The Beginning Of 1856 Found Me Teaching

As Years Passed Away I Have Formed The Habit Of Looking Back Upon That Former Self As Upon Another Person, The Remembrance Of Whose Emotions Has Been A Solace In Adversity And Added Zest To The Enjoyment Of Prosperity.

Until I Was Four Years Old I Lived In The House Of My Paternal Grandfather, About Two Miles From The Pretty Little Village Of Wallace, At The Mouth Of The River Of That Name.

James Edward Oliver Might Have Been One Of The Great Mathematicians Of His Time Had He Not Been Absolutely Wanting In The Power Of Continuous Work.

If My Impressions Are Correct, Our Educational Planing Mill Cuts Down All The Knots Of Genius, And Reduces The Best Of The Men Who Go Through It To Much The Same Standard.

I Was Taught The Alphabet By My Aunts Before I Was Four Years Old, And I Was Reading The Bible In Class And Beginning Geography When I Was Six.