feeling done up and of having fever. The following Sunday he was in
bed. This was only eleven days before he died. On Monday, however,
he was better. and up, and was able to be with us all day, and took
the Communion with us all in the evening. Then we chatted together
for some time and sang hymns, amongst others, "God be with you till
we meet again!" No. 494 in Sankey's _Songs and Solos_.

'In this connection let me tell you some of Mr. Gilmour's favourite
hymns in the book just mentioned. Amongst these were Nos. 494, 535,
150, 328. I dare say you would like to learn them and sing them for
his sake.

'Your dear father was only in bed ten days before the end came, and
all this time he spoke but little. He was too feverish and ill to
want to talk or to listen: he just lay quietly, bearing his
sickness with remarkable patience. One day, observing he was a
little restless, I went to his bedside and asked him if he wanted
anything. "No, nothing," was his reply, "only that the Lord would
deliver me out of this distress."

'The last few days his mind was not clear, but all his wanderings
were about his work. It was the last day but one of his life; he
was more restless than usual, trying all the time to rouse himself,
as if for a journey, when he looked up and said, "Where are we
going?"

'"To heaven," I answered, "to see the Lord."

'"No," he replied, "that is not the address."

'"Yes it is, Mr. Gilmour," I said again. "We are going to heaven;
would you not like to go and see the Lord Jesus?"

'Then he seemed to take in the meaning of my words, and reverently
bowed his head in assent, his lips quivered, and his eyes filled
with tears; and he was quieted, like a weary child who has lost his
way and finds on inquiry that only a few more steps and he will be
at rest and at home.

'The next day, his last, was still more restless. At one time he
seemed to be addressing an audience and earnestly gesticulating
with his hands; and, with as much force as he could command, he
said: "We are not spending the time as we should; we ought to be
waiting on God in prayer for blessing on the work He has given us
to do. I would like to make a rattling speech--but I cannot--I am
very ill--and can only say these few words." And then he nodded his