in his society, and I can say,
as many others have said, that William, since the day of his conversion,
was never heard to utter an unkind word about any one, or do anything
that could give the enemies of the Lord Jesus an opportunity to scoff at
his profession of loving the Lord with all his heart. He was never a
very strong man physically while we knew him, and so was unable to go on
the long tripping or hunting expeditions with him more vigorous
comrades. He suffered much from inward pain, but was ever bright and
hopeful. When he stood up to add his testimony, the sick, pallid face
caused a wave of sympathy to pass over the audience, but his cheery
words quickly lifted the cloud, and we seemed to look through the open
door into the celestial city, into which he was so soon to enter. His
obituary, which I wrote at the time of his death, is added at the close
of this chapter. He said:--

"For many years I have now been walking in this way, and proving this
great salvation. It is a blessed way, and it is getting more delightful
all the time. Every day on it is a day's walk nearer Jesus. It is not
like the trails in our country, sometimes rocks, and then more often
muskegs and quaking bogs; but it is the solid rock all the time, and on
it we may always be sure of our footing, and it leads us up to Him Who
is the Rock of Ages. I am not now a strong man, as you know I once was.
This poor weak body is like the old wigwam. It is breaking up. As
each storm tears fresh rents in the old wigwam, so each attack of
disease seems to tear me, and bring me nearer the time when what is
immortal of me shall slip away from the worn body into the everlasting
brightness of that land where the happy people never say, `I am sick.'
I am very glad and happy in the service of this Jesus, and will serve
Him as long as He lends me health. But I do want to go home. I cannot
do much more here. Our Missionary, Mr Young, said to me, `William,
don't talk so much about leaving us. How can we spare you?' I thank
him for his love and friendship, but there is another Friend I am
getting such a longing in my heart to see, and that is Jesus, my
Saviour, my Redeemer. I am praying for patience, but by-and-by I shall
be with Him, with him for evermore. There I shall have no pain, and I
will praise my Jesus for evermore. So, while waiting, I ask God to be
with me here, and to let me serve Him in some way every day."

With suppressed emotio