getting to heaven seemed so fully to absorb his thoughts that he
appeared dead to everything earthly. In life he had been a most loving
and affectionate husband and father, but now, with a strong belief in
God's promises of protection and care over the widow and fatherless, he
resigned his family into the Lord's hands, and then seemed almost to
banish them from his thoughts.

Being very poor on account of his long-continued ill health, which had
incapacitated him for work, he had, when his severe illness began,
nothing to eat but fish. We cheerfully supplied him with what things
our limited means would allow, to alleviate his sorrows and poverty.
One day, when my beloved Brother Semmens and I had visited him, we had
prayer and a blessed talk with him. As we were leaving him, after
giving him some tangible evidences of our love, Brother Semmens said,
"Now, Brother William, can we do anything else for you? Do you want
anything more?" The poor sick man turned his radiant face towards us
and said, "O no, I want nothing now, but more of Christ."

He often conversed with us about his glorious prospects and the joy and
happiness he felt as the pearly gates of the Golden City seemed to be
opening before him. Here are some of his dying words whispered either
to my beloved colleague or to myself. Would that we could portray the
scene, or describe the happy, shining face of the dying man, lying there
on a bed of blankets and rabbit skins in his little dwelling!

He said, "While my body is getting weaker, my faith is getting stronger,
and I am very happy in Jesus' love. Very glad am I that I responded to
Mr Evans' invitations, and gave my heart to Him Who has saved me and
kept me so happy in His love. I am so glad I was permitted to do some
little work for Jesus. He used to help me when I tried to talk about
His love and recommend Him to others. I used to get very happy in my
own soul when thus working for Him. I am happier now than ever before.
I am resting in His love."

Thus would the happy man talk on as long as his strength permitted. It
was ever a blessing to visit him. It wonderfully encouraged and
strengthened us in our work. One day, as we came from one of these
blessed visits, Brother Semmens burst out in almost ecstatic delight,--

"O may I triumph so
When all my warfare's past!"

When we administered to him the emblems of the broken body and spilt
blood of the Redeemer, he was much affected, a