A poor man, dying in an asylum, uttered these words; “My Saviour, my Saviour, my Saviour.” The master, a Christian man, often read portions of Scripture to him, and prayed for him, and talked to him, but got no response. As he was nearing his end the poor fellow was asked to signify, if only by a nod of the head, if he had heard, and understood what had just been said and read to him. Just before he passed away, he said three times over, “My Saviour.” We trust many of our readers can say this; can appropriate God’s gift to themselves; can accept Christ’s own love; and say with a joyful, grateful heart, “Who loved me, and gave Himself for me.”