In the afternoon, he suffered considerable pain, and was evidently much worse. As his family were standing round his bed in much distress, he said, "Don't grieve for me. I feel I could not murmur again. Talk about my blessed Redeemer. His marked kindness to me has been so great. Philosophy do this for me? Absurd! This gives me peace, to hear him say, 'Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.””

Mr. and Mrs. J. V. H. arriving unexpectedly in the evening, from Maidstone, that they might have the melancholy pleasure of bidding him farewell, the following conversation took place :

Dr. G.-"How kind to come and see so unworthy a creature!”

Mr. H.-"You are a monument of mercy."

Dr. G.-"I am indeed; I am as black as sin can make me."

Mr. H.-"We grieve to lose you; but the will of God must be done."

Dr. G.-"That is what you must say—what I say, every hour."

Mr. H.-"We ought not only to submit to, but acquiesce in, His will."

Dr. G., very earnestly.-"I love it."

Mr. H.-"Don't let me weary you, but I love to talk of the grace of God."

Dr. G.-"I should like to hear it talked of from morning to night."

Mr. H. "I am afraid of exciting you."

Dr. G.-"It does not excite me. I love it. I have had a joy and a peace which I did not know existed. And how did I get it? There's the kindness, the blessing! No clouds, no doubts, no fears,-peace unbroken. I am a marvellous instance of the gracious interposition of a kind God. If He sought me when I did not seek Him, why should I doubt, now I have gone to Him? O that magnificent book!"

N. "The wise cannot understand it, but only the fool and the babe."

Dr. G.-"Human wisdom is folly, folly! though I once did not think so. I have felt my degradation and my black wickedness, but He has forgiven me, and washed me!”

Mr. H.-"What a blessing that He has forgiven us all trespasses!' They alone know this peace who have tasted it. You have."

Dr. G.-"I have indeed. If such an impossibility could take place as that I should be restored, nothing could give me the least trouble. I do not think fear of any kind could ever enter my breast. Had I no other evidence than my own feelings of the truth of Christianity, it would be sufficient. If all the world were anti-Christian, I should be a Christian."

Mr. H.-"This confidence is from God. Not all the books you have read could have given it."

Mr. H.-"I remember once thinking it folly to talk of being born again. We knew not what it meant."

Dr. G.-" But we know now. It is the strong conviction of the truth of Christianity which gives me peace and blessedness. It has so changed my whole nature. This is the evidence."

N.-"John Newton, when entangled by scepticism, resolved to test the truth of Christianity by seeking the Divine influence promised in answer to prayer, arguing that if the religion were true, the result of such seeking would be an evidence of it." Dr. G.-"That is the argument which weighs with me. No mere reason of man could have written that book. Reason may find fault with it, but could not have made it. Oh, it is a book! read every word of it, and believe it just as it is."

On taking leave for the night, he said, "Let me see a great deal of you. Constant talk of my blessed Saviour will be my greatest happiness."

Mr. H.-"How blessed it is to feel a thrill of joy within at the name of Jesus!"

Dr. G.-"To know it in the head is not to know it."

Mr. H.-"I have been called mad because I love Christ, and delight to talk of him continually." Dr. G.- "I wish all the world were mad. My

blessed Saviour is always with me."

He was much fatigued by this conversation, the last of any length in which he was able to take part. The time of his departure was evidently near, and though he suffered no violent pain, seasons of distressing and alarming exhaustion became so frequent, that almost every hour was expected to be his last.

Saturday, 3. His faculty of observation continued to be so keen, that on awaking this morning, he noticed that a vase on the mantelpiece at the extremity of the room was not exactly even with the corresponding one, and desired that it might be arranged properly. He shaved himself with a little assistance, and settled a few accounts. He said, at different times, "What set of men could have written a book so adapted to our wants as the Bible, unless they had been taught by God?—It must be felt in the heart, and not merely understood in the head.—I did think mine a hard lot, but since this came to me I have deeply repented of that wickedness, and thought it a blessed lot. The Lord knew what he was doing with me.-It is only having Christ with me that takes away my fear; what a blessed thing to have Him for your Friend and Brother!—I have much to say, but I cannot speak. Tell them what God has done for me." In the afternoon, he was so exhausted as to appear on the point of death. To the remark, "You are going home," he responded, "I feel at home already."

Then at intervals he added, "What great things the Lord has done for me!-I love Him, and why? Because of his love to me.-O what a book it is, meeting you at all points, adapted to all conditions!" It being observed that his learning and wisdom could not have taught him this, he replied, "O my wisdom! a poor, degraded, wicked, ignorant, foolish child!” A fear being expressed, that, though able to say very little himself, so much conversation carried on by others at his bedside would exhaust him, he said, "No, it does not it strengthens me-it invigorates me!"