ing the week following my interview with him just
alluded to, are treasured up in the heart's memory. But there is no room
for details until we reach the closing scene, from Friday to Monday,
January 19. I shall copy from some memoranda furnished by the mother.
She had before urged that he should pray in view of continued life only
for strength to speak of the goodness of the Lord in the land of the
living, and thus live a long life in the little time spared to him. This
seemed to be verified. Mrs. Hunt writes: "On Friday morning he arose as
usual, and reclined on the sofa. He was weak, and his throat sore, so
that he could only swallow liquids. When the physician visiting him
left, I told him that he thought him very low, but I requested him to
remember what his beloved minister had told him, to look away from death
to Jesus and Heaven; he exclaimed, 'O death, where is thy sting? O
grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin, and the strength
of sin is the law; but thanks to God, who giveth me the victory, through
my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.' He expressed the delightful thought
that he would be where 'the Lamb would feed him, lead him to living
waters, and wipe away all tears from his eyes.' Sometimes he would say,
'Precious Savior. Mother, what would I do without such a Savior?
Precious hope, what would I do without such a hope?' And then he would
speak of the mansions in Heaven. The 27th and 40th Psalms, which his
dear father had selected for us a short time before his death, that we
might read them for our comfort after he was gone, were given. When the
27th was commenced he took it up and repeated the whole. On Saturday he
had severe pain in the lungs, and thought his end near. Several of his
friends called, and he noticed them all distinctly. He addressed two of
his fellow-students in the University in an affectionate appeal to what
he supposed their spiritual condition. In a conversation with Rev. Mr.
C., he said that if God had been pleased to spare his life, he should
have felt himself consecrated to the ministry and missionary service;
and expressed the calm assurance of his faith. Prayer was offered that
he might spend one more precious Sabbath on earth. The night passed, and
the Sabbath came. My child exclaimed, soon after waking, '_Precious
Sabbath_,' and his eyes beamed with hallowed feeling. I said, 'Dear son,
can you truly say this morning that you feel the peace of God which
passeth unders