of the sick room; for the last part another sister took their place and watched alone with him through those ever-memorable hours into which R. Ddu crowded so many of his heart's yearnings for those whom he was about to leave. He spoke of the spiritual state of his brothers and sisters, discussing them one by one.
His grief at the loss of his sister Emily had been greatly intensified on account of its being impossible for him to be at her side when the last summons came, as he had promised to be. Speaking of his father, he said,—' My one desire for him now is that I might be near to help him when the hour comes for his departure' Speaking of his great physical weak- ness, he said 'Some men have such strong bodies that no amount of mental exertion can harm them.' 4 But you worked harder with your brains than your little body could stand,' said the sister at his bedside. 4 Yes, I did, admitted Richard. I did at one time toil for fame; my only desire now is to spend and be spent in the Master's service.' His sister loved to hear him talk, but feared it might be too exhaustive for him. After awhile he began again,—' I cannot tell how long or short a time I have to live, but I feel that weak that I might die right here with you before morning.' Then alluding to his sister Emily who had pre-deceased him, he said,—* I think I shall see Emily very soon; before another night, perhaps.'
Next day, however, his brother John, as usual, carried him in his arms downstairs, and placed him in the easy chair. After an early tea with the parents he sat dozing in the chair.
The watcher of the night before kept watching still. Seeing a change come over him, she said, ' Richard, you look so tired, had'nt you better go to
