Sadly altered was the poor worn-out body, pillowed in an easy chair, but his spirit rejoicing in his much-loved Lord. He said, " Two months ago, when I felt this sickness was unto death, I asked Him to reveal Himself to me in increased loveliness and nearness.-He did, He filled me with Himself-I know the blood has done its blessed, blessed work for my soul; it is His love, His beauty, His perfection, that fill my heart and vision." He then spoke of feeling a little better that day " But, all! that is no pleasure to me." Then, clasping his dear, thin hands together, he said, while tears flowed down his face, " My precious Lord Jesus, Thou knowest how fully I can say with Paul, to depart and be with Thee is far better! Oh how far better! I do long for it! They come and talk to me of a crown of glory—I bid them cease; of the glory of heaven—I bid them stop. I am not wanting crowns.—I have HIMSELF! HIMSELF. I am going to be with HIMSELF: Ah! with the Man of Sychar; with Him who stayed to call Zaccheus; with the Man of the 8th of John; with the Man who hung upon the cross,; with the Man who died; Oh! to be with Him before the glories, the crowns or the kingdom appear! It's wonderful—wonderful!—with the Man of Sychar alone; the Man of the gate of the city of Nain! and I am going to be with Him forever! exchange this sad, sad scene, which cast Him out, for His presence. Oh! the Man of Sychar! "