rue man; he was a pure-minded man, he was a godly man.

His ability was not that of the great scholar, but of the logician
of keen, accurate perceptions. He was not an encyclopedia, but a
compact volume of naked logic. He was capable of the very nicest
discriminations; and he had the faculty of pointing out a fallacy
with marvelous clearness, and of turning an objection to his
position into an argument in its favor.

He was sometimes misunderstood; but he was always true to his
convictions, and there was no honorable thing he would not do for
the truth's sake. He believed in the gospel as the power of God
unto salvation; and he made no compromises with doctrines in
conflict with his conviction that the gospel must be believed and
obeyed by those who would be saved.

The speaker said many tender and fatherly things to the bereaved
family and to the church, one of which was that we who knew of our
brother's sufferings, could have had but the one motive of
selfishness for detaining him an hour longer than he lingered with
us.

Bro. M. C. Kurfees followed the remarks of President Graham with
some comforting reflections on Bro. Allen's views of death and of
the future life. He spoke of his willingness "to depart and to be
with Christ, which is far better." Heaven is not a far off place,
but an actual spiritual presence with God. He spoke of the
blessedness of being always ready for this change from our life in
the body to our life with God in the invisible world.

Bro. McDiarmid closed the services with suitable remarks and an
earnest prayer. After the singing of the song, "Jesus, Lover of my
Soul," came the final leave-taking, and the departure from the
church to the grave. Not the least touching of these scenes was the
breaking down in grief of the sturdy yeomen of the congregation as
they stood around the bier of their dear brother and former pastor,
and looked on that manly face and form for the last time.

Finally we laid him to rest in the burying-place near by. At the
grave the closing prayer was offered by Bro. Wm. Buchanan, who
referred tenderly to his aged mother and absent relatives. And thus
the final scenes closed.

His resting-place is a lovely spot, overlooking the city of
Madison, commanding an extended view of the river valley, and in
sight of the str