ide of
the class; his conscientiousness as a boy was that which
characterized him as a man. I do not think he would have done a
consciously wrong thing for his right hand. I remember being with him
one Sabbath, when a letter was handed him from home, and his views of
the sacredness of the Sabbath were such that he would not open it
until the Sabbath was passed. I mention this, not to illustrate the
earnestness of his conscience, but simply to show its authority over
him.

"As your brother was the youngest of the class, I was one of the
oldest, but from the commencement of our class life our intimacy was
constant. I could very readily tell why I was attracted to him, but
his friendship for me I could never understand; sure I was that I
never loved any other man as I did him; he visited me a number of
times; as I was at his home in Salem not long before his lamented
death, he seemed to me the same at the end as he was at the beginning,
one of the most lovable and remarkable men I ever knew, and the world
has seemed to be poorer ever since he left it."

Mr. C. C. Chase, Principal of the High School in Lowell, of the class
of 1839, says:

"I have had many laborious, faithful teachers, but only one genius,
and that was Professor Alpheus Crosby. He was accurate upon a point
not because he appeared to have looked it up in the books, but because
he instinctively knew it. It was in the Greek that I was instructed by
him, and I clearly recall, at this day, the expression of his face, as
he explained it to us. He seemed to revel in the beautiful thoughts
and splendid conceptions of the great dramatists. He did not appear to
be so anxious as most teachers, that our recitations should show our
critical grammatical knowledge, but rather that we should appreciate
and enjoy the wonderful creations of the great minds of antiquity. He
loved to teach. It seemed to be his delight to tell others what he had
so much enjoyed himself. It was the study of his Greek grammar that
first gave me a love for the noble language of ancient Greece. I know
of no grammar that has so few bones and so much meat in it. One can
really enjoy reading it in an idle hour! It so clearly reveals the
fact that that most beautiful of languages, with all its sweetness and
euphony, is but a transcript of the mind of the race of men that knew
more of beauty, of taste, and of philosophy than all the ancient world
besides. Professor Crosby entered into the secret cham