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1. 1. Rebecca Marquand Crosby Caverly                                                                  Rebecca Marquand Caverly, daughter of Nathan Crosby

   and Rebecca Marquand Moody, was born at Salisbury, Mass.,
   January 20, 183 1, and was educated in the Lowell High School,
   and at the Young Ladies’ School of Rev. Mr. Winslow, in Boston. She was married Nov. 13, 1856, to Z. B. Caverly, Esq., then Secretary of Legation at Peru, South America, and sailed in a few
   weeks to Lima, where she remained till June, 1859, when she
   returned to Lowell. The winters of 1860 and 1861 she spent In Washington, with her husband, who still retained his office. In
   the spring of 1862, his health required in the judgment of his medical advisers, a more southern climate, and she went with him,
   in a Government vessel, to the headquarters of his friend General
   Isaac I. Stevens, at Beaufort, S. C, where he died May 24, 1862. She then returned to Lowell, where she resided with her father
   until her departure for Europe. She had two children, Amy, born
   in Lima, June 25, 1858, and Cecil Marquand, at Lowell, Sept. 19, 1859. He still survives. She took passage with Amy on board the Schiller, at New York,
   April 27, 1875, in company with Mrs. Joseph Ridgway, of New
   York, who was accompanied by her son-in-law, Mr. Charles F. Walter, his two children and servant. They all went down with
   the steamer on Retarierre rocks, at the Scilly Isles, May 7th, at about midnight. The bodies of Mrs. Ridgway and Mr. Walter were
   recovered, but no others of the party were found, although Mr.
   Hastings, of Lowell, and Dr. Coggin, of Salem, repaired with all possible dispatch to the Islands, and searched most diligently, assisted by the very kind services of Mr. Banfield and Mr. Buxton,
   Consular Agents there. At the suggestion of their pastor. Rev. Owen Street, both being
   members of his Church, a memorial service was held Sunday
   morning. May 20th, in the High St. Church, which was beautifully
   and lavishly decorated with flowers by the loving hands of their many friends, and I now gratefully send the following tribute to their memory to those whose sympathy for us has been thus variously and most tenderly expressed, and to such others as we know have felt deeply our great sorrow.        NATHAN CROSBY

2. Zachariah Boody Caverly was a lawyer and husband of Rebecca and Father of Amy and Cecil. Z.B. Caverly served as a secretary of legation in Peru.
3. Anna Elizabeth Crosby born 1840 to Dr. Josiah Crosby and Olive Light Avery.
4. Amy Caverly Daughter of Zachariah and Rebecca. Went down on the ship with her mother.
5. Charles and Susie Lamen
6. View of Hanover (Dartmouth)
7. Dr. Joseph Ashmead Clay Prominent Philadelphia Attorney.
   He was the son of US Congressman Joseph Clay and Mary Ashmead Clay.
   He was the brother of US Diplomat John Randolph Clay.
   Married Cornelia Fletcher on March 12, 1835.
   They had seven children.
   1). Fletcher Clay (December 20, 1835-December 14, 1862). 1st Lieutenant, 145th Pennsylvania Infantry, Civil War. Killed at the Battle of Fredericksburg.
   2). Alfred Lassaut Clay (1837-August 19, 1909). Corporal, Roberston’s Battery, Pennsylvania Militia, Civil War.
   3). Lewis Randolph Clay (December 4, 1839-June 30, 1841). Died in infancy.
   4). Cecil Clay (February 13, 1842-September 23, 1907). Major, 58th Pennsylvania Infantry, Brevet Brigadier General, US Volunteers, Congressional Medal of Honor Recipient. Buried in Arlington National Cemetery.
   5). William Vaux Clay (September 12, 1844-February 28, 1864).
   6). Richard Wells Clay (March 18, 1847-March 6, 1897).
   7). Edward Cook Clay (1852-September 1, 1906)John Randolph Clay (1808-1885) was a career American diplomat who served in Europe and Latin America in the period from 1830 to 1860. Joseph Ashmead Clay (1806-1881) was Randolph’s older brother. He managed Randolph’s affairs in Philadelphia and influenced his diplomatic appointments in Washington. Both brothers developed an interest in mineralogy in their youth and collected avidly throughout their lives. These papers concern the mineralogical collections of Joseph Ashmead and John Randolph Clay and incidentally relate to family affairs and politics. They include letters between Joseph and Randolph, and his son, Harry Gibbs Clay, concerning specimens sent or received; detailed specimen lists; and accounts of specimens bought, sold, and exchanged.
8. Ruicci ?????
9. Stephen Lyford Crosby Built Railroad Over Parts Of Andes Yale Graduate
   Born July 15, 1833 to Doctor Josiah Crosby and Olive Avery. Educated in the Scientific School at Yale College he received the degree of Bachelor of Philosophy in 1854. He went to Lima Peru and followed civil engineering there from 1859 to 1873 when he returned to Manchester. He was engaged in civil engineering in various operations of the government and corporations, but his chief and master work was in building the railroad over a portion of the Andes, having some of his works carried away by the great tidal wave which desolated that coast in 1868. He returned with incipient lung troubles, which proved fatal, at his mother’s in Manchester. He died November 29, 1875.
10. Mrs. Stephen L. Crosby
11. Unidentified
12. Amy Caverly went down on the ship Schiller
13. Mr. Finlay
14. Mrs. Finlay
15. John Randolph Clay – Clay was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1808, the second child of parents Joseph (1769–1811) and Mary Ashmead Clay (1782–1871) and younger brother of Joseph Ashmead Clay (1806–1881). He also had a younger sister Ann Eliza Clay (1810–1872).[2] Clay was orphaned as a child, and was both brought up and taught by John Randolph of Roanoke. In May 1830 Randolph was appointed U.S. ambassador to Russia, and brought Clay along as his secretary. Still in Russia, he subsequently served as secretary to James Buchanan and William Wilkins. He would later serve in Austria as Henry A. P. Muhlenberg’s secretary and then chargé d’affaires. From 1836 to 1837 he served as Chargé d’Affaires in Serbia.[3]
    Afterwards, John Randolph Clay served in Lima, Peru as American Chargé d’Affaires from December 15, 1847 through August 22, 1853 and then as Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary until October 27, 1860.[3]
    One of his accomplishments there is shown in the following that was written by William Lewis Herndon in his Exploration of the Valley of the Amazon, vol. I, (1852), chapter 19:Independently of the action of the Spanish American republics concerning the free navigation of their tributaries of the Amazon, we have a special treaty with Peru, negotiated by J. Randolph Clay, our present minister, in July, 1851, which entitles us, under the present circumstances, to the navigation of the Peruvian Amazon. The second article of that treaty declares that, ‘The two high-contracting parties hereby bind and engage themselves not to grant any favor, privilege, or immunity whatever, in matters of commerce and navigation, to other nations, which shall not be also immediately extended to the citizens of the other contracting party, who shall enjoy the same gratuitously, or on giving a compensation as nearly as possible of proportionate value and effect, to be adjusted by mutual agreement, if the concession shall have been conditional.John Randolph Clay (1808-1885) was a career American diplomat who served in Europe and Latin America in the period from 1830 to 1860. He was born into the Philadelphia family of Clays; reared in Virginia, he entered the bar there in 1828. He never practiced law. Clay served in various diplomatic capacities in the following places: Russia (1830-1837), Austria (1838-1845), Russia (1845-1847), and Peru (1847-1860). In 1861 he moved to England where he remained until his death in 1885; in 1865 he returned to Philadelphia for a visit. Randolph was married twice, first to Frances Ann Gibbs, and second to Jane Crawfurd; he had two sons, Harry Gibbs Clay and Randolph Clay, and a daughter, Mary Frances Clay. Joseph Ashmead Clay (1806-1881) was Randolph’s older brother; his wife was Cornelia Clay. Joseph entered the bar in Philadelphia in 1827. He managed Randolph’s affairs in Philadelphia and influenced his diplomatic appointments in Washington.
    Joseph and Randolph developed an interest in mineralogy in their youth and collected avidly throughout their lives. Randolph sent in many specimens during his travels abroad, and Joseph collected American specimens for their cabinet and for exchange. Apparently, both secured specimens exclusively by purchase or exchange. Joseph maintained the cabinet in Philadelphia, and after his death it was given to the University of Pennsylvania.These papers were donated to the Smithsonian Institution Archives by Paul E. Desautels, Associate Curator, Department of Mineral Sciences, National Museum of Natural History. Desautels acquired the collection with a mineral collection which he acquired about 1946.
    These papers concern the mineralogical collections of Joseph Ashmead and John Randolph Clay and incidentally relate to family affairs and politics. They include letters between Joseph and Randolph, and his son, Harry Gibbs Clay, concerning specimens sent or received; detailed specimen lists; and accounts of specimens bought, sold, and exchanged. Specimens were received from Robert Damon (England), Richard Talling (England), and William S. Vaux; special mention is made of the collection assembled at Amherst College by Charles Upham Shepard. Letters also include references to family affairs, especially statements by Randolph Clay in matters of political and social importance; among the important topics are the Civil War as viewed by Englishmen; evaluations of James Buchanan; and policies of Napoleon III.
    Biographical information may be found in George Irvin Oeste, John Randolph Clay: America’s First Career Diplomat, University of Pennsylvania, 1966.
16. Mrs. John Randolph Clay (Frances Anna Gibbs)
17. Unidentified
18. Susie Crosby
19. Doctor John Howell Mackie Acting Surgeon US NAVY Plymouth MA and 3 Children
    Born in Plymouth, MA August 24, 1826 to Dr. Andrew C. and Amelia (Braford) Mackie. He studied in private schools and under private tutors in his early years. He then studied medicine at Harvard and graduated from Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia in 1850. In the same year he began his practice in New Bedford. He was recognized throughout the United States for his work. He was the Acting Surgeon in the U.S. Navy at Gulf of Mexico in 1861 until he resigned his position due to health. He was then appointed Acting Asst. Surgeon in the U.S. Army until 1863.
    The 2 CDV’s of the older boy, his name is Rob Mackie. There were no names for the other 2 children.
20. Dr, Mackie’s Daughter
21. Dr, Mackie’s Son
22. Dr, Mackie’s Son
23. Rob Martin Son of Frances Coffin Crosby Martin
24. Cecil M. Caverly
25. Mr. Boody
26. Mrs. Joseph Ridgeway went down on the Schiller
27. Mr. Darling
28. Stephen Crosby
29. Lucius Manlius Sargent (June 25, 1786 – June 2, 1867) was an American author, antiquarian, and temperance advocate.
    He was born in Boston, the youngest of seven children of Daniel Sargent Sr and Mary Turner daughter of John Turner The House of the Seven Gables. His father was a merchant dealing in fishermen’s supplies who had moved from Gloucester to Boston and profited so much by his industry, prudence, and popularity that he occupied what was for those days a conspicuously expensive mansion, although his character was notable for thrift and dread of ostentation.
    Lucius Manlius attended a number of elementary and secondary schools, including Phillips Exeter Academy, from which he passed to Harvard in 1804. He did not complete his studies there, for a pamphlet published by him in 1807, No. 1 of the New Milk Cheese, pours furious scorn on an official of the college with whom he had had a dispute about the quality of the food at the commons table. He studied law after leaving college and was admitted to the bar on February 19, 1811, but he never practised to any extent, for he inherited wealth and greatly increased it by conservative speculation.
    He turned to literature as a vocation, publishing The Culex of Virgil; with a Translation into English Verse and a collection of Latin riddles in 1807 and Hubert and Ellen, a volume of poems, in 1812. At the Boston peace celebration on February 22, 1815 (following the War of 1812), an ode of his, “Wreaths for the Chieftain,” was sung. He wrote constantly for the newspapers and became well known for his literary interests.
    He found a popular subject in temperance reform, which he took up with characteristic assertiveness. From 1830 till the approach of the Civil War he spoke and wrote on this theme so frequently and vigorously that he became one of the most uncompromising and conspicuous leaders in the crusade against liquor. He wrote Three Temperance Tales (2 vols., 1848), twenty-one stories of a tract-like nature bearing such titles as “My Mother’s Gold Ring”, “I Am Afraid There Is A God”, “Groggy Harbor”, and “An Irish Heart”, first published in separate issues between 1833 and 1843. These were widely distributed by religious and temperance societies as well as by Sargent himself. His temperance tales were translated into several languages.
    He also achieved prominence as an antiquarian. In 1848 he began a series of weekly articles in the Boston Evening Transcript entitled “Dealings with the Dead” (published in book form in 1856), which in spite of their name did not lack light touches. Under such pseudonyms as Sigma, Amgis, Saveall, and others, he wrote for numerous other publications, and he aroused considerable interest by attacking the coolie trade of the British in India (Evening Transcript, April 16-October 3, 1856) and by assailing Thomas Babington Macaulay for statements derogatory to William Penn (Dealings with the Dead, I, pp. 231–69).
    Though he showed enthusiasm for the past, his efforts were generally directed towards blasting something offensive to him out of existence. At seventy-five he published The Ballad of the Abolition Blunder-buss (1861), which abuses Ralph Waldo Emerson and others for their antislavery views as violently as his Temperance Tales do the saloonkeeper. Even one of his obituaries refers to him as a man of “harsh prejudices”, though it acknowledges the urbanity of his manners in his ordinary dealings and the warmth of his attachment to his family and friends.
    In 1842 Harvard conferred the degree of A.M. on him, thereby recognizing his public services and condoning his undergraduate rebellion, for the violence of which he often expressed regret. He was preeminently a good hater, but he was a conspicuous man in his day and helped to develop a sentiment in favor of prohibition, besides making rather valuable contributions to local history.
    He also wrote Reminiscences of Samuel Dexter (1858) and The Irrepressible Conflict (1861). His numerous poems were never printed in book-form.
    Lucius Manlius is the brother of businessman politician Daniel Sargent and artist Henry Sargent, cousin of the early advocate of women’s equality Judith Sargent Murray, and the nephew of American Revolutionary War soldier Paul Dudley Sargent.
    On April 3, 1816, he married a sister of Horace Binney, Mary Binney of Philadelphia, by whom he had three children. Their son Col Horace Binney Sargent (b. Quincy, Massachusetts June 30, 1821) graduated from Harvard in 1843, and from the law school there in 1845. At the opening of the Civil War he was senior aide on the staff of Gov. John A. Andrew, was commissioned lieutenant-colonel of the 1st Regiment, Massachusetts Cavalry, in 1861, became colonel of the same regiment in October 1862, was on duty with the forces in South Carolina, in the Army of the Potomac and the Department of the Gulf, participating in the engagements of Secessionville, Culpeper, and Rapidan Station, and in the battles of Antietam, South Mountain, Chancellorsville, and in the Red River campaign under Gen. Banks, where he was wounded in action, March 21, 1864. He was brevetted brigadier general for “gallantry and good conduct,” and on September 29, 1864, was mustered out on account of wounds received in action. He was a frequent contributor to periodical literature and the press, and delivered numerous addresses.
    After the death of his first wife in 1824, Lucius Manlius married Sarah Cutler Dunn on July 14, 1825. Their son Lucius Manlius Sargent (September 15, 1826 Boston – December 9, 1864, near Petersburg, Virginia) graduated at Harvard in 1848, and at the medical school there in 1857, becoming house surgeon and dispensary physician at the Massachusetts General Hospital. He was commissioned surgeon in the 2nd Massachusetts Volunteers in May 1861, but resigned in October of that year, and became captain in the 1st Massachusetts Cavalry, was ordered to the Army of the Potomac, and participated in the battles of Kelly’s Ford, Antietam, South Mountain, Fredericksburg, and Chancellorsville. He became major in his former regiment, January 2, 1864, lieutenant colonel, September 30, and was mortally wounded in an engagement on Meherrin River.
    Please see the book “Reminiscences of Lucius Manlius Sargent” to read about all of his exploits!!!
30. View of Hanover (Dartmouth)
31. Miss Horton
32. Mrs. Henry Reed
33. Mr. Henry Reed
34. Dr. Brown
35. George Brown
36. Fannie Louise Bigelow
37. Randolph Clay son of John Randolph Clay
38. Unidentified
39. Thomas W. Bicknell (September 6, 1834 – 1925), American educator, historian, and author, lived to be 91.
    Thomas Bicknell was born in Barrington, Rhode Island, the son of a farmer, minister, state legislator, and Colonel in the Bristol County, Rhode Island Militia. Thomas Bicknell attended Thetford Academy in Vermont and Amherst College in Massachusetts, taught school and became principal in Rehoboth, Massachusetts, then principal in Elgin, Illinois.
    When he returned to Rehoboth, serving as principal once again, he earned a masters degree from Brown University. While a senior at Brown he was elected State Representative in the Rhode Island General Assembly. After graduating from Brown, he became principal of Bristol High School and then Arnold Street Grammar School, then back to Bristol High School.Thomas W. Bicknell
    Rhode Island Governor Seth Padelford (Republican 1869–1873) selected Bicknell to be the Commissioner of Public Schools in 1869. As commissioner he focused on re-establishing the Normal School (now Rhode Island College). He was a gifted speaker and fundraiser, who would triple the amount of money spent on public education; he also established a Rhode Island State Board of Education, oversaw the selection of school superintendents in every town and city in the state, dedicated over 50 new schoolhouses, and increased the school year from 27 to 35 weeks.
    In the 1850s Bicknell signed on to help settle the State of “Free Kansas” to prevent the spread of slavery. On the way to Kansas he was taken hostage by bandits on the Missouri River, but after two weeks as a prisoner, sharpshooters set him adrift.
    Bicknell was an equaligist, a racial and sexual reformer, an early advocate to end Black segregation in schools; he also helped elect the United States’ first all-female school board for the town of Tiverton, Rhode Island.
    Bicknell was the founder of the National Society of the Sons and Daughters of the Pilgrims and Order of the Founders and Patriots of America (1898). He re-established, and was the president of, the American Institute of Instruction, and was president of the Rhode Island Institute of Instruction and the National Educational Association. He was the president of the New England Publishing Company.
    In 1914, wanting to have a town named for him, he offered a 1000-volume library to any town in Utah that would adopt his name. Two towns vied for the prize, Grayson and Thurber; the two towns compromised and in 1916 Thurber changed its name to Bicknell, and Grayson took the name of Blanding, the maiden name of Bicknell’s wife. The towns then split the library with 500 books to each.[1]
    Bicknell and his wife, Amelia, donated $500 US$ to the Rehoboth Antiquarian Society in Rehoboth, to establish the Blanding Public Library in memory of Amelia’s parents, Christopher and Chloe Blanding.
    In addition to education, he was also active in civic activities and the church. He served as commissioner from Rhode Island to the Universal Exposition at Vienna, Austria. He helped establish the U.S. Postal Code system as a member of the 1878 Postal Congress. He served as president in over thirty associations and organizations, and was a member in over one hundred. He was president of the International Sunday School Union, the Massachusetts Congregational Sunday School Union, the Chautauqua Teachers’ Reading Union, and the New England Sunday School Association.
    Bicknell was an author, editor, and publisher of the New England Journal of Education (Boston, 1875–1880). He was the author of the five-volume History of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations,the author-publisher of The Governors of Rhode Island, The Dorr War, The Story of the Rhode Island Normal School, and Story of Dr. John Clarke, and the editor-publisher of History and Genealogy of the Bicknell Family and Collateral Lines. As a historian he also contributed to The Bay State Monthly magazine.
40. Aunt Martha
41. Brigade Surgeon Alpheus Benning Crosby “Dr. Ben” 1st NH Volunteers
    Crosby, Alpheus Benning, surgeon, b. in Gilmanton, N.H., 22 Feb 1832; d. in Hanover, N.H., 9 Aug., 1877, was graduated at Dartmouth in 1853, and at the medical department there in 1856. Meanwhile he had devoted one year as an assistant surgeon in the marine hospital at Chelsea, Mass. Returning to Hanover, he began practice, but at the beginning of the civil war joined the 1st New Hampshire volunteers as surgeon, and was afterward promoted to brigade-surgeon. In 1862 he resigned, and became associate professor of surgery to his father, who was professor of surgery and anatomy in Dartmouth. On his father’s death, in 1868, he became his successor, and occupied the chair until 1877. Dr. Crosby was also, in 1866-’72, a professor in the University of Vermont, in 1869-’70 a lecturer in the University of Michigan, in 1869 a professor and lecturer in Bowdoin college, in 1871-‘2 a professor in the Long Island college hospital, and in 1872-‘7 professor of anatomy in Bellevue hospital medical college. In June, 1877, he presided at the annual meeting of the New Hampshire medical society, and delivered an address upon “The Ethical Relations of Physician and Patient.” Many of his medical lectures have been published.
    Children:
    – Mildred Morton Crosby (1865-) m Edward LindseyHe was prepared for college, principally at Gilmanton Academy, under the tuition of Andrew Mack, Esq., and Rev John L. Parkhurst; studied, a short time, with Rev. James Marsh, D. D., and Hon. Rufus Choate, then tutors in Dartmouth College; and was, one year, a student in Phillips Exeter Academy. After graduating, he taught Moor’s School, in Hanover, one year; was Tutor in Dartmouth College, three years; and then passed a year and a half at the Theological Seminary, Andover, Mass. He was licensed. to preach, in 1833, and, in April, of the same year, became Professor of the Latin and Greek Languages and Literature, in Dartmouth College. In 1837, by a division of the department, be became Professor of the Greek Language and Literature; and, in 1849, Professor Emeritus of the Greek Language and Literature. During the years 1836 and 1837, he was absent in Europe for the purposes of travel. Since his resignation of the active duties of his Professorship at Dartmouth, he has resided chiefly at Hanover, N. H., and Newburyport, Mass.Prof. Crosby has published “A Greek and General Grammar”; Greek Tables “; “Greek Lessons”; “An Edition of Zenophon’s Anabasis”; “First Lessons in Geometry”; “A Letter of John Foster, with Additions”; and “An Essay on the Second Advent.”Sources:
    – Class of 1827, of Dartmouth College; Proceedings at their meeting in July, 1852; and Brief Notices of the Members. Lynn: W. W. Kellogg, Printer Over the Depot, Typographic Hall, 1853.
    – Sketches of successful New Hampshire men by John Badger Clarke (1882)
    NY Times obituary
    Prof Alpheus Crosby, an eminent scholar and an author of some note, died at his residence in Salem Mass on Friday last, of softening of the brain. He was born in Sandwich, NH Oct 13, 1810 and was, therefore, nearly sixty-four years of age. He graduated from Dartmouth College in 1827; was preceptor of Moore’s Charity School at Hanover, 1823-31, and Professor of Latin and Greek at Dartmouth College, 1833-37. He was Principal of the State Normal School, Salem from 1857 to 1865; has published Greek text-books, an edition of Xenophon’s Anabasis, First Lessons in Geometry and an Essay on the Second Advent. Prof Crosby was brought up in the Congregational faith but while at Hanover changed to the Unitarian faith, adn at the time of his death was a prominent member of the Unitarian Church of Salem. He was twice married, the first time to a Miss Cutler of Newburyport and the last time to Miss Kingman of Bridgewater. He was an advanced thinker, a man of liberal ideas, a prominent member of the American Peace Society, and a radical anti-slavery man. So strong was his belief in the equality of the races, that he adopted two colored girls as daughters, having no children of his own–an act which provoked much comment. The deceased leaves a wife and the two adopted daughters mentioned.CROSBY REMOVED FROM DARTMOUTH FOR WRITINGS SUPPORTING HYPER PRETERISM AND OPPOSING ENDLESS PUNISHMENT
    Frederick Chase, A History of Dartmouth College and the Town of Hanover, New Hampshire
    “In the same year theological differences led to the retirement of Professor Crosby, but the matter was so conducted as to leave, on the whole, harmonious relations. For some time he had grown weary of the drudgery of teaching the mere elements of language and had come to feel that it was his duty to devote himself to what he regarded as higher studies, like morals and religion, which had a more immediate relation to the welfare of society. While wishing to give up teaching he still wished to retain a connection with the College, and suggested that he retain his title without duties and without pay and that an associate professor be appointed who should perform the duties of the office and receive the salary attached to it. This proposition did not meet with favor, especially as the Trustees were disturbed by two publications of Professor Crosby’s, one a pamphlet entitled, “A Letter of the Celebrated John Foster on the Duration of Future Punishment,” issued anonymously, but known to be from the pen of Professor Crosby, and containing, as was thought, an attack upon the American Tract Society in the form of an earnest appeal in regard to the character of its publications; the other a small book setting forth views upon the Second Advent not acceptable to the orthodox ministers of the State. After considerable correspondence Professor Crosby presented his definite resignation and the Trustees, in recognition of his ability as a scholar and his desire to retain a formal connection with the College, gave him the title of Professor emeritus. On his recommendation and that of the Faculty John N. Putnam, a graduate of 1843 and a brilliant student, then just graduating from Andover Theological Seminary, who had been giving the instruction in Greek since the February before, was chosen his successor.1 At the same meeting of the Board Dr. Roby tendered his resignation as professor of the theory and practice of physic and was succeeded by Dr. Edward E. Phelps of Windsor, Vt. Two years later the College suffered a severe loss in the death of Professor Chase, which occurred on January 7, 1851. He was followed in office by John S. Woodman of the class of 1842.*
    Alpheus Crosby, the son of Dr. Asa and Abigail (Russell) Crosby, was born at Sandwich N. It., October 13, 1810. After graduating from Dartmouth in 1817 be became preceptor of Moor’s School for one year, then tutor in the College for three years. After two years spent In the study of theology at Andover he was recalled as professor in 1833. He resided In Hanover for some years after his resignation in the stone house, which he built in 1845, on the road over Cory Hill, but In 1857 he became the Principal of the State Normal School at Salem, Mass., and resigned that position In 1865. He died there April 17, 1874. He was an earnest scholar of wide interests, and published a Greek grammar, and an edition of Xenophon’s Anabasis, besides several other smaller works. He was an effective teacher, but he had the habit of giving a prolonged “o-o-oh” between sentences, which with a high falsetto voice gave him a peculiar manner. Dr. Barstow of the class of 1846 is responsible for the following Incident. Professor Crosby was hearing a recitation at the south end of Dartmouth. The students from another recitation, which had been let out before the close of the hour, gathered outside his room and began to sing, much to the unrest of his students. Going to the door he addressed the singers, saying: “To the bird in the cage the sweet carolings of the released songsters are scarcely agreeable. Now if you can withhold your songs it will be better for my class.” His appeal was sufficient.” (p. 290-292)
42. Hattie Blanchard
43. Mr. Robbins
44. Dr. Ben Crosby
45. Doctor George Avery Crosby Dartmouth Graduate and Surgeon in Peru and America
    George was born December 27, 1831 to Josiah and Olive (Avery) Crosby. He became a member of the New Hampshire Surgeons Society in 1863 and president in 1888. He was the last of the Crosbys, who had for generations been illustrious in the medical profession, and all conspicuous for their skill in surgery. He graduated from Dartmouth in 1852, and received his degree of M.D. in 1855. In 1857 he began the practice of his profession in Peru, South America, returning to Manchester in 1863, where he continued to the time of his death. He married Mary J. Bryant daughter of Hon. A.J. Bryant February 15, 1877 in San Francisco, CA. He died January 30, 1888.    Find A Grave Memorial
46. Unidentified
47. Uncle Reed
48. Aunt Fannie
49. General Isaac “Bela” Ingalls Stevens -Isaac Ingalls Stevens (March 25, 1818 – September 1, 1862) was an American military officer and politician who served as governor of the Territory of Washington from 1853 to 1857, and later as its delegate to the United States House of Representatives. During the American Civil War, he held several Union commands. He was killed at the Battle of Chantilly, while at the head of his men and carrying the fallen colors of one of his regiments against Confederate positions. According to one account, at the hour of his death Stevens was being considered by President Abraham Lincoln for appointment to command the Army of Virginia. He was posthumously advanced to the rank of Major General. Several schools, towns, counties, and lakes are named in his honor.Descended from early American settlers in New England, Stevens – a man who stood just 5 ft 3 in (1.60 m) tall – overcame a troubled childhood and personal setbacks to graduate at the top of his class at West Point before embarking on a successful military career. He was a controversial and polarizing figure as governor of the Washington Territory, where he was both praised and condemned. He was described by one historian as the subject of more reflection and study than almost the rest of the territory’s 19th-century history combined. Stevens’ marathon diplomacy with Native American tribes sought to avoid military conflict in Washington; however, when the Yakama War broke out as Native Americans resisted European encroachment, he prosecuted it mercilessly. His decision to rule by martial law, jail judges who opposed him, and raise a de facto personal army led to his conviction for contempt of court, for which he famously pardoned himself, and a rebuke from the President of the United States. Nonetheless, his uncompromising decisiveness in the face of crisis was both applauded by his supporters and noted by historians.Isaac Stevens was the father of Hazard Stevens, the hero of the Battle of Suffolk and one of the first men to summit Mount Rainier.Early life and education
    Isaac Stevens was born in North Andover, Massachusetts, to Isaac Stevens and Hannah Stevens (née Cummings), a descendant of early Puritan settlers from a gentry family that had produced several distinguished members of the clergy and military. He was a cousin of brothers Moses Tyler Stevens and Charles Abbot Stevens. As a young man, he was noted for his intelligence, particularly his mathematical acuity. His diminutive stature – in adulthood he stood 5 ft 3 in (1.60 m) tall – has been attributed to a possible congenital gland malfunction.Stevens resented his father, described by historian Kent Richards as a “stern taskmaster”, whose unrelenting demands on his son pushed the young man to his breaking point. While working on the family farm, Stevens once nearly died of sunstroke. After Stevens’ mother died in a carriage accident, his widowed father married a woman whom Stevens disliked. According to Stevens, he came close to suffering a mental breakdown in his youth.Stevens graduated from the male prep school Phillips Academy in 1833 and was accepted to the United States Military Academy at West Point. He graduated in 1839 at the top of his class.Career
    Stevens was the adjutant of the Corps of Engineers during the Mexican–American War, seeing action at the siege of Vera Cruz and at Cerro Gordo, Contreras, and Churubusco. In the latter fight, he caught the attention of his superiors, who rewarded him with the brevet rank of captain. He was again cited and breveted for gallantry at the Battle of Chapultepec, this time to the rank of major. Stevens participated in combat at Molino del Rey, and the Battle for Mexico City, where he was severely wounded. He later wrote a book on his adventures, Campaigns of the Rio Grande and Mexico, with Notices of the Recent Work of Major Ripley (New York, 1851).He superintended fortifications on the New England coast from 1841 until 1849. He was given command of the coast survey office in Washington, D.C., serving in that role until March 1853.Governor of Washington (1853–1857)Isaac Stevens (c. 1855–1862)
    Stevens was a firm supporter of former brigadier general Franklin Pierce’s candidacy for President of the United States in 1852, as both men had served in the Mexican–American War. Stevens was rewarded by President Pierce on March 17, 1853 by being named governor of the newly created Washington Territory. (The position also included the title of Superintendent of Indian Affairs for that region). Stevens chose to add one more duty as he traveled west to the territory he would govern: the government was calling for a surveyor to map an appropriate railroad route across the northern United States, hoping that a transcontinental railroad would open up Asian markets. With Stevens’ engineering experience (and likely the favor of Pierce yet again, as well as Secretary of War Jefferson Davis), he won the bid. His party, which included George Suckley, John Mullan and Fred Burr, son of David H. Burr, spent most of 1853 moving slowly across the prairie, surveying the way to Washington Territory. There Stevens met George McClellan’s party, which had surveyed the line between the Puget Sound and the Spokane River. He took up his post at Olympia as governor in November that year.As a result of his expedition, Stevens wrote a third book, Report of Explorations for a Route for the Pacific Railroad near the 47th and 49th Parallels of North Latitude, from St. Paul, Minnesota, to Puget Sound, (commissioned and published by the United States Congress) (2 vols., Washington, 1855–1860).Stevens was a controversial governor in his time. Historians consider him even more controversial, for his role in compelling the Native American tribes of Washington Territory by intimidation and force, into signing treaties that ceded most of their lands and rights to Stevens’ government, likely forging some of the signatures. These included the Treaty of Medicine Creek, Treaty of Hellgate, Treaty of Neah Bay, Treaty of Point Elliott, Point No Point Treaty, and Quinault Treaty. During this time, the Governor imposed martial law to better impose his will on the Indians and whites who opposed his views. The consequent political and legal battles would soon overshadow the Indian war.Stevens did not hesitate to use his troops for vengeance, and waged a brutal winter campaign against the Yakama tribe, led by Chief Kamiakin. This, along with his unjustified execution of the Nisqually chieftain Leschi, led to widespread pleas to President Pierce to remove Stevens from his post. Two men were particularly vocal in their opposition to Stevens and his policies: territorial Judge Edward Lander and influential private citizen Ezra Meeker. While Meeker was ignored, Lander was arrested by Stevens’ forces due to his opposition. Pierce refused to remove Stevens from his position, but eventually sent word to the governor expressing his disapproval. Any opposition eventually died down, as most white settlers in Washington Territory felt that Stevens was on “their side”, while they considered Meeker to be too sympathetic to Native Americans.As a result of this public perception, Stevens was popular enough to be elected as the territory’s delegate to the United States Congress in 1857 and 1858. The tensions between whites and Native Americans would be left for others to resolve. Stevens is often charged with responsibility for the later conflicts in eastern Washington and Idaho, especially the war fought by the United States against Chief Joseph and the Nez Perce, These events were decades in the future when Stevens left Washington State for good in 1857.Martial law
    In January 1856, Governor Stevens declared to the territorial House of Representatives in Olympia that “war shall be prosecuted until the last hostile Indian is exterminated”, although there is uncertainty among historians about whether this was a call for genocide or instead for war crimes against certain “hostile Indians”.

    In April 1856, Governor Stevens removed settlers whom he believed to be aiding the enemy (in many cases because they had married into local tribes) and placing them in the military’s custody. Governor Stevens declared martial law in Pierce County in order to conduct a military trial of those settlers. He next declared martial law in Thurston County. But only the territorial legislature had the authority to declare martial law, and representatives fought Stevens’ effort to abrogate their authority. A bitter political and legal battle ensued.

    Stevens was forced to repeal the declaration and fight subsequent calls for his removal. His decision to use martial law was the result of his determination to enforce a blockhouse policy in the war against the Indians of the Puget Sound region. Indian raids on scattered settlements and an intimidating attack on the city of Seattle in February 1856 resulted in Governor Stevens concluding that he needed to concentrate on defensive measures, given the limited number of men at his disposal. He determined that the white population should be concentrated at specific strongly protected points. For that reason, the volunteers under Stevens’ command built a series of forts and blockhouses along the Snoqualmie, White, and Nisqually rivers. Once completed, Stevens ordered the settler population to leave their claims and take temporary residence in these safer areas.

    Once Stevens proclaimed martial law, he raised a new and more significant issue. Stevens’ proclamation of martial law in Pierce County stated:

    Whereas in the prosecution of the Indian war circumstances have existed affording such grave cause of suspicion, such that certain evil disposed persons of Pierce county have given aid and comfort to the enemy, as that they have been placed under arrest and ordered to be tried by a military commission; and whereas, efforts are now being made to withdraw, by civil process, these persons from the purview of the said commission. Therefore, as the war is now being actively prosecuted through- out nearly the whole of the said county, and great injury to the public, and the plans of the campaign be frustrated, if the alleged designs of these persons be not arrested, I, Isaac I. Stevens, Governor of the Territory of Washington, do hereby proclaim Martial Law over the said county of Pierce, and do by these presents suspend for the time being and till further notice, the functions of all civil officers in said county.

    On May 11, 1856, attorneys George Gibbs and H. A. Goldsborough sent a letter to the Secretary of State denying that the war situation throughout the territory, and especially in Pierce County, was as grave as Governor Stevens had declared at the time of proclaiming martial law. They said that Stevens’ allegations made against Charles Wren, John McLeod, John McField, Lyon A. Smith, and Henry Smith, were based wholly on suspicion. They asserted that the only factual related evidence was that on Christmas Day, a party of Indians had visited McLeod’s cabin and had forced him to give them food. Gibbs and Goldsborough declared that:

    The sole object of the proclamation was to get half a dozen obscure individuals into his absolute control, and to demonstrate that he, Isaac I. Stevens, could, on the field offered by a small Territory, enact, at second hand, the part of Napoleon.

    The territorial organic act designated the governor as “commander-in-chief of the militia thereof,” but there were not a regularly constituted militia. Stevens assumed his powers from his control of local volunteer troops, which had been organized to meet the necessities of the situation. These had not been authorized either by the federal government or by the territorial legislature. Stevens’ position as Superintendent of Indian Affairs for the territory had a broad administrative responsibility but possessed no direct military power. On May 24, 1856, following a legal opinion rendered by Judge Chenoweth, ruling that Stevens had no legal power to declare martial law, Governor Stevens rescinded his proclamation in Pierce and Thurston counties.

    Civil War
    After the Civil War began in 1861, and following the Union defeat at the First Battle of Bull Run, Stevens was commissioned in the army again. He was appointed as colonel of the 79th New York Volunteers, known as the “Cameron Highlanders.” He was promoted to a brigadier general on September 28, 1861, and fought at Port Royal. He led the Second Brigade of the Expeditionary Forces sent to attack the Sea Islands off the coast of South Carolina. He led a division at the Battle of Secessionville, where he led an attack on Fort Lamar, in which 25% of his men were casualties.

    Stevens was transferred with his IX Corps division to Virginia to serve under Major General John Pope in the Northern Virginia Campaign and the Second Battle of Bull Run. He was killed in action at the Battle of Chantilly on September 1, 1862, after picking up the fallen regimental colors of his old regiment, shouting “Highlanders, my Highlanders, follow your general!” Charging with his troops while carrying the banner of Saint Andrew’s Cross, Stevens was struck in the temple by a bullet and died instantly.

    He was buried in Newport, Rhode Island, at Island Cemetery. In March 1863, he was posthumously promoted to major general, backdated to July 18, 1862.

    Stevens had married. His son, Hazard Stevens, had become a career officer and was also injured in the Battle of Chantilly. He survived and eventually became a general in the U.S. Army and an author. Together with P. B. Van Trump, he participated in the first documented ascent of Mount Rainier in Washington State.

    Death on the battlefield

    Death of General Isaac Stevens, a lithograph by Alonzo Chappel
    A combination of an increasingly violent thunderstorm and unrelenting Confederate fire had slowed the advance of the 79th New York Regiment to a crawl. Five successive regimental color bearers had died leading the line. When Stevens saw that yet another soldier who was carrying the regimental flag had been shot, he raced from his position in the rear, through the panicked body of his men, to wrench the flag from the wounded man’s grasp. According to witnesses, the injured color bearer – knowing the regimental flag would be a target – yelled at Stevens “for God’s sake, General, don’t take the colors!”

    Stevens ignored the man’s appeal and seized the colors, at which point his own son Hazard – who was serving in the regiment – was shot and injured by a Confederate volley. Hazard Stevens cried out to his father for help, to which the general replied, “I can’t attend to you now, Hazard. Corporal Thompson, see to my boy”. Stevens turned to his men and yelled “Follow your General!” Facing the Confederate line and waving the recovered regimental colors, Stevens proceeded to charge the Confederate positions, his men following in close order. The renewed advance forced the defending Louisianans to fall back into the woods.

    Stevens led his men over the abandoned Confederate ramparts, pursuing the retreating Confederate forces into the forest.[20] At that moment, a Confederate bullet struck Stevens in the head, killing him instantly.As he collapsed, his body twisted, wrapping itself in the flag that he was still carrying and staining it with his blood.According to a period newspaper report, Stevens’ body was recovered an hour after his death, his hands still clenched around the staff of the flag.

    He was buried in Island Cemetery in Newport, Rhode Island.

    Legacy

    A monument (pictured, left) marks the approximate place where Stevens died at the Battle of Chantilly.

    Stevens Hall at Washington State University (2017)
    Reputation
    Historians have generally viewed Stevens as a complicated figure. According to historian David Nicandri, the four years in which he ruled Washington “takes up a greater volume of concern and consciousness than the entire balance of the territorial officialdom up until the time Washington becomes a state in 1889”. Accounts of Stevens’ tenure have been highly polarized. Writing in 1972, Richards observed that nearly all accounts of his tenure have either “condemned” or “uncritically applauded” him. Ezra Meeker, a historian, settler, and contemporary opponent of Stevens, described him as one who would “take no counsel, nor brook opposition to his will”.

    Posthumous promotion
    In March 1863, at the request of President Abraham Lincoln, the United States Senate posthumously advanced Stevens to the rank of Major General. According to George Cullum’s Biographical Register of the Officers and Graduates of the United States Military Academy “at the very hour of his death, the President and Secretary of War were considering the advisability of placing Stevens in command of the Army in which he was serving”.

50. Francis Clay
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54. Miss McClary
55. Amy and Cecil Caverly
56. Unidentified
57. Lucretia Norcross
58. Charlie Closs
59. Amy and Cecil Caverly
60. Father of Frank and Charlie Closs
61. Honorable Hale Esterbrook Crosby and Mary Foster Chamberlain
    These are most likely daguerreotype transers from the 1840’s to CDV in the 1870’s as the pictures of these two match known pictures of them from the 1850’s when they were a little older.
    He had a good education and became a printer. He published the Herald of Freedom, Concord for a time. Then, he opened a store in Ashby then moved to Fisherville.
    Hale was born October 18, 1816 in Ashburnham, MA and was a printer at Concord, NH and merchant at Ashby, MA. He was also a merchant and farmer in New Buffalo, MI. He was a Representative in the Michigan Legislature in 1856 and has held many township offices. He died December 29, 1900.
    Mary was born November 3, 1818 and died January 7, 1890 in Three Oaks, MI.
62. Mrs. Hale Crosby – (Mary Foster Chamberlain)

Rebecca Marquand Caverly Memorium

IN MEMORIAM.
“Wherefore, comfort one another with these
WORDS.” — / T/iess. iv: ly.
This is mutual, not official. It is not a call upon
pastors, officers, or leaders in the Church to administer
this comfort ; but upon those who are the participants
of a common sorrow. ” Comfort one another.” These
seem to be the very words for us today. For a week
past we have slept and waked, and thought and wept
over a common calamity. The world is poorer and
darker for us ; society means something less ; the circle
of friendship has been narrowed ; a fountain of wisdom
has been closed; a strong helping hand in all goodness
has been cut off ; a sweet stimulating voice in the ways
of virtue has become still. The future, too, has been
robbed of hopes that were blossoming into we know not
what fair promise of good. It is a double sorrow that
has befallen us —two bereaving strokes in one, and all in a way, so far as we can see, that need not have been
!
Surely now, if ever, words of comfort are timely.
Shall I occupy your thoughts for a few moments with
the consideration of what it is that religion proposes to do for the soul in the season of its grief ? It is not
possible that in such a world as this, religion should
have nothing to say to us on such a subject. Trials
and afflictions of one sort and another come into

circle of our knowledge every day of our lives. There
is nothing that man loves on earth that we do not see one and another called to part with. There is no disappointment of worldly hopes that we can imagine, that
does not here and there become a reality. And these
are the causes of human grief — that which we love,
snatched away ; that which we hoped for, denied. And
how poor is language,—how wretchedly inadequate are
all words to tell the depth, the tenderness, the hold upon
the very vitals of the soul of that love that clings to
whatever is justly dear ! It is the upspringing and
blossoming of that which has been planted in the deepest soil of our nature. It is the throwing of living tendrils around the heart. It is the growth of something
quick and vital upon the heart itself. The tie is like the tie of life : the sundering of it is as the cutting of nerves and arteries. It seems like
the cutting oft of one’s being from the stock upon
which it had grown, and leaving it to wither without
support, and without communication with the fountain
of its life. The feeling is that of utter desolation.
How often is it compared to the going down of the day
in a cloudy night ! —the light of life all gone! —the
darkness settling down with an oppressive chill upon
the soul ! A voiceless night ! All sounds of melody
dumb, or terribly dissonant from the mood of the soul
!
He who has not felt it, has seen it. And who of us has not seen occasions when it was too deep for utter- ance ? and when the truest sympathy was that of
silence ? So felt the friends of Job Avhen they sat on
the ground speechless in his presence ! There is a communion of souls in which the one comes to the quick discovery of what is passing in the

secret chambers of the other. We are at no loss to
discover the working of that silent unspoken sorrow
that consumes like hidden fire. The world is full of it. It comes sooner or later upon the pathway of all. And
then, as in all emergencies of our being, religion has
something to say : she penetrates the deep want of the
hour, and has something for that want which nothing . else can have. What is the want of the hour ? The
first frantic outcry of the soul, very commonly is : “I
want that which I have lost.” But when God has re- called his owHy and it belongs to this world no more,
the real want of the soul is a new equilibrium j —an
adjustment of itself to the altered state of things, in
some way that puts it at rest, and renders it possible to
mourn without misery. Unless this can be, grief will
become morbid, and degenerate into melancholy and
misanthropy ; —or it will be run down and crushed by
the wheels of worldliness.
How is this want of the soul to be met ? Not with
reasoning and argument ; for the trouble lies deeper
than these can go. Not with reproof j this will either
aggravate the sorrow, or harden the heart. Not by
underestimating the calamity \ for that is to take counsel of falsehood. It is something different from all this
that the mind craves in the season of its grief. It is what the text calls comfort Not diversion; woe to the world if wounded affection in its agony has no better resource than this. Not the thought that others
have been smitten as deeply as we ; —that trouble is the common lot of humanity;
—
-or that we are ignorant of what is really best; or that we do not know
what evils, that would otherwise have lain in our pathway, have been prevented by that which has befa

There may be a kind of relief to the mind in such
considerations as these ; but it stops very far short of
the Scripture idea of comfort. There is something
that cannot be conveyed in words ; something that
cannot be reasoned out and proved by argument
;
something that is reserved for the inner experience of
the soul ; something that can be applied in that same
deep chamber of feeling where the sorrow itself lives
and corrodes. Water will not flow upward from the
spring, unless it be into an exhausted receiver. So the
glorious spring of divine comfort which God has prepared for the soul, requires that the spiritual chamber
it is to enter, be first exhausted by the withdrawal of
some earthly blessing.
To be comforted, is not to become less alive to the sense of loss or bereavement ; it is to take home to the
soul a companion feeling, that blends with its grief,
lightens its pressure, and opens a new and larger sense
of its spiritual treasures. It is like the letting in of
fresh air to one who was suffocating with mephitic
vapors. It is not the mere saying to the soul, ” Look
up and believe in an Almighty Friend ; ” it is the coming of that Almighty Friend to the very door of the
soul ; it is to feel that he is knocking at the door ; more
than this, it is to feel that he has entered in, and that
it is his voice and no other that whispers there, ” Fear
not, for I am with thee ; be not dismayed, for I am thy
God.”
This is beyond the power of mere words. Yet words
may suggest to us some points that are essential in
order to the securing of the blessing. ” Comfort one
another,” says the text, “with these words;”—words
that tell of God’s gracious designs in regard to those

that are asleep. ” These words ” pre-suppose acqui- escence in God, and a vital bond of union in Jesus
wifA those that sleep in him. The first thing is to rec- ognize the hand of God, in our trouble. If we come
not to this, he leaves us to the sorrow of the world that
worketh death.
The next thing is a filial submission to the will of
God. And it greatly aids the soul in this, to understand something of the intent and scope of God’s designs. Hence we are told that he intends our spiritual
good ; —not some capricious pleasure of his own,
—
but our profit ; that we may be partakers of his holi- ness. And in the Scripture that leads on to our text,
we are taught that there is comfort in hope —the sublime hope of something better to come. See how it is brought in : ” I would not have you to be ignorant,
brethren, concerning them that are asleep j that ye sor- row not, even as others that have no hope ; for if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, them also
that sleep in Jesus, will God bring with him. . . For
the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a
shout, with the voice of the archangel and the trump of
God ; and the dead in Ghrist shall rise
and we shall be caught up together with them in the
clouds to meet the Lord in the air j and so shall we
ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one an- other with these words.”
Words concerning them that are asleep! Does it seem to you that it is only an easy, quiet departure, in
the midst of all the mitigations of home, with kindest
friends around,—the lamp of life going out because
the oil is spent,— the last breath like any other except
that it is the last,—that it is only such an exit that can

be called falling asleep ? — and that it is only those who
come to such a close of life with the supports of a
Christian faith, that can be said to sleep in Jesus ? Would you say the language can have no application
to one, who in the vigor of youth, or at the meridian
of life, in perfect health, is called suddenly out of the
world ? This is making too much of mere outward resemblances. The Bible has a deeper meaning. A meaning which is as fully realized in the case of the martyr
who is slain with tragic violence, as of the most fa- vored saint who passes quietly away without a pang.
You will call to mind how it is said of Stephen, who
was stoned to death outside of the walls of Jerusalem,
that after commending his spirit to the Lord Jesus ” he
fell asleep.” No ; this style of language, in the Scripture use, shows nothing whatever of the manner of the
departure. It is only that the soul has gone to its rest
in the arms of its Lord. And what an emphasis is lent to the word by the agitations and anxieties that are so often gathered into the hour ! That these
should all be hushed in a moment, in the serene satisfactions of heaven, is enough to justify our largest con- ception of the blessed sleep of the believer. Let us thank God, and take comfort, that he permits us thus
to think of those who are gone from us in the faith of
the gospel.
‘* Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep ! ”
But more is said of them. If Jesus died and rose
again, even so, them that sleep in Jesus will God bring
with him. Even so : /. e., in the risen state. They are

even now with the Lord. For it is written, ” blessed
are the dead that die in the Lord ; —for they do rest from their labors, and their works do follow them.”
And ” to depart and be wi/k Christ is far better ” than
to be here; —”to be absent from the body is to be
present with the Lord.”
Yes, though the ocean’s bed be their cemetery, and
though no man knows the spot where they lie, they
are safe in the keeping of the Great Shepherd ; at rest within his fold, held in his arms, carried in his bosom.
But this is not all that is here held forth to our hope.
All that is lost is to be recovered. The earth is to render back its trust, and “the sea is to give up the
dead that are in it,” and they will be caught up together
to meet their Lord in the air. Is there no comfort in these words ? The Lord
descended once from heaven to the humiliation of the
manger, and the form of a servant; and then the angels
sang ” Glory to God in the highest ! ” When he comes again, he comes in the glory of the
Father, and all the holy angels with him. He came
once to redeem ; he will come then to claim the
purchase of his blood. He came at first to enshrine
himself in the emblems of our weakness ; he will come
the second time to surround his sleeping ones with the
emblems of glory and strength, to take them to the
embrace of his own almightiness ; to make them more
than conquerors through him that hath loved us. As
he takes them to himself, so he takes them to his
heavenly household ; to the great family of the re- deemed ; to one another.
This is strongly suggested by the pronoun 7ae. ” So
shall we ever be with the Lord.” There is no merging

of the identity of the individual in the general mass.
It stands out sharp and clear as in this world, lacking
only the moral imperfection that remained at the closing hour. And with this complete, indestructible personal identity there goes the equally indestructible
consciousness of it. Hence our reasoning is very short
and very sure to the conclusion that believing friends are given back to one another in the communion and
joys of the life to come. Each one will knov/ himself,
and know his Lord ; and each will have the power of
making himself known to others. A part of our treas- ure in heaven, is in the friends who have gone there
before us. The fellowships of this present life move
us to sing, and often with deep emotion,
” Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love.” The kingdom of heaven on earth would be shorn of
no small portion of its blessedness, if this tie were
wanting. “All things are yours,” says the divine word,
“whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas,” and to these
might be added every other name in heaven. It is for
every believer to say, Whatever treasure I have in
any who have gone to heaven, is surely mine forever
;
a dearer treasure when the heart shall have become
entirely pure in that better life, than ever before. How
shall we know those who have gone before, and those
who come after us, to heaven ? The answer is two-fold
and very brief. First, they know themselves, and can make themselves known ; and secondly, Christ knows
them all, and can make them known. “Wherefore
comfort one another with these words.”
A week ago we were in fearful suspense. We were

balancing in the darkness between hope and fear.
There was something less than a certainty that the
bereaving stroke had done this dreadful work for us. Now the terrible certainty is upon us. We speak across
the waters, but they hear • us not. The response is from others. It is now made clear to us that while we
were persistently clinging to every shadow of a hope,
they were already sleeping in their watery grave.
The circumstances of this sad event, had the friends
we have lost been other than they are, forbid that we
should pass it in silence. There is a voice of God in
it, which we ought to hear for its own sake. The thunder of that great devouring deep gives voice to his
inscrutable counsels, which are a profounder deep.
How solemnly does the eternal anthem of the ocean
interpret itself to us today ; as if all the waves were
chanting, ” Be still, and know that I am God.” If we
ask why that fatal delay at New York, why those insufficient tides, our question reaches away to him who governs the tides as well as the storms. If we ask why that
mantle of fog, as the other continent was approached,
only he who makes the clouds his chariot, can tell. If we ask why that condition of the winds that timed their
arrival at the fatal rock, so as to give all the force of
the incoming tide and the night against them, only he
who has put the times and seasons in his own power, can give the answer. If either of these conditions had
been changed, those lives had been spared. If we go
further back, and ask why those mysterious presentiments and misgivings, so many, so persistent, so deep,
who can say that he who whispers unperceived in the
hearts of the children of men, had nothing to do with
these? It was not these whisperings of the evil to

come, that wrought the fatal mischief ; they came but
very little short of preventing it. Why did they not
prevail ? That same deep voice answers, ” God only
knows.” Along the brink of this unfathomable ocean
of mystery our pathway is laid. His judgments are a
great deep, his way is in the sea, and his footsteps are not known.
These fathomless depths demand our contemplation
today ; for out of them flashes up the light that we
need in our darkness. What we see not, God sees
;
the darkness is all of earth ; he dwells in the bright- ness of those upper skies, in the light of infinite wisdom and knowledge, seeing the end from the beginning —never thrown out of his reckoning, never taken by
surprise, never falling into mistake. Those who are
lost to us, are not lost to him. That which hedges up
our way, sets no obstacle in his. In the spirit of submission, let us make his ways our own ; let us be in
subjection to the Father of Spirits, and live. The loss which we deplore today is no ordinaiy loss. This is said and felt by all who are entitled by their
opportunities of acquaintance to say anything. Let me
speak first of Mrs. Caverly. I have no fear of exaggerating, or saying more than your honest judgment will
sustain. You know how she shone in society. If we
have any who are her superiors, I have yet to make
their acquaintance. An educated friend, who has an
extensive acquaintance both in this country and abroad,
said to me, ” I think Mrs. Caverly the most brilliant
woman I ever met.” Her presence was attractive in a high degree ; her countenance beamed with thought
and intelligence, as it did, also, with kindness and sincerity. Her education was of a high order ; her mind

was brilliant and clear. Her thought went straight to
its mark, and her words defined with unerring precission the track of her thought. She was never at a loss
;
thought was never stagnant or dull, and words were
her most facile servants. All this gave a charm to her
conversation, and placed her, in point of conversational
ability, in the very front rank.
It was not the ability which consists in mere wordiness, and is fed from the trash of the story-telling
literature of our times. She had a relish for that which
is instructive and contributes to the growth of the
mind ; and no ordinary fatigue could cut her off from
her hour or more of communion at night with the most
thoughtful essays of our best reviews. Would you
know how that serene and thoughtful face could look
so much intelligence ? It was because the thought and
the intelligence were there. It was because she craved
and would have the best thought of the ripest minds
as the food of her soul.
It was this that enabled her to command the admiration of the old and the young, and that without betraying the least self-consciousness or egotism. She
was too intent on gathering up whatever the occasion
offered for some useful end, to become the victim of
self-adulation. Her pen took the same facility of easy
and forcible expression, and what she has done for us
in this way has only made us wish that she had time to do more. She was a valued and trusted friend. She
had the same clear discernment for things, for practical matters, for affairs, that she showed in the inter- course of society. She drew her conclusions with a promptness and a kind of intuitive certainty that made
her a strong pillar of support for children and sisters

and friends to lean upon. They confided in her administrative ability, as they had reason to do, and as we
have done in many things of public interest in our
social and Sabbath School work, finding always that
what she undertook was sure to be carried through.
How we shall miss her in the Sabbath School and in
the Church
!
And here! come to a chapter in which her life was
strangely blended with that precious younger life that
has now gone with hers. About three and a half years
ago, while Amy was yet a child, there came upon her
a new and wonderful experience of religious awakening
and self-consecration to God. Instinctively she sought
those who could enter into the deep feelings of her
heart. There are those who can tell that she had
learned a new language wdthout having been taught it by human instructors,—the language of sweetest prayer
and faith. She conversed with God as her loving
Heavenly Father, and with Christ as her dear and
blessed Saviour ; and found a joy in this communion
in which all joys of earth were drowned. Was this
all enthusiasm and delusion .? Trust that keen-sighted,
watchful mother, clear as truth, and careful as fidelity
itself, to determine that. She had but one construction
to put upon it. Amy had been converted, born again.
She saw her in the ardor and simplicity of her first love, her newly begotten divine faith and joy. You
may imagine the whirl of thought and conviction and
self-examination into which that mother was thrown.
It is written, “A little child shall lead them.” She had
many times before told me something of her feelings
in regard to her most sacred duties. But whether she
had ever before given her heart to God, or not,

now resolved that it should be done. Thoughtful,
calm, determined, with less of exultant joy, but more
of the deep energy and momentum of a firmly grounded
and intelligent faith, she took Amy’s tender hand in
her own, together they bowed before God, together
they knocked at the door of the church, and on the
seventh day of January, 1872, they sat down together
at the table of the Lord. From that time Mrs. Caverly
has been steadily growing in the strength and steadfastness of her Christian character, and becoming more
and more to the church.
In the Sabbath School she has undertaken a work
which was her own, and in it she has shown her organizing and administrative power. And the little ones
that have been led and taught by her have mingled
their tears with ours over her death. Amy has been
more out of our sight for the past two years, in conse- quence of the anxieties that have been felt for her health.
Her studies were suspended, and she has been much
of the time away from home. The hope was entertained
that this visit to Europe would contribute not a little to establish her constitution, and lay the foundation for
permanent strength and usefulness. But so it was not
to be. While we were gathered in our Friday evening
meeting, sitting together in heavenly places in Christ
Jesus, they were in the deck-house”^ of that iron wreck,
fastened to the rock ; the tide was rising ; every wave
* So it was called in the cable dispatch that gave the first particulars that afforded any intelligible idea of the mode of the catastrophe. The London Daily
News published an account given by Mr. Henry Stern, commission agent, who
was a saloon passenger, in which it is called “the pavilion over the saloon.” In
this, he tells us, the women and children were huddled together, and were swept away together between one and two o’clock. As the ship struck between nine andlen, they were on the wreck some four hours.

struck at a higher level ; it was like using a longer lever,
and besides, every shock was weakening the hold of the
deck-house upon the hull, and making easier work for
that on-coming sea that was to wrench it off, and sweep
all that it contained to a watery grave. What was said
between them during these hours of suspense, will never be told on earth. That each prayed for the other, and
both for him, who would so soon be left without mother
or sister, and for other dear ones far away, I have no
doubt ‘, and no more do I doubt that they went down
clinging to the promise, “When thou goest through the
waters, I will be with thee,” and clinging to him who
gave it, even as they clung to each other. It is hard to
believe they are gone. “They were lovely and pleasant
in their lives, and in their death they were not divided.”
No, they were not divided. Dark was the hour, and
dark and cold were the waters that engulfed them, but
kind and true, and strong were the everlasting arms that
took them ; and that solemn monotone of the ocean that
is still chanting their dirge, was exchanged for the
seraphim’s song, and the bright welcome of heaven.
Earth must have its clouds, or there could be no rainbow in our sky. Out of . the blackness of midnight
comes the bright sunrise.
I do not counsel you to dwell among the shadows
and in the darkness. For a season we could not help
it. But the darkness is past. We have felt keenly
enough and long enough that earth is poorer for us. Let
us now grasp the better truth that heaven is richer;
new attractions and new treasures are waiting there.
” Come, let us join our friends above,
Who have obtained the prize
;
And on the eagle wings of love,
To joy celestial rise.”

Let us make our life one with theirs, by giving it in a holy and obedient service to the same Master. They
have not changed their allegiance or passed into an- other empire. Here or there, the service is one. There is unfinished work that they have left to us. The Master bids us take hold of it. Mrs. Caverly said
to me, just before she was called to one of her many
ministries of love to friends at a distance, in the time of
sickness, not knowing at the time that her plan would
be frustrated in this way, ” It may be that I have a
little more leisure than some, and I am going to call on some of our people with a plain message of duty.
I am going to say to them, there is your covenant, and
here are things to be done ; cannot these be brought
into agreement.” She mentioned particularly the Friday evening meeting, which she was pained to see so many neglecting.
You know something of her work in caring for children that had no church privileges ; how she gathered
them into the Sabbath school, and brought them to church, and sat with them, and taught them the behavior that was suited to the sanctuary ; you may know
something of the kindness that she showed them in
sickness, and of the tie that she was in these ways
weaving upon their hearts for their good. If I had anything to shred away from the goodly record she has left,
it should not be this. It would dim the lustre of her crown if this were wanting. Is she not saying to us today : ” I am gone, but the work remains ; gird yourselves for the effort ; forget the things that are behind ; reach forth to those that are before, and remember him
that went about doing good.” We will not forget her
;
we will not forget the lovely Amy ; we will not forget

what they have been to us, and what they have done
for us ; and at times the unbidden tear will start as we
think of those hard rocks and those remorseless waves. But we will turn to more cheerful thoughts. We will
say they are not there, they are risen, they are gone
where
“Sweet fields beyond the swelling floods Stand dressed in living green.”
There brighter companionships have received them,
and friends gone before have already made them at home.
Here let me enrich my discourse with words which
Mrs. Caverly had copied when she mourned for her
dear departed mother ; indeed, I know not but the tear
that has. blotted the page from which I take them, was
her own
:
” O, weep not if you love her, that her tedious toil is done,
O, weep not if you love her, that her holy rest is won
;
There should be gladness in your thought, and smiles upon your
brow,
For will she not be happy there ? is she not happy now ? “And we will love to talk of her, and after many years. The tears which we shall shed for her will not be bitter tears. When we shall tell each other, with a fond and thankful pride, In what purity she lived, and in what glorious hope she died.”
So will we remember /ler; so will we remember
//lem, and we will say, let the remembrance of them be
a kindly stimulus in all the work to which the Master
calls. Be no^ weary in well-doing. If he takes away
our helpers, it is not that we may stand still ! When
the standard-bearer fainteth, it is the time for others
to rush in and seize the fallen colors. Lift up the banner high as you can ; and trust in the great Captain of our salvation to give you the victory.
Do you honor her Christian zeal and faith today?
Then why, O why, should you count yourself unworthy
of the same honor? Why- keep back from the consecrations to which holy memories are calling 3^ou today,
those talents that are needed for the noblest work that can be done on earth. My dear friends, we have been
taken again by surprise. We parted with these dear ones with no thought that the parting would be final. Again has been fulfilled that saying of Him who holds
all destinies in his hand, ” In such an hour as ye think
not, the Son of Man cometh.”
How frail and transient are the dearest and most
beautiful things of earth ! Like these beautiful but
fading flowers, the dearest, sweetest blossoms of life,
the fondest living treasures of our hearts, our own
strong self-confidence and pride must droop before the
sickle of death. We did not look for this ; we can
hardly believe it now. I have stopped a score of times
while I have been writing this discourse, and asked
myself, Can it be ? Are they gone ? Such questions
will be asked again and again, and for whom ? for you ! for me ! ” In such an hour as ye think not.” ” Of that
day and that hour knoweth no man.” An hour un- known ; an hour of transition to the great untried
domain, where hours are counted no more. ” Let me
die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be
like his.”

Oh, House of God, where late she knelt,
The voice of mourning fills thy walls;
The dirge is sung, the tear-drop falls, A vague, wild sense of loss is felt.
ir. All burdenless here stands the bier,
Save for the pressing weight of gloom ; In vain the flowerets smile and bloom,
To deck a form that is not here.
III. ” Give up thy dead, oh stern, cold sea ! ” The billows break with sullen roar, Upon a bleak and rugged shore,
—
The only answer to our plea.
IV. In native earth she may not rest. Among the household’s quiet graves
;
Where by the soft stream’s glancing waves, In happy sleep repose the blest.
V. Yet did her pure and gracious life Breathe sweetness on this air of ours, Give lasting bliss to fleeting hours. And find deep peace in scenes of strife.
VI. And when in sorrowing groups we meet. This thought our aching grief beguiles,
She lives in happy children’s smiles. And in the lives by hers made sweet.
VII. Oh, doubt not, though your grief be wild,
That He who walked on Galilee
Shone forth on Scilly’s raging sea, And clasped the Mother and her Child ! F. T. GREENHALGE.
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When I first saw Rebecca, of whom all who knew
her are speaking or thinking now so tenderly, so reverently, she was a lovely little maiden,
” Standing with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet ;  her eyes were bright with expectation of the joys which
lay in the Elysian fields before her. A three years’ course of study in the high school, and three years
with Mr. Winslow in Boston, completed her school education, during which time she gave unmistakable evidence of possessing rare intellectual endowments, a
sweet and genial nature, a ready tact, and quick, warm
sympathies. Of course, she was the pet and pride of
teachers and scholars. With all her gentleness, she had
a courage that never failed her, a practical mind, and
clear, discriminating judgment, that made her in later
years a wall of support to those who needed her, and
were so dear to her. A glance of that sweet, assuring
face, comforted with a great comfort.
At the age of seventeen, Rebecca returned to take
her place in her home and in society, both of which she
was so well fitted to adorn. We can never forget that
pleasant, hospitable home, its doors ever open, so full of life and brightness ; ruled ever by the beautiful
mother through the law of loving-kindness. Here
Rebecca passed some years of uninterrupted enjoyment
in the unbroken household circle; for although the
elder daughter married, her home was near. It was
durinsf this time that our intercouse with Rebecca was ^_
most frequent. She was to us a dear and welcome
guest, always hailed with delight by the little ones whose
play was the more gleesome for her presence, while she
charmed the hours away for the elder ones. So it was,
when time after time great waves of sorrow swept over
us, that her feet moved just as swiftly to us, and though
her eyes were filled with tears, and her hands trembled,
while she did what she could for us, the beaming look never left her face, and our own caught its reflection.
On the 13th of November, 1856, Rebecca was married to Mr. Z. B. Caverly, an able and accomplished
lawyer, and almost immediately sailed with him for
Lima, where Mr. Caverly’s duties, as Secretary of Legation at Peru, called him. There were no sad forebodings, no dark presentiments to mar the preparations for
this long ocean voyage, only the natural grief at parting from so many dear ones. Mrs. Caverly’s position
in Lima was a brilliant one ; she was a queen of society,
reigning by the royal right of grace and attractiveness.
She is still remembered there, not only as a brilliant
and beautiful woman, but as a true friend and counsellor. Her enjoyment there was much increased by the
companionship of her sister Maria, and her happiness
was completed by the birth of her little daughter Amy.
In the winter of 1 860-1, Mrs. Caverly accompanied
her husband to Washington, leaving her two little ones,
Cecil being an infant at that time, in the care of her
mother and sister. Mr. Caverly was in delicate health,
and having very arduous duties before him in the settlement of American claims upon Spanish American
States, she felt that he required her exclusive care and
attention. The following winter was spent in the same
way. Here Mrs. Caverly proved herself an able assist-
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ant to her husband in the prosecution of his difficult
and intricate work, —her famiharity with the Spanish
language, and her remarkable facility as a linguist, making her services as an interpreter in demand often even
in the Department of State. As the winter wore away,
the insidious disease which had been making slow but
sure advances upon her husband’s life, alarmingly progressed ; and in April, Mr. and Mrs. Caverly went to Beaufort, S. C, with the hope of regaining at least
some measure of health for him. For a little time he
rallied, but as suddenly failed, and soon passed away
in Christian resignation and faith.
Thus alone, in a strange land, Mrs. Caverly met this
great loss ; alone she prepared for the removal of her
beloved dead to their distant New England home.
From this time, Mrs. Caverly was less seen in society,
but her activity was more and more felt in her home.
A few years later, when her mother was taken away, her
mantle fell upon this daughter’s shoulders, and Mrs.
Caverly took upon herself all the responsibility which
lav within its folds.
She was peculiarly the light of her father’s life ; she
was father and mother to her own children ; and in her
church —but with her connections here, and of her
religious life, her friend and pastor out of the fullness of
his heart has spoken ; to his words I will but add an Amen and Amen.
Now we approach the last winter, when, at a point of
time in which it was possible to accept the tempting
invitation, came the affectionate, pleading request of an
aged friend, to accompany her on a voyage to Europe.
Immediately came solicitations from friends on every
side, to accept this favorable opportunity, knowing keenly and intelligently she would enjoy the sights and
scenes of foreign travel. Even her father and sisters,
putting aside their own sense of loss, cheerfully urged
her going, believing that her life and theirs also, would
be much enlivened by her new experiences. ” I shall
have so much to tell my father,” she said. To all this
was added the stronger motive of hope of restoring
health to Amy, who had shown, in the past few years,
signs of a delicate organization, causing thereby much
anxiety to the watchful mother. At last she made her
decision to go with Amy. But what was this something
which so persistently caused the shrinking of this cour- ageous, resolute woman ? Would no one say nay to
her going? The slightest obstacle would stay her.
Alas ! the way seemed very clear ; only to her own
inward vision, “rose this black veil before her, beyond
which she could not penetrate.” Just before her departure, holding her sister Maria’s hand in hers, she
said, ” If I do not return to Cecil, be a mother to my
child j be to him what I would be to yours if she were
so bereft.” How soon the trust fell upon the tender
sister ! On the 27th of April Mrs. Caverly and Amy sailed
from New York in the Schiller, but instead of a sojourn
in Europe, she passed to that land, the glory and beauty
of which eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, neither
hath the heart conceived.
Rough the path thou hadst to breast,
Strong the wave thy strength must test, Sweet will be thy after-rest. Where the waves of Time surcease, In Eternity’s increase
Angel hands shall thee release. H. M. N.

Yes, dead ! how loth we are to say it, to own even to our inmost thoughts that they are dead — they, who
went out from us so recently, —the one in the rich ful- ness and beauty of a thoroughly developed life, the
other in the freshness and bright hopefulness of maidenhood ; and it is of these two so dearly loved and
cherished, that we must now say that agonizing word
—
dead
!
The words our pen would write, offer but faint tribute
to the virtues of one we knew and loved so well ; one who ever met us with a pleasant smile and words of
cordial greeting, and whose last affectionate ” God bless
you,” is still sounding in our ears. Amid the storm and darkness of that fearful night,
we see her with calm and steadfast faith listening to
that voice, which like softest music she hears through
the wild tumult of winds and waves, and which she
whispered to her precious child, ” Fear not, for I am
with thee,” and with tender thoughts for the loved ones
left behind, she crossed the dark river, and the loving arms of dear ones gone before were held out to receive
and welcome her; while our poor, fainting, human
hearts strive hard through bitter anguish to say, ” Thy
will be done.”
Meeting life bravely and cheerily, with wonderful clearness of perception and adaptiveness, she saw
and fulfilled the many duties which devolved upon her
as a tender and judicious mother, an affectionate
daughter and sister, and a warm and steadfast friend.
All who were brought in contact with her, felt her
ready and earnest sympathy in sorrow, and the bright-
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ness with which she shared their pleasures. But her
cares and sympathies were not confined to her household nor her large circle of friends. With a wide spread
and active benevolence, her many acts of self-sacrificing
generosity towards the poor, the sick and the infirm, can
only be thoroughly known to the recipients, in whose
memory she wdll most gratefully live, and by whom she
will be truly mourned.
Rich in culture, with a readiness and versatility of
conversational power rarely met, adapting herself easily
and almost unconsciously to the ability of those around
her, her ready wit, her joyous laugh and cheerful tones,
will ever be held in pleasant remembrance, and the cir- cle in which she moved will long miss and mourn her
as one of its brightest ornaments.
But in her home circle, her strong affection, her clear
judgment, her noble and unselfish nature, her refinement and purity of character, and all the wealth of love
given and received, will carry their sweet influences
through all coming years ; and in many hearts outside
of the household where she is so tenderly enshrined, the
memory of her beautiful life will be held with sacred
tenderness.
In our grief for this loved friend, let us not forget the
sweet, young life, so full of girlhood’s hopes and aspirations, for whom the future seemed so full of beauty
and gladness, which has been cut off so suddenly. She
too had learned upon whose arm of strength to lean
when human aid should fail ; she too heard the voice,
. ” Be not afraid ; ” and together mother and daughter,
who had been so united in life, stood safely upon that
shore which storms and darkness can never reach.
K. F. L.