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foeantiful Lauristin¥s, row spreading its wide 

 arms over the border, and supplying the vacant 

 places of many withered flowers. Very lately, I 

 asked of a dear friend, from the remote corner 

 where this aged servant of God had been station- 

 ed, how our valued brother was prospering? The 

 reply was startling, because unexpected : it elicited 

 some tears, but they were not those of grief, — 

 * Six months ago, he departed to his Lord. 1 

 « I have been a sad egotist throughout these pa- 

 pers ; and much am I tempted to mix a deal of 

 self in this. But with such a subject before me, I 

 must forbear ; only stating, that it was the privilege 

 of this gracious old man to water the good seed, 

 sown by another beloved hand, in the heart of my 

 brother : that it was his to remove all my doubts 

 and fears on the subject : and that the most trying 

 event of my whole life became the means of bring- 

 ing me acquainted with one whose conversation 

 was more peculiarly in heaven, and his spirit more 

 tinged with the joy of him who knows the blessed 

 ness of his future mansion, than that of almost any 

 one whom I have met with. 



The sphere of his labour was in a remote part 

 of Ireland. And here I must beg my reader to 

 remark something which I find it very difficult to 

 establish, that I am not a native of Ireland. Eng- 

 lish by birth and education, and doubly English by 

 deeply-rooted prejudice, I first visited Ireland, 



