out at his window, and immediately complained of a difficulty in breathing; and at 3 o'clock Sunday morning, he leaned his head on his Saviour's bosom, and breathed his life out sweetly there. Peace to his mortal remains, until reanimated by the voice of the Archangel and the trump of God.
The task of friendship done to the memory of our deceased brother, I shall conclude in a few words to his dear relatives. And here, my duty is easy. I have only to point you, my dear friends, to the consoling ingredients with which your cup is mixed. You are taught by the holy apostle, St. Paul, not to be sorry as men without hope for those who sleep in Jesus. For the comfort of the bereaved and disconsolate, a voice from heaven proclaimed:—"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord: even so saith the Spirit: for they rest from their labors." I know it would have added to your consoling thoughts, if your hands had administered
