Who taught me, when a happy schoolboy—in the houseof my beloved and venerated master, the Rev. AlfredWhitehead, M.A., and his dear wife—to sing at sight,who first fostered my passion for music; to that genialand highly accomplished man, who has vanished frommy view for years, but not from my memory, where heresides ever, as a kind of Apollo Belvedere of thosefar-off days—that New World to which the ColumbusMan, may never return.