One night, for the entertainment of his fellow-passengers in a stagecoach, he repeated two cantos of Scott's poem of "Marmion"! I have heard him quote, in a public address before the New York University, a whole page of Cicero without the slip of a single word! His passion for polysyllables was very amusing, and he loved to astonish his hearers by his "sesquipedalian" phraseology.

A certain visionary crank once intruded into his study and bored him with a long dissertation.

Dr.Cox's patience was exhausted, and pointing to the door, he said: "My friend, do you observe that aperture in this apartment?
If you do, I wish that you would describe rectilineals, very speedily." I could fill several pages with racy anecdotes of the keen wit and the varied erudition of my venerable friend.

But let none of my readers think of Dr.Cox as a clerical jester, or a pedant.

He was a powerful and intensely spiritual preacher of the living Gospel.