THE heart's-ease. 59 



The mid-day hour was devoted to a meal a3 

 frugal as his breakfast. ' Those late dinners,' he 

 once said, ' are thieves. They steal away one's 

 time, and energy, and usefulness. I am naturally 

 luxurious ; and should be the laziest dog on earth, 

 if I treated myself to a full meal at that hour.' Ac- 

 cordingly, when others repaired to the dinner table, 



D was on foot for some expedition fraught 



with usefulness ; most happy when, on those 

 evenings devoted to public worship, he could win 

 some thoughtless youth to sit with him. beneath 

 the ministry of his beloved pastor — the pastor 

 who had for five years been building him up on 

 his most holy faith, while he himself drew many 



rich streams of spiritual thought from D , in 



the intercourse of that friendship which linked 

 them in the closest brotherhood. Very lovely and 

 pleasant were those kindred spirits in their lives, 

 and in death they were scarcely divided. A few 

 months only intervened, ere Howels followed his 

 beloved companion, to join in his new song before 

 the throne of the Lamb. 



In his perpetual renunciation of self, there was 

 a singular judgment, a striking discrimination in 



D 's method of laying himself out for the 



benefit of otlisrs. To please was his delight ; but 

 never did he lose sight of that neglected rule of 

 " pleasnig his neighbour to edification." His spirits 

 were light, and his temper joyous in the extreme. 



