was strong in
Latin, not unversed in Greek; the history of the German Empire, and
political history--but above all, literary history,--together with
geography, were his favourite studies. He had not one enemy.

"Jary was not born to be a teacher, but he was not without knowledge,
which he had acquired by industry. His method was defective, but he
meant to deal faithfully by his scholars, and looked after them. His
religious opinions were strictly orthodox; and I wept when he expressed
doubts as to the eternal happiness of Cicero! Yet I owe him also
thanks; he treated me with earnest kindness, and when he dismissed
me in 1791, the old man said weeping: 'Fare you well! I shall not
see you again; fare you well, you are almost the only one who has
not vexed me!'

"In August, 1788, I partook for the first time of the Lord's Supper. I
looked up fervently and repeated to myself Kretzschmar's ode: 'Let us
rejoicing fill the holy vaults of thy temple with hymns of praise.
Invisibly though perceptibly, does God's grace hover round us!'
Joyfully, with heaven in my heart, did I approach the altar!
Nevertheless, when in the afternoon I examined myself during a solitary
walk, I was dissatisfied with myself. What I had been taught concerning
the merits of Christ, appeared to me unintelligible; my groping in the
dark about this, weakened the impression of that day. I worried myself
with the idea of the atonement by death, and no ray of light entered my
soul. Besides I loved the old heathens, Cicero, Pliny, Socrates, &c.,
more than many Christians, together with the Apostles, more than all
the Jews of the Old Testament, as the people of God did not
particularly please me. And yet it was doubtful whether God would
receive Socrates as a child of light. How in the world, I thought,
could my poor Socrates help not having been born later, not having
lived in Judea?

"Thus I troubled myself, and was more sorrowful than cheerful.

"At Michaelmas, 1788, my father took me with him to Leipzig, where my
brother also was to come. Oh, the pleasure of meeting again! No
language can describe it! My brother's Principal allowed him leave
every afternoon and also many mornings; so we could have plenty of
talk. I soon became aware that my brother had read many freethinking
works upon religion, especially many of Bahrdt's. His own inquiries led
him still further. This occasioned me much sorrow, for Jary's strict
orthodoxy had laid hold of me. But I w