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well of the water of life, that I may begin the song before I go off to the Church triumphant! I go forth in thy name, making mention of thy righteousness, even thine only. I die at the feet of mercy.’ Then, stretching out bis arms, he put his hand upon his head, and with the most serene and steady, majestic eye Ii ever saw, looking upward, he said, ‘Crowns of grace, crowns of grace, and palms in their hands! O Lord God of truth, into thy hands I commend my spirit After an unexpected revival, he said, ‘O, I fear his tarrying, lest the prospect become more dark. I sometimes fear he may spare me to live, and be less faithful than he has helped me to be hitherto.’ He says to me, ‘ You that are ministers, bear a proper testimony against the professors of this age, who have a form of godliness without the power.’ Observing some of his people about his bed, he said, ‘May I have some seals among you! O where wilt the ungodly and sinners of Bathgate appear? Labour all to be in Christ.’ ‘Then he stretched out his hand to several, and said, ‘ Farewell, farewell, farewell! And now, O Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee!’ Once or twice he said, ‘ Let me be laid across the bed to expire, where I have sometimes prayed, and sometimes meditated with pleasure. He éxpressed his grateful sense of the assiduous care which Mr. Wardrobe, of ‘Cult, had taken of him; and on his replying, ‘Too much could not be done for so valuable a life,’ he said, ‘O speak not so, or you will provoke God! Glory be to God, that I have ever had any regard paid me, for Christ’s sake!’ I am greatly sunk under the event. O help me, by your prayers, to get the proper submission and improvement !” Thur. June 3.--I received a remarkable letter from a clergyman, with whom I had been a day or two before. Part of it ran thus :-- “J had the following account from the gentlewoman herself, a person of piety and veracity. She is now the wife of Mr. J B , silversmith, in Cork: