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found, a plant which only grows there and in Wastdale. How he 

 enjoyed seeing it on my return to him, and had it at once despatched 

 for our Botanic Garden. Another day we drove to Wyclifie (the 

 home of the great Reformer), where we had been so hospitably 

 entertained by the Rector on a previous occasion {see Journal, Sept., 

 1881). One drive we took to the Great Hury Waterworks in 

 . Baldersdale, whence the towns of Stockton and Middlesborough are 

 supplied. On our return home, three happy days were spent in 

 York, under the roof of the widow of his dear and valued friend, 

 Mr. James Backhouse. It was delightful to share his enjoyment of 

 her lovely private gardens and plantations, Avhere RuU and Erica 

 vagans furnished untold pleasure. On Sept. 14 he safely reached 

 Cambridge, not travelling as an invalid, but able for an ordinary 

 first class carriage, thus proving what benefit had been gained by a 

 sojourn in the bracing air of Yorkshire Dales. 



All through the winter — which it will be remembered was very 

 severe — he was wonderfully well, kept from all cold or exposure ; 

 and in the enjoyment of the society of valued friends, and a wide 

 range of literature, including records of Missionary work in all 

 lands, his mind vigorous and bright, his heart in ever-unbroken 

 fellowship with his Lord, that last earthly winter and spring were 

 spent. It had been again definitely urged by his medical adviser 

 that we should find a suitable scene of rest and refreshment for 

 some of the hotter weeks of July and August. All had been 

 arranged to meet this wish, and a choice spot had been found in 

 sweet Annandale, when, very suddenly — on May 25 — the gentle 

 summons came, which only too surely seemed to tell of the possi- 

 bility of another journey for him. In the early morning of July 

 22nd, 1895, the weakness and suff'ering of earth were exchanged for 

 a sight of Him whom having not seen he loved. 



Not here .... but yonder 



At his Saviour's side 



Eehold him now, in glory glorified ! 



Death is behind ! and on the shining shore 



Which never hears the wild waves distant roar, 



He stands with Christ. 



And we would not, had we e'en the power, 



Expose that precious soul for one short hour, 



To breast the billows, and to feel the lash 



Of angry waters. 



We would rather strive in heart to rise 



And dwell with him beneath unclouded skies, 



And with him sing the blessed song of Heaven, 



Jehovah glorified, and man forgiven. 

 " I heard a voice from Heaven, saying unto me. Write, Blessed are 



the dead which die in the Lord yea, saith the Spirit, that they 



may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them." 



A. M. B. 



