liarly applicable to the occasion-"Verily I say unto you, I will no more drink of this fruit of the vine, until I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom." We all felt convinced, that when next we met at such a celebration, it would be in the "general assembly and church of the firstborn" above. At the close of the service, the well-known hymn of Toplady's was sung, "Rock of Ages," to which Dr. G. always listened with great interest. Most fully did he respond to the sentiment of the third verse

"In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling:
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Leprous, to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die."

And the last verse was felt to be especially appropriate to his present circumstances

"While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee."

Another hymn in which he was much interested, and which he requested might be frequently read to him, was one of Newton's-" What think ye of Christ?" to the last verse of which he frequently referred as expressing his own feelings :

"If asked, what of Jesus I think,
Though still my best thoughts are but poor,
I say-He's my meat and my drink,
My life and my strength and my store;
My shepherd, my husband, my friend,
My Saviour from sin and from thrall;
My hope from beginning to end,
My portion, my Lord, and my all."

While lying in a state of much exhaustion, he suddenly and earnestly asked for a cushion. We thought he wanted it to raise his head a little higher, but to our surprise he said, “For dear aunt to lean on;" having noticed that his beloved sister-in-law was uncomfortably seated and appeared fatigued. So considerate was he, to the very last, of the convenience of others.

As the night advanced, his pulse became so feeble that it was thought he would not survive till the morning. Yet, in all the intervals of dozing, he requested that hymns and passages of Scripture might be read, frequently uttering an expression of pleasure, and requesting that a mark should be placed in the margin of whatever specially interested him. Monday, 5. Contrary to all expectation, he On awaking, he asked for something to be read to him on the subject of the crucifixion. He could now speak but very little, though he was never weary with listening to conversation or reading on those subjects which occupied his thoughts. What he said was chiefly responsive,

still survived.

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and very brief. The following will serve as a specimen :-"Is Jesus precious to you now?"—"O yes!" "You won't be wearied of singing his praises in heaven ?"-"No! I shan't!" "You are clothed with that white robe ?". any fear now?"-"Not the slightest!" "Human reason and goodness, as a foundation, would give way at a time like this."-"It would indeed.' "Though you are going to a better Friend, you love us still?" Looking round very affectionately at us all, he fixed his eyes on his wife, and said, "My dear one!" and then, holding his daughter's hand, he added, "My darling child!" After this, Mrs J. V. H. taking leave of him for a few hours, he requested that his right hand might be lifted from under the bed-clothes. This was done hastily, from a fear that the position of the arm might be giving him pain, but his object was to clasp her hand, which he did very affectionately, saying, “You'll not forget it." Then he added, "I am a marvellous illustration of His goodness!"

He complained of his memory failing, and of double vision. It was very distressing to witness his extreme exhaustion. He was now unable to turn himself, nor could he be moved for the bed to be made. As we stood beside him, thinking his end was at hand, he said very tenderly to his daughter, "My darling child!" She replied, "O papa, what can we do without you?" Dr. G.

"Trust in the Saviour!" He then requested some of those around him to seek repose, saying, "The living must not kill themselves for the dead."

Tuesday, 6. He was again much revived. Several friends called to see him, though he was unable to speak to them, except in monosyllables.

The following poem of Herbert's drew from him strong expressions of pleasure. He requested that it might be marked for further reference :

A PARADOX.

THE WORSE THE BETTER.

"Welcome mine health: this sickness makes me well.
Medicines, adieu !

When with diseases I have list to dwell,
I'll wish for you.

"Welcome my strength: this weakness makes me able.
Powers, adieu!

When I'm weary grown of standing stable,
I'll wish for you.

"Welcome my wealth: this loss hath gained me more.
Riches, adieu!

When I again grow weary to be poor,
I'll wish for you.

"Welcome my credit: this disgrace is glory. Honours, adieu !

When for renown and fame I shall be sorry,

I'll wish for you.

"Welcome content: this sorrow is my joy.
Pleasures, adieu !

When I desire such gifts as may annoy,
I'll wish for you.

"Health, strength, and riches, credit and content,
Are spared best sometimes when they are spent ;
Sickness and weakness, loss, disgrace, and sorrow,
Lend most sometimes, when they seem most to borrow.
Blest be that hand, that helps by hurting, gives
By taking, by forsaking me relieves.

If in my fall my rising be Thy will,
Lord, I will say, The worse be better still.
I'll speak the Paradox, maintain Thou it,
And let Thy grace supply my want of wit,

Leave me no learning that a man may see,
So I may be a scholar unto Thee."

In the afternoon, by his request, his favourite chants, "Behold, I show you a mystery," and "The Lord is my shepherd," with the beautiful hymn, "There is a happy land," all so peculiarly suited to his circumstances, were sung in an adjoining room, that, mellowed by distance, the sound might be the better suited to his debilitated condition.

Mrs. G.-"You are very weak, but are you able, notwithstanding this debility, to take pleasure in thinking of Christ?" Dr. G.-"O yes!" Mrs. G.— "Jesus can make a dying bed feel soft as downy pillows are,' and that's true in your case." Dr. G.— "Yes, indeed!" Sir W. L.-"You've no anxietyno fear?" Dr. G., emphatically." None !"