Seldom, if ever, has there been a death of one recently among us, so widely felt and so very sad, as that of Samuel Foster McCleary Jr., of the class '88. He was a simple, thoroughly good, scholarly fellow, beloved by all that knew him.

His father was formerly city clerk in Boston, and was also a Harvard man. After McCleary graduated, he went into business for about a year in the city, when he returned here to the Divinity School. By doing extra work, he was enabled to take his diploma this year, the degree of A. M. as well as the Divinity School degree.

In October of this year he was settled over the Mission School, a branch of the Church of the Saviour of Brooklyn, N. Y. So earnest and so deeply in sympathy with his work was he, that very soon it began to tell upon his health. Despite this there was no end to his activity, and he daily visited scenes of poverty, and homes of trouble, till his sensitive nature was broken. And even at the end, when not himself, he was conscientious and gallant to the last drop; he paid all his debts, gave directions to those under him, and then when everything was settled, he boarded the Fall River boat, after which he was never seen again.

At Harvard he was a model student, always bright and cheerful, interested in club work, and at the same time a good worker. He was one of the organizers of the Banjo Club, an editor of the Advocate, and a member of the Pudding and O. K. And although so much with his fellow students he got a Detur in his freshman year, and graduated with honorable mention, and the degree-cum Laude. The memorial service held at his church on Monday, where there were present so many men showed only too clearly how he was esteemed here at Harvard.