head and waved his hand, as if in farewell to his listeners.

'It was seven o'clock in the evening when my brother saw the end
was not far off, and at once we sent for all the other members of
the Mission that all might watch with him in this last solemn hour.
He was unconscious the whole time, and his breathing laboured.

'The two doctors battled for an hour and a half to keep off Death's
fatal grasp, but to no purpose: the Lord wanted His faithful
worker, and we could not keep him, though we wanted him much, and
knew that Willie and Jimmie in England needed him more.

'Gradually the breathing became quieter and quieter, till at last,
about 9.30, he just closed his eyes and "fell asleep," with the
peace of Heaven resting on his face.'

In a letter sent by Dr. Roberts to Dr. Smith, who was then in England, a
few further particulars are given.

'He preached one Sunday evening a very solemn sermon on "Examine
yourself," and no one can soon forget the way he preached. During
the annual meetings he was extra busy. Everyone remarked what a
good chairman he made, and in the devotional meetings from 9 to
9.30 A.M. he was always ready to lead in prayer or speak a few
words. Freshness, to the point, and to the heart--characterised all
he did or said. In the evenings he conducted services for the
native preachers present at the annual gathering, and to these
meetings he took one foreigner each night to assist in the
speaking.

'It was at the close of this busy week, when tired out, that he got
the fever which eventually carried him home. The fever was very
irregular in type, but after some days I felt it was an exceptional
type of typhus fever. Great weakness of the heart was a
characteristic feature all through his case, and but for this sad
complication I believe he would have been alive to-day. Weak action
of the heart was an old enemy of his. For the first week of his
illness he did not feel very poorly, and we had many chats
together, and some prayer and reading of God's Word every night
nearly. But in the second week his temperature went up to 106 deg.,
and, though it came down under anti-pyretics, he seemed never to
regain his former ground. His mind became more and more clouded.
Parker took the night nursing, my sister the day, and I sat with