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that such sweating was quite phemmtrcrl, and our hopesprang up afresh. We thought, " Maybe God is workkgthe miracle that alone can save him ! Our God can cowonderful things, and it might be that His glory mill bebest served by sparing this useful life yet a littIe longer 1''All Monday night he suffered acutely and wits most re&-less ; but twenty-four hours slipped past and still ielingered. Nevertheless .the surgeon denied us all hope.The news of the doctor's very serious condition wasquickly circulated among the anxious brethren, and, ;Ja11 loved him very dearly, mach sorrow and grief we^adened.Tuesday was a long day of waiting and pain. SistaGrace and I now and then saw him, but as he exhaustelhimself in eking to manifest hi love for us, and especiallrfor his dear wife, by giving us parting exhortations thtrust in God, and comfort our hearts in the Itnowledge thatwe must soon meet again, we felt it neamaq to leavehim in quietness. To witness his distress of body wasexceedingly painful. The upturned appealing glance, thesuddea helpless movement of his hands, betokened thathis sufferings were great, and told that in the midst of themhis soul made supplication to its God. We prayed withoutceasing.Ia the evening we were greatly relieved on learning thatmorphia was to be injected ; we hoped he would now getsleep.That night his sons, Jack and Stanley, knelt in praprwith their mother and myself. Our hearts rejoiced tohcar the lads pray aloud. The elder !I7 of age)told the Lord that he knew his father did not desire" earthly blessings," and he would not ask for his life tobe spared, but besought God to alleviate the pain as faras possible, that " father might get some sleep." Heended with the pathetic a p that his mother might bestrengthcncrl to bear up, hecause you know, Father. if