He rather encouraged Gifted Hopkins to write poetry to Myrtle.

"Go in, Gifted," he said, "there's no telling what may come of it," and Gifted did go in at a great rate.
Murray Bradshaw did not write poetry himself, but he read poetry with a good deal of effect, and he would sometimes take a hint from one of Gifted Hopkins's last productions to recite a passionate lyric of Byron or Moore, into which he would artfully throw so much meaning that Myrtle was almost as much puzzled, in her simplicity, to know what it meant, as she had been by the religious fervors of the Rev.Mr.Stoker.
He spoke well of Cyprian Eveleth.

A good young man,--limited, but exemplary.

Would succeed well as rector of a small parish.

That required little talent, but a good deal of the humbler sort of virtue.