HE was a moral man, but extremely covetous. He had great possessions and extensive property, but spent sparingly on himself and still less for the comfort of the poor. My friend, hearing he was dangerously ill, paid him a visit, which was so kindly taken that he was induced to repeat it. My friend found him in a state of absolute despair, for he was dying in peculiar ‘horror, his hands clasped, his countenance betraying the awful agony of his mind. He looked up and said, “Sir, I now know I am sick, and have done no good with my wealth. The thought of this causes me the terror of mind I now feel I” After this death seized him, and he spoke no more.