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that he would live to do many more years work in 
Congo. VVe said we could not spare him yet, and he 
must hope for continued life and usefulness. He 
replied he did not want to die ; he would like to live 
a long, long time. His experience was perhaps use- 
ful to the Mission ; but, he said, we must not look at 
the matter in that way. What was the Father s will ? 
That must be our first consideration. He then 
dropped off to sleep, and the next morning was much 
better. During his sleep he repeated three lines of a 
hymn as follows : — 
‘‘O Christ, Thou art the Fountain, 
The deep well-spring of love, 
The springs of earth IVe tasted — ■ 
I did not catch the last line ; I took notes of my 
brother’s words at once.” 
Such was the esteem in which Mr. Comber was 
held, that the captain kindly ran his vessel into the 
Mayumba Bay, some two hundred miles north of the 
Congo River, thus giving opportunity for burial on 
shore. Mr. Scrivener conducted a short service ; the 
captain, doctor, and many of the crew and passengers 
being present to express their sincere esteem and 
sorrow. 
When the distressing news reached this country, 
many hearts beside those of his , relatives were bowed 
down with grief. Not only does this blow fall on 
us,” wrote Mr. Grenfell, his intimate colleague of ten 
years, “who have lost a loving-hearted friend, and 
devoted fellow-worker, who was ever ready to sacrifice 
himself, and whose charity never failed, but you will 
remember, as I do, the heaviness and bitterness that 
this stroke will bring to the hearts of dear relatives, 
and a wide circle of very affectionate friends.” 
At their next monthly meeting, the Committee of 
the Society sorrowfully recorded their keen sense of 
the heavy loss the Mission had sustained. “ The 
Committee,” we quote from the official minutes, 
