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The attitude of his mind was heavenly ; and only in the face of 

 God, as a Father in Christ, could he enjoy the marvels of nature. 

 The psalm was often on his lips, " Thy works are great, sought 

 out of all them that have pleasure therein.'*' 



About this time (May, 1877), I was paying a visit to a relative in 

 Somersetshire, and in an evening walk found a spot in a lane 

 where were a number of glow-worms, some of which I sent home. 

 He put them on some grass in the garden, and in his next letter 

 he asks me to send him some more. He says, " Can you not per- 

 suade your cousin or some gentleman to go with you a night walk, 

 and get some more glow-worms, for I think I can keep them lumi- 

 nous for some while? You ask what they are ? Glow-worms are 

 beetles ; but the female sex has neither wings nor wing-sheaths, 

 and it is the female alone that is luminous. They belong to a 

 family of the great class Beetles (Coleoptera), which are remark- 

 ably soft-bodied all their life. The cantharides or blister-flies 

 belong to the same family. There is scarcely any visible differ- 

 ence in form between the grub and the perfected female \ the 

 male, however, has large, but flexible, parchment-like wing-cases. 

 In most of the foreign species (there are many in Jamaica, for 

 example) both sexes are luminous." Having lived in Jamaica 

 so long begat in him the love for animal and insect life, as also 

 vegetable life in the tropics. 



Before he went to Jamaica he met with some dear friends, 

 in intercourse with whom, as previously related in the former 

 part of this life, his religious views underwent an entire change. 

 He speaks of them in a late letter to Mr. George Pearce, now 

 engaged with his wife in missionary labour in the north of Africa : 

 " It is always pleasant to receive a letter from you, and with you 

 to go back along the memories of more than forty years, to 

 those happy days, so loaded with blessing for rny whole life since, 

 when we met, a loving and happy band, around the table of dear 

 W. Berger and his wife M. Berger in Wells Street night after 

 night, while the Holy Ghost poured into our receptive hearts ' the 

 testimony of Jesus,' and began at last to make ' the word of the 

 Christ to dwell in us richly in all wisdom.' A few weeks ago our 

 beloved and bereaved brother, W. Berger, kindly came down on 

 purpose to stay a few days with us, to renew that happy intercourse 

 which is ever vivid with myself." 



