Livingstone and I lodged together.

We read Latin and Greek, and began Hebrew together.

Every day we took walks, and visited all the spots of interest in the neighborhood, among them the country churchyard which was the burial-place of John Locke.

In a place so quiet, and a life so ordinary as that of a student, there did not occur many events worthy of recital.

I will, however, mention one or two things, because they give an insight--a kind of prophetic glance--into Livingstone's after-career.
"One foggy November morning, at three o'clock, he set out from Ongar to walk to London to see a relative of his father's[11].