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life, he remarked to a lady near him, There is something above pain. In his last mortal agony, he said, with holy assurance, The Lord will help mè.' Help came from above. Towards morning his sufferings grew less. We were not aware that he was so near his end, nor do we think that he was at all conscious that his earthly race was so nearly run, and that the glories of the spirit world were so soon to burst upon his soul. A short time before he breathed his last, I think he ceased to suffer. He who 'giveth his beloved sleep' was with him. The light of God's countenance shone on him—a blissful smile lighted up his face—he was at rest. Said one that knew and loved him,

now an angel, very near the throne.'”

"Servant of Christ well done,

Rest from thy loved employ;

your father is

The battle's fought, the victory's won,
Enter your Master's joy."

REV. CHESTER LYON.

"Ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake."

Chester Lyon was a native of Waterbury, Vt. With his early history and character, the writer is unacquainted.

When about eighteen years of age, he was made a partaker of justifying grace at a camp-meeting. For a number of years previous to his entering upon the work of the ministry, he was a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church in his native town. He was then, as ever after, a zealous, devoted, warm-hearted Christian.

In 1836 he was licensed to preach; in 1839 he was

admitted on t trial into the Troy Conference, and in due time he graduated to elder's orders. The places in which his ministerial labors were performed were as follows: Wallingford, Vt., in 1839; Peru, N. Y., in 1840; Elizabethtown, in 1841; Grand Isle, in 1842; North Hero, in 1843; Redford, in 1844; Wilmington, in 1845; Fairfax, Vt., in 1846; Schroon, N. Y., in 1847–8.

While at Schroon he became acquainted with the morally destitute condition of some back settlements upon the head waters of the Hudson river, including the Adirondack Iron Works, and spreading over an almost unbroken wilderness. In behalf of these scattered sheep, Mr. Lyons' sympathies became enlisted, and at his instigation a mission was formed in that region. With true magnanimity he volunteered his services for this field, which from the nature of the case he well knew must involve serious privations and inconveniences. At the conference of 1849, he received his appointment to what was called the Adirondack mission, and entered upon his work with his usual cheerfulness and zeal. He was reappointed to that place in 1850, and was full of hope that this wilderness would blossom as the rose. The tokens of the divine favor were beginning to be manifest, when sickness and death deprived that people of the ministrations of one of the most faithful laborers in the Lord's vineyard.

Mr. Lyon was afflicted with erysipelas and some other difficulties, indicating a generally disordered state of the system, and lingered along for some time in a feeble condition, which was not considered immediately dangerous. While in this state, having no special reason to anticipate the near approach of death, he one day entered into a free conversation with his wife upon his affairs; remarking that they were remote from any medical aid; he had lingered along for a good while

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and could not tell what might happen." Under these impressions he gave directions as to the disposition of his temporal affairs, in case he should be taken away. He possessed some means, and in the prospect of death, he remembered the cause of missions. He also made known his wishes in regard to his funeral. A short time after the above conversation, he was taken down with what was believed to be the small-pox, and died at his residence at North Hudson, Essex county, N. Y., October 19, 1850.

The circumstances attendant upon his latter end, were in some respects of a melancholy character. Remote from his brethren in the ministry, he was cut off from their presence and sympathy; and the apprehensions indulged by his neighbors of the danger of contact with that dreadful disease, doomed Mr. Lyon to suffer and die unattended, except by his own family, and perhaps two or three friends. But he died where every man of God would wish to die-at his post.

Mr. Lyon made no pretensions to being a learned or great man; he had been a plain common-sense farmer; and entered upon the work of calling sinners to repentance rather late in life. He was a very pious, lovelyspirited man. His heart was formed for sympathy and friendship. Meekness was a distinctive trait in his character. Under great provocation he has been observed to breathe nothing but kindness; returning good for evil. His genuine humility was apparent to all who knew him, without any effort on his part to make it manifest. He was habitually cheerful and happy. These qualities rendered him exceedingly agreeable in his social intercourse. It might well be said, in the technical language of our annual Conference, "There is nothing against brother Lyon." Few men, of the same talents, accomplish as much for the cause of God

as did Chester Lyon. He was an excellent singer, and sung much, not as an amusement, merely, but with melody in his heart unto the Lord. He loved to sing, and pray, and shout, which he often did with unaffected simplicity, and a joyful soul.

He died as he lived, shouting the praises of God, and exhorting those around him to prepare for the world to come, and doubtless was conveyed by angels from his lonely cottage in the wilderness, to those celestial mansions prepared for the redeemed on high.

Some such men as Mr. Lyon will shine with a far greater lustre in the firmament of the upper heavens, than many who have outshone them on earth.

REV. HENRY EAMES.

"Your fathers, where are they?

And the prophets, do they live forever?"

Mr. Henry Eames, the father of the subject of this sketch, was born in the western part of Ireland. He was converted to God when about twenty years of age, through the instrumentality of the Rev. John Wesley, and was received by him into the Methodist society. He emigrated to this country in 1769, only three years subsequent to the formation of the first Methodist society in America, of which he became a member in the city of New York, while Mr. Phillip Embury was still there. Two letters received by Mr. Eames from his spiritual father, the last of which was written less than two years previous to Mr. Wesley's death, may be found in Wesley's Works, vol. vii, p. 99.

Mr. Eames subsequently removed to the town of

Bedford, Westchester county, N. Y., where he died in holy triumph, in 1821.

Rev. Henry Eames was born at Bedford, N. Y., June 23, 1774. He was awakened and led to seek the mercy of God, when about thirteen years of age, by means of an alarming dream, in which the world of woe was represented in awful colors to his mind, His distress under the discoveries of God's wrath, was great; but when he was enabled to believe in Christ, the witness of his acceptance was clear, and his joy was full. He at once united with the church, and became, it is believed, at an early period of his Christian career, a witness of perfect love.

In 1800, being then twenty-six years of age, he was received on trial in the New York Conference, in the same class with Samuel Merwin, William Anson, Jacob Gruber, Henry Ryan, and others-men who bore manfully the burden, in the heat of the day that tried men's souls; and who, with the subject of our sketch, now rest together in Abraham's bosom.

The following account of his labors and departure to the spirit land, is from the pen of his son, Rev. Joseph Eames, of the Troy Conference.

"My father's first circuit was Chesterfield, Conn. In 1801, he was appointed to Tolland; 1802 admitted to full connection, ordained deacon, and sent to Athens; each of those charges was in the New London district; 1803, Brandon, Vt. In May, 1804, he married Miss Lydia Harris, of Lisbon, Conn., one who was every way fitted to be a help-meet for him in the great work. The same spring he was ordained elder, and appointed to Long Island, where he remained two years: that was then a six weeks' circuit, including the whole Island, with the exception of Brooklyn. I have often heard him say, that those two years were seasons of great

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