CHAPTER XXVIII. 

 The Close of Life. 



From johx haskell's diary — from dr. wightman — dr. a. r. 

 rude— j. f. ficken, esq. — memorial services — lines by 

 prof. w. j. rivers— bachman endowment fund— mural 



TABLET IN ST. JOHn's CHURCH. 



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ROM John HaskeWs Journal: 



Tluirsday, February r2th, 1874. I went to my 

 grandfather's chamber at 8 P^. M. He was seated in 

 his large arm-chair, where, at his request, he had 

 been phiced at 4 A. M. I spoke to him but he did 

 not answer. We saw that he had been stricken 

 anew with paralysis. 



Friday and Saturday. He remains in a complete 

 lethargy. 



Sunday 15th. This morning grandfother revived ; 

 his physicians pronounce that though the attack is 

 over, he lias not the strength to rally fro^i it. 



Miss Maria H., (the late Mrs. R. G. Chisolm) was 

 with us, she sang '' Gentlj/, Lord, gently lead us,'' and 

 we joined in — as the singers sang hymn after hymn, 

 he would say, " slny, yes, sing.'' It was a solemn and 

 toucliing scene, and we were all moved to tears. I 

 asked " Shall I read the Psalms ?" He answered 

 "Yes! " I read the XCIst— " He that dwelleth in the 

 secret place of the Most High,, shall abide under the 

 sJiadow of the Almighty :" and the last chapters from 



