428 John Bachman. 



cessations of breathing was longer than usual. I 

 went down and watched for a minute. The grand 

 spirit had departed asleep to the troubles of earth, 

 awake to the bliss of eternity ! 



Rev. Mr. Dosh, Mr. Henry Steinmeyer, and myself 

 robed him in the silk gown that the ladies of his con- 

 gregation had made him, and we bore him in our 

 arms to the drawing-room. He looks so placid, calm, 

 peaceful, beautiful, like a saint and he was a saint f 



All day long the people are coming how the^ 

 love him ! Old and young, rich and poor, refined 

 and rough all weep over him they kiss him and 

 call him father and friend. The love that this pure 

 spirit won from all who came in contact with him- 

 is wonderful. 



Wednesday. Crowds have been here to-day. Little 

 children asked to be lifted in our arms to kiss him* 

 A strong, -rough mechanic, with tears in his eyes, 

 kissed his brow and eyes. Clergymen of every de- 

 nomination have called. 



Rev. Dr. Girardeau came, and said : " Your 

 grandfather introduced me to the hospitals ; he took 

 -me into the wards, while he talked with ill and 

 dying men in their own tongues German, Dutch* 

 etc. I wondered how he could get through his pas- 

 toral duties, and yet find time to do so much in the 

 hospitals. I never saw a man as active as he in 

 every time of public calamity." 



Until late at night they came whites and col-; 

 ored every station was represented. Hundreds 

 said, " He baptized me." 



