id, "I disclaim all that, the port
that I would be at, is redemption and forgiveness through his blood,
_thou shalt shew me the path of life, in thy sight is fulness of joy_,
there is nothing now betwixt me and the resurrection _but to-day thou
shalt be with me in paradise_." Mr. Blair saying, Shall I praise the
Lord for all the mercies he has done and is to do for you? He answered,
"Oh! for a well tuned harp." To his child[91] he said, "I have again
left you upon the Lord, it may be, you will tell this to others, that
_the lines are fallen to me in pleasant places, I have got a goodly
heritage_. I bless the Lord that he gave me counsel."

Thus by five o'clock in the morning (as he himself foretold) it was said
unto him, Come up hither, and he gave up the ghost, and the renowned
eagle took its flight unto the mountains of spices.

In the foresaid manner died the famous Mr. Rutherford who may justly be
accounted among the sufferers of that time, for surely he was a martyr
both in his own design and resolution, and by the design and
determination of men. Few men ever ran so long a race without cessation,
so constantly, so unweariedly, and so unblameably. Two things (rarely to
be found in one man) were eminent in him, _viz._ a quick invention and
sound judgment, and these accompanied with a homely but clear
expression, and graceful elocution; so that such as knew him best were
in a strait whether to admire him most for his penetrating wit and
sublime genius in the schools, and peculiar exactness in disputes and
matters of controversy, or his familiar condescension in the pulpit,
where he was one of the most moving and affectionate preachers in his
time, or perhaps in any age of the church.----To sum up all in a word,
He seems to be one of the most resplendent lights that ever arose in
this horizon.

In all his writings he breathes the true spirit of religion, but in his
every-way admirable letters he seems to have out-done himself, as well
as every body else, which, although jested on by the profane wits of
this age because of some homely and familiar expressions in them, it
must be owned by all who have any relish for true piety, that they
contain such sublime flights of devotion that they must at once ravish
and edify every sober, serious, and understanding reader.

Among the posthumous works of the laborious Mr. Rutherford are his
letters; the trial and triumph of faith; Christ's dying and drawing of
sinners, &c.; a