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ARTHUR ORCUTT JAMESON. A. B.
Arthur Orcutt Jameson, son of Rev. and Mrs Jameson, was born in
Concord, N. H. He pursued his studies in tiie public schools until fourteen
years of age. In the autumn of 1S73. he entered the Roxbury Latin School
in preparation for college. He completed the course in four years, and gradu-
ated in 1877. holding the first rank in his class. .Always a thoughtful and
conscientious boy, at the age of sixteen years he recognized by his own
public act the consecration which his parents had made of him to the Lord
in infancy, and Nov. 7. 1875, united with the First Church of Clirist in Med-
way, Mass. His character and life as a Christian, combined with fine scholar-
ship and great modesty of manner, won respect and made his influence
commanding. He was admitted in 1877 to Harvard College. On his entrance
examination he received honors in Latin, Greek, and Mathematics, and commenced
his college course, Sept. 27, 1877, At the end of the first year he
was accounted highest in rank and awarded the first Detur. At the close of
his college course he received " Summos Bonores in Lingiiis Antiquis" and
graduated the first scholar in the class, June 29, 1881. Soon after graduation
he received the appointment of Teacher of Classics and Mathematics in the
Arnold Schocil. New York City. But when about to assume this position,
after a brief illness, he was called to a higher service. He died at the age
of twenty-one years, Sept. 30, 1881. His burial took place in Blossom Hill
Cemetery of his native city, Concord, N. H. His last resting place is a lovely
spot, overlooking the place of his birtli. the church of his childhood, and the
waters of the Merrimac, upon whose banks much of his boyhood was spent.
The sad throbbings of a mother's heart upon the death of her eldest child
and only surviving son find expression in the lines of the sweet poet, Faber :
"lirr THE eldest: Fjtlur'. ho-.L' f;lorious he -,vas,
II 'ith the soul looking out through his Jounlain-like eyes :
Thou lin-est Thy Solc-lvni .' An.l had I not cause,
The treasure Thou garest me. Father '. tofrhe':
" Thou hast honored my child hy the steed of Thy choice.
Thou hast eroviued him with glory, o'er-whclmed him -vith mirlh :
lie sings up in heaven with his sweet-sotinding voice.
While I, a saint's mother, am weeping on earth.
" Yet oh for that voice, which is thrilling through heaven.
One moment my ears with its music to slake 1
Oh no : notfor worlds would / have him regiven.
Yet I long to have back '.i'hat J would not retake.
" Go, go with thy God, with thy Saviour, my child'
Thou art His ; lam His: and thy sisters art His
But to-day thyfond mother with sorror,v is wild 1
To think that her son is an angel in hliss .'
" Oh forgi-,-e me, dear Saviour ! on heaven's bright shore
Should J still in my childfind a separate joy :
While f lie in the light of Thyface evermore.
May I think heaven brighter because of my boy ? "