306 LETTERS FROM THE REV. G. H. NOBBS. 
entirely resign himself to the providential dis- 
pensations of his heavenly Father, as to make the 
exemplary words of his suffering and acquiescent 
Saviour the frequent and earnest theme of his 
aspirations, — f Not my will, but Thine be done/ 
Vv ere not these sweet words for an earthly parent 
to listen to? I found them unspeakably so. 
Such unwavering confidence, with eternity in 
view, strengthens me amidst this temporal be- 
reavement to exclaim, ' Bless the Lord, O my 
soul ; and all that is within me bless his holy 
name. 1 
" Three weeks after fhe demise of my son, 
death made another inroad among us. A little 
boy, ten years of age, son of my wife's sister, 
Maria Quintal, pierced his foot with a barbed 
arrow (used for taking fish from the holes 
of the rocks), which induced tetanus ; and in 
forty -teight hours after the terrible disease had 
commenced, his happy spirit fled to the realms 
of bliss. During the intervals of the violent 
spasmodic constrictions of the suffering body, the 
dear child would speak of his blessed Saviour, 
and ask Him to take him to be with those whom 
He took in his arms when on earth. The 
patient sufferer was aware that he could not 
recover : still he never expressed the least fear 
of death. At the time of his departure, I was 
praying with him, his parents and several other 
persons kneeling around his bed, when he gave 
a slight shudder, and exclaimed in a clear and 
audible voice, Lord Jesus, receive my spirit ! ' 
And then went to see Him as He is. 
"But one fortnight had elapsed from this 
