within him, and burst forth, in these delightful lines -the very transcript of his faithful, peaceful, hopeful spirit. When morning sunbeams round me shed Their light and influence blest; In darkling lines, that dim each ray, When murky clouds o'erhang the sky Where not a hope appears: Lo! characters of glory play, 'Mid shades-"this too shall pass away." Blest words, that temper pleasure's beam, And lighten sorrow's glooin; That early sadden youth's bright dream, And cheer the old man's tomb ; Unto that world be ye my stay The world which shall not pass away. I was much with him, from the early part of this month, when I returned home, until his latest breath. He was always the same. He deeply felt, and feelingly bewailed, the sinfulness both of his nature, and of his practice; and he clung to the bleeding Cross, as his only and sufficient rescue. "As I now look back on my short life," he would say, "all seems to be sinful." He was of the tenderest conscience that I ever knew. Often he said, that he was almost afraid that the composure of his confidence would G 1 fail him at the last; but this, he said, he knew, was a temptation; and that He in whom he trusted would give him strength according to his day.' He attained to no raptures. He spoke of no triumph of his own. He professed no positive assurance of acceptance, as personally and specifically sealed to him, other than in the sacraments and offices of the Church. He 1 These, by Mr. Newman, from the "Lyra Apostolica," were favourite lines with him. They were the last which he recited; and they well express the habitual repose of his last illness. "Unto the godly there ariseth up light in the darkness." Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, The night is dark, and I am far from home- Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou I loved to choose and see my path: but now, I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years! So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on, O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. The prospect of meeting with his mother, was among the anticipatious on which he loved to dwell. had "not so learned Christ." He saw no warrant for such an expectation in the Holy Scripture. It was enough for him to know, that the Son of God had "tasted death for every man;" and that "he that believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life." He saw too little that was not sin in the whole course of his past life, to attach any importance to the whisperings of a deceitful heart; or to look to himself, or any thing of or in himself, for comfort or reliance. He was content to lie down humbly, at the foot of the Cross; and to look up, as a weaned child, to Him who died for sinners, and who speaketh peace and pardon to every contrite heart. "Oh, how I have felt," said he, a very short time before his death, "during these last few days, the vanity of a death-bed repentance. In my present agony of body and distress of mind, I cannot seek God, but can only rest on him." Beautiful distinction! Blessed to him, who sought Him early, and had sought Him always, and had Him not now to seek! Awful to them, who have put off their search of Him, till anguish of body and confusion of mind discourage even the attempt! On the second day before his death, as I entered the room, he said, "my flesh and my heart fail me." I added, "but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever." He replied, "I trust so." He whispered to me his But strong desire to receive "the blessed Communion," as he called it; and proposed the afternoon. when the time came, he was unable, from the peculiar nature of his disease. He then expressed his gratitude, that he had received it within a month. On the day before he died, he was so much revived that he could hear me read a little, and joined with me most fervently in the Lord's Prayer; adding to the other portions of the Visitation Service, which I read, his loud "Amen." After this, he sunk again, till the night before his death. It was my privilege-and so I shall esteem it whilst I live—to spend the last hours of his life with him; watching by his bed-side, with her, to whom, with so many other blessings, I am in debt for this, that she brought us first together.' For three days and three nights, he had retained no sustenance, and never for one moment lost himself in sleep; being worn and harassed through that whole period with the most distressing symptoms of dissolution. But, as to the blessed Lord, so to his suffering servant, in his last agony, angels seemed to minister. While we stood by him, his painful symptoms gradually subsided, and he fell asleep. The brief oblivion of ten minutes refreshed him for the victory. He 'His mother was an elder sister of Mrs. Doane. awoke, comparatively bright and fresh; and expressed the possibility, though not the desire, of seeing another day. Soon, however, he began to sink, and spoke of an entire prostration of his strength. We saw that his time had come, and called for those whom he had desired to be with him, at the last. While this was done, as he lay serene and still, he calmly raised his right hand, then as cold as monumental marble, and traced on his brow, as cold, the sign of the blessed Cross. I understood the omen. He was retracing his baptismal sign. He was renewing his baptismal dedication. He was professing the Crucified, once more before the world. He was sealing himself for the sepulchre. He said no word; but all his countenance was peaceful, as if no trace of sickness or of death were on him. Immediately, I pronounced over him the Commendatory Benediction, "Unto God's gracious mercy and protection we commit thee. The Lord bless thee and keep thee. The Lord make his face to shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee. The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace." said distinctly, "Amen." I added, "Behold the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sin of the world.” He turned his eyes to heaven, and pointed to him, throned upon the clouds of glory. This was his latest gesture. Shortly after, when I said to him, in He |