This Obituary was a newspaper article, and has some inaccuracies in it.
James Buchanan Dunlop
A man of God was James Buchan an Dunlop, who: died at Toronto' on July 1St, at the age of 88 years from a paralytic stroke. Mr. Dunlop was born in Scotland and a short time ago buried his wife, who was Mary Joyce. For many years this happy couple lived on the Scotch Line and went about the country doing good. Mr. Dunlop was a captain, having earned 'the rank, but he never used the title.' He was born in Scotland 88 years ago, and at an early age he was sent to India with hiss regiment. Returning to England he was sent 'to Canada; Where he was closely associated With the Lord. Adelbert Ceoil, whose life and piety made their deep impression upon him, states a gentleman who was closely connected with Mr. Dunlop, with the result that after deep exercise he was converted to God and began at once to preach the gospel. These two devoted servants of 'the Lord in order to have more' liberty for the final service of Christ resigned their commissions, and abandoning all earthly prospects and preferments went about the towns and villages of Canada living, among the Indians, and in the dwellings of the 'poor in order to "warn every man" and to; "teach every man" the wonderful' love of Christ in dying for sinners, and the virtue of His precious 'blood to put away sin. Only last autumn Mr. Dunlop, at his great age went, to the West Indies alone and lived' among the colored folk for some months. On his return it was quite evident that the hardship of the winter had told severely' on him, and while continuing until the very last to tell the story of the Savior's: love, it was felt that he would not long move about among those 'Who admired and respected him. About two weeks ago he suffered a severe stroke while preaching, but almost immediately 'Continued his address. This was the beginning of the end, and last Lord's Day, July 1St, he went to be With the One Whom he so dearly loved, and faithfully served. His body was brought to Perth, where he began preaching about fifty-seven years ago, and buried in the Scotch Line graveyard; not fat from the little cottage where he had spent many hippy, days, with his lovely Christian wife, who was taken from him About a' Year ago, returning often wearied for a little rest before starting again perhaps on an immigrant train to the North West or to some remote, and neglected place to proclaim "the unsearchable riches of Christ." Below is a copy of a hymn which he requested should be read to him, shortly before he went to 'be with the Lord:—
The hour of my departure’s come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord! Let trouble cease,
And let Thy servant, die In peace.
The race appointed. I' have run;.
The combat’s o’er the prize is won
And now my witness is on high.
And now my records in the sky.
Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before Thee In the dust;
And through 'My Savior's blood alone,
I look for mercy at Thy throne.
I leave the world without a tear
Save for the friends I hold so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord descend
And to the friendless prove a friend.
I 'come I. come at Thy Command,
I give my spirit to Thy hand;
Stretch forth Thine everlasting arms
And shield me in the last alarms.
The hour of my departure's come;
I hear the voice that calls me home,
Now, Oh my Lord! let trouble cease
Now let-Thy servant die in peace
The funeral took place on Tus. July 3 day, from the: residence of Mr. Ralph Dodds, of Scotch Line to the Scotch Line cemetery Among relatives from a distance were Mr. Reid; a nephew from; Toronto. Mr. J. S. McDowell preached the funeral sermon.