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of the letter of scripture, I beheld with astonish- 

 ment the bible written, as it were on his heart and 

 brain. Not only his ideas, but his expressions, 

 as far as they went, were those of scripture ; and 

 none who conversed with him could believe without 

 close investigation that he was so unacquainted 

 with the written word. When tempted to any 

 thing covetous or mercenary, he would fight 

 against the feeling, saying, ■ No, no : Judas love 

 money — devil loves money — Jesus Christ not love 

 money — Jack know, money bad.' I had of course 

 brought him intimately acquainted with all the his- 

 tory of our blessed Lord , but it was God who 

 made the spiritual application. 



It was a sweet season when first the dumb boy 

 commemorated, at the Lord's table, that dying love 

 which continually occupied his thoughts. A sea- 

 son never to be forgotten. A young country- 

 man of his for whom he was deeply interested, 

 had, after a long conflict, renounced popery ; and 

 earnestly desired to partake with us the blessed 

 ordinance. Consumption had been preying on 

 Jack for many months, though he lived a year 

 longer, and his pale face, and slender delicate figure, 

 formed a touching contrast to the stout ruddy young 

 soldier who knelt beside him. The latter evinced 

 much emotion ; but there was all the serenity, all 

 the smiling loveliness of a clear summer sky on 

 the countenance of Jack. I asked him afterwards 



