THE LAURISTINUS. 139 



beautiful Lauristin¥s, now 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.' 



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; onty 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, 



