THE WAYSIDE.
INTRODUCTORY.
A short time ago, I was favored with a flying visit from my young
friend Eustace Bright, whom I had not before met with since quitting the
breezy mountains of Berkshire. It being the winter vacation at his college,
Eustace was allowing himself a little relaxation, in the hope, he told me, of
repairing the inroads which severe application to study had made upon his
health; and I was happy to conclude, from the excellent physical condition
in which I saw him, that the remedy had already been attended with very
desirable success. He had now run up from Boston by the noon train,
partly impelled by the friendly regard with which he is pleased to honor
me, and partly, as I soon found, on a matter of literary business.