last few weeks. of the writer.

him peace, but all must be passed over until his He was taken ill under the roof His illness lasted a little over three weeks. A few days before he was taken ill, it was said to him, with reference to his difficulty of breathing, 'You are not so bad as you were ?' His reply was, 'Bad! yes, so bad that I could not be worse; but I believe I shall be forgiven, for He has promised it, and He is faithful. I hope soon to see Him as He is, and then I will crown Him, crown Him, crown Him for ever.'

"Very many times he spoke of feeling how near he was to 'that blessed place,' and declared his whole trust was in the finished work of Jesus. Free grace and dying love formed the sole anchorage of his hope. 'None but Jesus, none but Jesus,' he would often exclaim, with peculiar emphasis. His love to the people of God at Clifton Chapel was most fervent, and his heart filled to the brim with gratitude to meet them once more at the beginning of July, after an absence of more han a year.

"When he was first taken ill, he said, 'I think I have come here to lay my body down, and enter that happy home.' I said, 'I hope not, I hope you will yet be spared to us.' He answered, with much feeling, "Don't hope about that, leave that with the Lord. Let His will be done.' Although his intellectual powers had become sadly weakened, yet, as he suffered no pain, and seemed so happy

in his soul, we could not help desiring still to have his life spared. He was, though childish, so childlike, and patient, and loving, that it seemed painful to part with him. His sayings during his three weeks' illness are given from memoranda made at the time, and to read his own words will give a better idea of the true state of his mind than the remarks of another. His words were singularly the index of his soul. Out of the abundance of the heart his mouth did indeed speak. Before giving more of his sayings, it will be well to remark that he was nearly always sleeping, and had scarcely any mind left about natural things; which on the one hand made his sayings few, and on the other hand the more striking, as showing the power of the Holy Spirit to act upon the soul when the brain ceases naturally and clearly to help the mind to take in or express ideas. It was once said to him, when he was being lifted, 'You are like a baby.' He shook his head in his own peculiar way, and said, 'If I am but a true baby, a spiritual baby, a babe of Christ-that is what I want to be.'

"Once he said, 'That is sweet;' and when asked 'What is sweet?' he said, 'Jesus is precious to my soul, and that is sweet. He is almighty, gracious, and ever merciful. I feel strengthened in grace. I am still begging for grace to hold me up. Come, Lord, and uphold me with the right hand of Thy power. Hold me up with Thy powerful hand!' When he was receiving attention he would some

times say, 'I am not worthy of so much kindness. Think what some poor people have to endure, and see what mercies I have. I suffer no pain anywhere; I only feel weary and weak.'

often say

"I am weak, but Thou art mighty;

Hold me with Thy powerful hand.'

He would

One day he said, with much sweetness, ' Christ is the best Friend; if He loves, He loves to the end;' and then repeated—

"Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone—

He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till Him I view.

"The way the holy prophets went,

The path that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness

I'll go, for all His paths are peace.'

At hearing the name of Jesus mentioned, he said, 'Ah, that is the name.

"How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.'

'That is the name that I shall sing in glory.'
"He repeated—

"Salvation, O the joyful sound!

'Tis pleasure to our ears,

A sovereign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.'

And then tried to sing it, but after two notes he

said, 'I cannot sing-I have no breath.' Referring to the closing words of the verse, he said, 'The fears will come, but this salvation rises above them all.'

"He seemed for a few days at one time not quite so happy, and was frequently in prayer. He would say, in the most imploring, childlike tone, 'Do, Lord, come again, and visit my soul! Let me have one sweet taste of Thy love! Do shine upon me!' Once, soon after this, when a friend spoke to him, he said, 'I am just enjoying a sweet comfort. Christ is all and in all. None but Jesus can do helpless sinners good.'

"Once he seemed to think I was gone to preach the Word, and said: 'Lord, it must be Thou, and Thou alone, that canst enable him to speak. May great grace rest upon him, and upon them that hear him! May Christ crucified be praised, and may both speaker and hearers have reason to rejoice together! It is Thou, and Thou alone, that canst work the work of grace in the heart, and then work in us to will and to do of Thy good pleasure.'

"After being placed for the night, he was asked if he were quite comfortable. His reply was: 'No, I am not; for if I were I should be in that blessed place. I shall never be quite comfortable until I am there, and it will not be long.'

"At one time he commenced in prayer to God by the following sweet words: 'O Thou great and

gracious One, who hast fulfilled the law and made it honourable, and hast saved us from sin and vanity,' when his mind and strength failed him.

"He appeared once very deep in thought, and when asked what he was thinking about, he said: 'Not about any worldly concerns, and it would be no use if I were, for I could alter nothing.'

"Once he said, in a tone of singular sweetness, simplicity, and gratitude: 'Lord, I am precious in Thy sight. Christ is my all and in all. I am reconciled by Christ.'

"One morning he said to us: 'I hope the Lord will help you through all your troubles and trials, and keep you with longing desires after Christ, and Him crucified.' To one who drew near to him, he said, 'I wish ;' and when asked what he wished, he said, I wish I may have a happy, happy race.' He possibly meant, end of his race. 'I shall never tire of one name, the dear Rock. He'll never lose His power till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more.'

"Once he repeated

"There is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins.'

And at the last two lines his tears came, and his utterance was nearly choked with feeling

"And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.'

"He said, 'I cannot repeat that without tears.'