»Z THE HEART's-EASE. 



was engaged in wrestling with God, for the wild 

 and wayward creatures around him. I am not 

 writing fiction : many a tear will bear witness that 

 I am not, when this page meets the eye of those 

 who laboured with him. Have we not seen the 

 smile of triumphant anticipation, against hope be- 

 lieving in hope, while, with one hand resting on a 

 slender pillar, and his eye taking in the whole 

 group, he led the children in their favourite hymn — 



' Jesus shall reign where'er the sun,' &c. 



Oh ! how did his tender and # compassionate heart 

 yearn over those little perishing creatures ! How 

 ardently did he, on their behalf, supplicate for that 

 display of healing power under which 



4 The weary find eternal rest, 

 And all the sons of want are blest.' 



That school was the dearest object of D 's 



solicitude ; it flourished under his hand — it drooped 

 at his departure ; it is struggling on, in a precarious 



existence now ; for who like D can plead and 



work for it. 



In the month of April, 1832, a dreadful fever 

 Was raging in our unhappy Irish district ; and 

 many perished, for want of attentions which it was 

 impossible to procure. Much was done by com- 

 passionate Christians, but few suspected the ex- 

 tent to which D carried his self-devotion. It 



was a time of much professional business, and he 

 could rarely leave his desk until late in the evening : 



