the latter day, however, to all human appearance, he was fast approaching the final close of life. "The Doctors are mistaken," he remarked, "if they express any expectation of my recovery. I know that I am a dying man. O, I long to be gone. I hope it is not impatience; but I cannot avoid feeling under the accumulated weight of my sufferings." Alluding to the death of Mr. SARGENT, which had taken place on the Wednesday preceding, he observed, "These young walls bear more battering than old ones." After having changed his position a little, he exclaimed, "I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures."

In a few moments he added,

Happy if with my latest breath,
may but gasp His name ;

Preach Him to all, and cry in death,

'Behold, behold the Lamb!'

-Yes; the Lamb of God, slain from the foundation of the world, for worthless man." Then addressing the friends that stood around him, he said, "O follow Christ, follow Christ! I have preached him in life, and I now preach him in death: Behold, behold the Lamb! O precious Jesus,-thou flower of the wilderness!-the fairest among ten thousand, and altogether lovely!

'Jesus, my only hope thou art,

Strength of my failing flesh and heart;
O could I catch a smile from thee,
And drop into eternity!'"'

After these exertions, he became faint; and the heart-rending anticipation of his speedy dissolution became unavoidable. Ă little wine and water having been given to him, he intimated a wish to hold the cup in his own hand. Having drank himself, he then presented it, in a most tender and affectionate manner, to the dear partner of his life, who received it from his hands as a sacramental pledge of their drinking together the new wine of the kingdom which is above. He then fell into a gentle slumber for a short time, after which, with renewed energy, he began to inquire, "Why do his chariot wheels so long delay? Am I not yet gone? What keeps me back? Have I more work to do for Jesus? O pray for my deliverance !-the shades of death are long." He then, with much fervour, prayed that he might glorify God in his death. Soon afterwards, he appeared to be almost overwhelmed with a sense of the divine presence; and entreated those about him to raise him upon his knees, that he might appear

before his Lord in the humblest posture. "O, let me," said he, "but wash the meanest of his servants' feet!" Taking hold of the hands of all present, he pronounced what he thought would be his parting benediction; and said, with much solemn feeling, "God bless you, and reward you for your kindness to me!" A Lady, residing at Shelly, who was very assiduous in her kind attentions to the deceased and to his friends, entering the room about this time, Mr. LLOYD addressed her in the following terms: "You are just come in time to be thanked for the many acts of kindness which I and Mrs. LLOYD have received from you, since we came into this part of the country. The Lord bless you, and lift upon you the light of his countenance, and grant you peace henceforth and for ever: Amen!"*

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To an aged man, who called to offer consolation, he said, "If thy heart be as mine, give me thy right hand;" which was done with suitable emotions on both sides. Something having been said about the accident, and the cause of it, he observed, that it was neither wood nor stone, but the finger of God."—"It is the Lord's will," he added, "let him do what seemeth good in his sight. Jesus can make the bed of death as soft as downy pillows are." An affectionate friend, who continued with him during nearly the whole time of his affliction, giving him a little wine, to moisten his parched lips, he remarked, with a most benign look, and with great emphasis, "This is not Gall;"alluding to the potion presented to our Saviour on the Cross. At times he seemed to be wholly absorbed in the contemplation of the celestial prospect before him. As his soul rose higher and higher in its holy ecstasies, he cried out,

"Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly;

O Grave, where is thy victory,

O Death, where is thy sting?"

But sensible that he was still in the body, in a doubting, anxious tone, he began to inquire:

"What is this absorbs me quite ;

Steals my senses, shuts my sight;
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me my soul can this be death ?"

During the evening of this ever memorable day, though his bodily suffering was great, Mr. LLOYD was in evident transport. He rose, as well as he was able, from his pillow, and with rapture exclaimed to those about him, "Come unto me, and I will tell you what the Lord has done for my soul. He hath saved my soul, and he will save you, every one of you: he will save all

* The following just and merited tribute to the kindness evinced on this occasion, appeared in one of the provincial Journals, dated August 2, 1823 "It is due to the inhabitants of Shelly and its neighbourhood to say that the most humane attention is paid to the Gentlemen who have been brought amongst them by this inscrutable dispensation of Divine Providence."

that come to him. O, blessed Saviour! thy presence makes heaven, in town or country, in a shop or warehouse, in a palace or in a cottage." Presently he called upon his friends to pray. He also prayed, with an earnestness that was truly surprising, taking into consideration his extreme weakness; and recommended the people among whom he had laboured to the special care of God;-expressing a wish that some of them might be the crown of his rejoicing in the day of the Lord. Shortly afterwards, at his solicitation, the throne of grace was again supplicated in his behalf; and he seemed highly delighted, observing how pleasant it was to be in a house of prayer.-As the night advanced, his pain became less severe, and he again spoke in almost his usual manner. Being told that his friends thought he had almost left them, he remarked, "I thought so too. But I shall stay a little longer : nevertheless one of this company must go."-Addressing a young friend from Huddersfield, who had been unwearied in performing numberless kind offices for him, he said: "God bless you, and keep you to eternal life, and bring you to glory!-that is every thing."-To Mrs. S. he remarked, "You and we have often shared mutual joys, and now you have come to partake of our sorrows. The Lord I hope, will reward you ;" and added, "O take care of my wife! Her poor heart is almost broken."-Indeed, on all proper occasions, during Mr. LLOYD's affliction, he expressed himself in terms of the warmest acknowledgment for the various tokens of sincere regard and affection which he received from his friends; and fervently prayed for their temporal and spiritual welfare.

On Sunday and Monday, the 3d and 4th of August, though he was tolerably tranquil, yet it was evident that his life was drawing to a close. On Tuesday the 5th, he became restless, and his severest pains returned with full force, which continued through the following night without any intermission. Early on Wednesday morning, a friend inquiring how he then was, he replied: "It is almost over. O, I have passed a sad night; but I have learned to suffer my Master's will." During the forenoon he was in a most heavenly frame of mind. Every word, every breath, was praise. He blessed God that he had lived and was dying a Methodist Preacher; and added, with the liveliest emotion, "I hope my dear boy will too." A few moments only had elapsed, when he delighted all present by an extemporaneous poetic effect; the subject of which was Mr. WESLEY, and the nagnificent plan of spreading the Gospel established and superintended by him. It closed with a devout wish that the influences of religion might spread far as the earth's remotest bounds, until all the families of man should become the family of God!* Pointing with his

*The last sermon Mr. LLOYD preached was on this delightful subject, at Todmorden, on Sunday the 27th of July, when he advocated the cause of the Methodist Sunday-School at that place with unusual animation.

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fore-finger, he said, "Glory! I see Jesus!" and as if bidding adieu to all sublunary objects, he repeated the following lines:

"Farewell, great world, I've seen enough of thee;

My God I love, my God to all eternity!"

"Yes," he added, "through all eternity! O, my friends, how sweet a thing it is to die: I had no idea it was so pleasant. I thought I was in heaven. Do I again visit you?"-Looking inquisitively about him, as if to ascertain the fact, and observing Mrs. LLOYD standing close to his bed, almost inconsolable, in the most tender and pathetic manner he committed her to the care of his heavenly Father, praying that he would be a husband to the widow, and a father to the fatherless. But as if he thought he could die more satisfied, he said, "O, let my wife die with me!" Being told that she must tarry the Lord's pleasure; he calmly said, "O, yes, that will do!"-He then began to sing in a sort of under tone, as if joining the heavenly hosts in their hymns of praise; a circumstance the more remarkable, as Mr. LLOYD had never been accustomed to sing upon any occasion.Articulation now failing, he made the sign of the cross upon his breast; wishing to leave that last testimony of his faith in Jesus Christ, a token which he was convinced was understood by his surrounding friends.

His work was now done; his breathing became quick and irregular; his eyes seemed fixed on some object of higher interest than any thing this world has to present; the cold hand of death passed over him; and, with a smile on his countenance, and, without a struggle or a groan, as if falling into a deep sleep, his happy spirit winged its way to everlasting glory, on Wednesday afternoon, the 6th of August, 1823, in the thirty-fourth year of his age, and the tenth of his faithful and valuable ministry, surrounded by those who loved and revered him in life, and whose exclamation at his death was, "Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright; for the end of that man is peace."

His dear remains were conveyed to Halifax, and, on Saturday morning the 9th, were committed to the tomb. A vast concourse of people attended on the occasion, as well to pay the last tribute of respect to their departed Friend and Pastor, as to express their sincere regret that they should see his face no more in the flesh.On Sunday, August 17th, his death was improved by the REV. J. ENTWISLE, from "Death" is "yours," (1 Cor. iii. 22,)—in a manner which greatly interested and edified all who heard him. He expressed, in the most affectionate terms, his regard for the deceased, whom the unsearchable Providence of God had so suddenly removed from that Ministry, of which he was becoming one of the brightest ornaments. Between two and three thousand persons, of different denominations, (for he was beloved by all,) attended the mournful service; with their tears bedewing

the memory of departed worth, and recording the high esteem and veneration they cherished for the amiable and excellent character of him, of whose ministry and other public labours they had so recently and so frequently been the witnesses.

"Multis ille bonis flebilis occidit."

To those who best knew Mr. LLOYD, and shared his affection and confidence, the loss they have sustained, by his premature death, is irreparable. For in all cases where a correct judgment was required, and when counsel was necessary, he was ever ready, if requested, to assist; and nothing could induce him to yield to undue partialities, or to sacrifice any principle of duty, to serve any interest, either of greater or less importance. To them is left only the mournful satisfaction of cherishing the remembrance of his excellencies, and of attempting to imitate his worthy example; while the solemn lesson they should learn from this awful dispensation of Providence is, to live in a state of habitual preparation for death,-that, when the hour of their departure shall arrive, like their dear deceased friend, they may be enabled to say, as he did on one occasion during his affliction, "Thanks be to God who giveth us the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ."

As a Minister of Religion, the late Mr. LLOYD possessed those talents which enabled him to give "instruction in righteousness" in a way calculated at once to edify and to please. There was nothing inflated in his style, affected in his manner, or extravagant in his gestures; but he appeared before his audience with that steady and dignified confidence, which became the high office he sustained, and fixed the respectful attention of all who heard him. His Sunday-morning's discourses were generally addressed to believers; and treated on the great and essential doctrines of Justification by Faith, the Witness of the Spirit, Christian Perfection, and other subjects of an experimental nature, in a clear, argumentative, and convincing manner. In the afternoons, he commonly paraphrased, or lectured, on some important portion of the Holy Scriptures; and his remarks on any apparently obscure or difficult passage which occurred, were ever calculated to enlighten the minds of his auditors, and to remove the doubts of objectors. On Sabbath evenings he directed his attention, generally, to impenitent sinners and unhappy backsliders; and if the voice of the Law was insufficient to awaken them to a just sense of their duty to God and themselves, with what mild persuasion, with what affectionate entreaties, would he endeavour to bring back the wanderer, and to convince the obstinate of their guilt and danger; commending them to that mercy and grace which are offered to all!

The disinterestedness of Mr. LLOYD was at all times a very conspicuous trait in his character; and his anxiety for the welfare of others seemed to be as great as for himself. He never appeared more happy, than when he was assisting in any plan