Here the performances of our musical and poetical ancestor were rehearsed.

Here my brother's children received the rudiments of their education; here a thousand conversations, pregnant with delight and improvement, took place; and here the social affections were accustomed to expand, and the tear of delicious sympathy to be shed.
My brother was an indefatigable student.

The authors whom he read were numerous, but the chief object of his veneration was Cicero.

He was never tired of conning and rehearsing his productions.

To understand them was not sufficient.