Mr. K. told me so, the passage is so easy." His wife said, "how will you behold the dear Lord Jesus when you come to glory!" He replied, "I shall behold him face to face." He then lay in a slumber; all around thought him dying as no pulsation could be perceived. He awoke in about twenty minutes afterwards, and said, "is Mr. Kennaway come;" it was answered, yes. "O my dear friend, how are you this morning, did you not tell me last night I was dying?" it was answered, "I did so." He said, "it could not be, it was too easy, it was too easy. What a mercy it is to be in Christ; O precious, precious Jesus! Now," said he, "I am believing, rejoicing, triumphant too."

There were ten or twelve of his Christian friends around his bed; he took each person by the hand, and wishing them well, said, "you see, my friends, I now am dying in the same faith I have always preached unto you, and I would not die in any other way for all the world. O keep close to Christ." When asked to take something to moisten his throat, he answered, "no, I do not want to delay the time of death," then with a smile he said, "come, Lord Jesus." He asked again," is this dying?" when some one answered, yes; he replied, "it cannot be, it is too good." Calling for his wife and children, he took his leave of them with the

utmost composure and serenity of mind, and submission to his Father's will. Observing them and all his other friends weeping, he said to his wife," my dear and precious wife, why do you weep; you should rejoice. Rely on the promises. God will never leave nor forsake you, all his promises are true and sure. Well, I am going from weeping friends to congratulating angels and rejoicing saints in heaven and glory. Blessed be God all is well".

He asked, "how much longer will it be before I gain my dismission?" it was answered, "not long." "Well," he observed, "here is nothing on earth I desire! here I am waiting! what a mercy to be in Jesus! he then threw abroad his arms and said, he is coming, he is coming! but surely this can't be death: O how astonishingly is the Lord softening my passage, surely, God is too good to such a worm! O speed thy chariot wheels, why are they so long in coming? I long to be gone." At length he exclaimed, as if beginning a sentence, "faith and hope:" these were his last words. About eleven o'clock in the morning, he lay down, and just before twelve, fell asleep in Jesus whom he so much loved.

Thus, like Stephen, amidst the pains of martyrdom, and the anticipation of heaven, he expired on the 14th of March, 1759, in the forty

second year of his age. On opening his will, it was found to contain, besides the disposal of his property, the following sentences.

"It is my will and desire that I be buried the fourth or fifth day after my decease, about one o'clock in the morning; that the time be kept secret from all but such as are hereafter mentioned, who are the only persons I desire may attend me to my last bed. My desire further is, that Mr. Thomas, Thomas Snook, William Parsons, Mr. Cade, Thomas Harford, and Robert Pine carry me to my grave. Let Mr. Varder be sent for to be with them at the time, and let him spend one half hour in prayer in my parlour, before they carry me away. At the grave I would have nothing said, but let them commit my flesh to the dust, in cheerful hope of a resurrection to eternal life; let them all be concerned to give me a joyful meeting at the great day.

"It is also my desire that my dear brother the Rev. Mr. Fawcett be sent for to preach my funeral sermon, about a month or six weeks after my decease, as it shall suit his own conveniency. I would not have him say a word in praise of me, but tell the people, that having loved them. I have loved them to the end, and as a proof of it have made choice of this word. Phil. iv. 1. "Therefore, my brethren, dearly beloved and longed for, my joy and crown, so stand fast in

the Lord, my dearly beloved:" it is my last and dying charge to them, praying and hoping that God will help my dear brother to carry home the exhortations upon their hearts, and that they will carefully attend to all the affectionate arguments with which the exhortation is urged. My further desire is, that the sermon be printed, and that my dear people would not fail to have each of them one, to be with them when they will see my face no more; and by which, though dead, I would be considered as speaking the most affectionately and tenderly to them. If my dear brother approves of it, I would have another edition of my "Scripture Marks" printed and stitched with my funeral sermon; principally on this account, that my dear people may the better remember the gospel I have preached, and what is that stedfastness in the faith I am concerned they may hold fast; as I write this, in my own apprehension, on my dying bed, they may believe when I say, I have no other view in all this but the good of their souls. Before this will be communicated, I shall be gone to my Judge, and I can and do rejoice that he is my Saviour. I have good hope through grace, and I have once more seriously tried the foundation of it, and I find it will stand in the prospect of eternity. I can, blessed be God, and I would not but I should for all the world, be able to

give a reason of the hope that is in me; and to my "Scripture Marks" I refer as the solid evidence of my interest in Christ, who in point of all dependance, love, and esteem, is and has been, for more than twenty years, my all in all. Adieu."

According to his request, his body was. opened, to ascertain the disorder of which he died. Five stones were found in the left kidney, which had been so inflamed that putrefaction had nearly consumed that organ. The parts contiguous having partaken of the inflammation betrayed the agony which he must have endured. The funeral was conducted according to Mr. Darracott's directions. But though he evidently designed to avoid attracting a crowd to his grave, the time could not be kept entirely secret, and immense multitudes attended at that early hour.

His request to Mr. Fawcett drew from him the following letter to Mrs. Darracott.

"Kidderminster, March, 21, 1759.

My very dear Mrs. Darracott,

"I am afflicted in all your affliction. My heart bleeds for you, and for your fatherless children. Nothing in the creature can repair your loss. The kindness of surviving mortals can never heal this breach. Wherewith shall I comfort you? Alas! it is not in me. I have