describing the storms of the sea, and perhaps secretly indulging the thought, that one of those storms might destroy the frail vessel in which her son

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was to embark, intelligence was received, that the ship had sailed on her destined voyage. The Captain, when he returned, apologized to the elder Mr. Burges, for leaving his son. owners had ordered the vessel to sail earlier than the previously appointed day.

This event, not only demolished all his "air built fabrics," but gave an impression to his mind, that it was a providential disappointment. He thought also, that further pressure upon the anxious objections of his parents, to his embarking on the seas, would be resisting the will of that Being, who, while he provided for the sparrows, would not leave him without suitable provision.

Under such circumstances, Burges's thoughts were directed to the study of Medicine. Since the departure of his friend More, he had become intimately acquainted with the father of that young man, who loaned him books from his classical library. Mr. More was a fine scholar, a man of great mental endowments, an able preacher, a devoted, and unpretending christian. His elevated integrity was not yielding enough, nor his manners sufficiently supple, to gratify one of his church —a talkative, malevolent man, who forced Mr. More into an ecclesiastical and a legal controversy. The feelings of Burges were so deeply interested for the father of his friend, that he wrote a satire on his adversary. This, increased Mr. More's regard for him, and he proffered any aid, which might facilitate his attempts to acquire knowledge. Mr. Burges, however, could not dispense with the valuable labor of his son, either in the shop or on the farm, and he was obliged to deny him the pleasures of learning, until a more auspicious period.

Character, as before remarked, is moulded by youthful intimacies, made to develope fine affections, to blend with delicate feelings, and to become a symbol of the virtue and excellence with which it associates. Such intimacies, are the pure and original fountains, from whence flow beautiful waters, refreshing and ripening the fruits for a delicious harvest.

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