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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 liis 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 



•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 peri •'• H, for want of attentions which it was 

 impossible to procure. Much was done by com- 

 passionate Christians, but few susj)ccted the ex- 

 tent to which 1) carried his self-devotion. It 



was a time of much professional business, and he 

 could rarely leave his desk until late in the evening : 



