peaceful,
quiet Christian in the home circle; a zealous worker in the Church;
watchful in his business relations with the world, he looked the
very embodiment of peaceful repose in his last moments, and on his
earthly bed of sleeping rest--so life-like, too, that I dare not say
bed of death--as he breathed his last at 2.10 A.M., Saturday,
October 23d.

The expressions and sentiments of many who visited the house during
his sickness, and while lying in the casket (Roman Catholics,
believers, and unbelievers) were all in harmony with the idea that
"if ever a human being entered heaven, he had gone straight to that
realm of blissful repose."

But to go back just prior to his demise, when the doctor quietly
told us he could not live another day. We tried hard to be resigned
on that Friday night, feeling sure that the end was near. After the
meeting at the Church was dismissed, the minister came to the house
and remained with us until after midnight, obtaining from father
the words and signs that are precious as he passed away; the last
audible words to me being: "William, God bless you and your
family!"

In the history of _my_ mother's demise, I will briefly state that,
on Saturday night, October 23d, while father lay asleep in Jesus,
she went to the store, as was her life-long custom, with some
tracts, and to purchase a few things. On her return after coming
up-stairs she threw herself down upon the sofa with the words, "No
papa to come and carry up the basket for me to-night!" and there she
sat in deep affliction, as if her heart would break.

On Sabbath night, October 24th, when quite a number of people were
in the house, she very earnestly exhorted them in Christ Jesus,
allowing no one to pass unobserved. In turning to one young wife, I
heard her kindly urge, "Always be cheerful and happy; don't
discourage your husband by always complaining. He will also get
discouraged. That is what ruins many a happy home." Singular to
note, my mother had scarcely got through, when she, too, complained
of a pain in her side, remarking, "It is papa's pain."

On Monday morning she arose to eventually lie upon the sofa in an
unconscious state. The funeral services over father's remains were
to be observed in the Allen Street Presbyterian Church at 1 P.M.:
therefore the doctor came i