cleansed from all their iniquities by the atoning blood of Jesus."

But however deeply he felt his unworthiness, his faith never staggered. He knew in whom he believed, was conscious of the Saviour's presence and love, and ever looked on a future that was attractive and bright.

Thinking on one occasion that the hour of his departure was come, he said to his wife and son who were standing by: "You know I am not an imaginative man, but I sometimes see a kind of a vision," (and looking to the other side of the room he said,) "oh, I seem to see it now, those gone before, coming to meet me! they have heavenly garments, beautiful to be sure. They are in the river, standing on the pebbles near the shore. Helen is the nearest to me, and is holding out her hand; but she cannot reach me, there is a deep part of the river which she cannot enter. I shall be helped through that part, and then there they are to welcome me on the other side."

On another occasion when apparently very

near his end, he said, "Is it not grand? is it not marvellous? nothing to do. I am resting on the merit of the Saviour alone. I can do nothing, nothing. 'Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling.''

Christ has all that we need; and is, Himself, all that we require. Have Him, and you have all that you want, for strength in the day of weakness, comfort in the season of sorrow, and assurance, peace, and support in the hour of death. So Isaac Pitt now experienced. Jesus was an ample compensation, he felt, for the sufferings he bore, for departure from those he loved, and for the world he was quitting. And so, dear reader, He will be to you in such circumstances, if you will only, like him, make a full surrender of yourself to Him.

On the evening preceding his death Mr. Pitt was exceedingly cheerful, and joined in an animated conversation that went on in his room. After a quiet sleep he awoke in great suffering, saying, “I need the supporting power of the Almighty." The paroxysm

drained him of all remaining strength, and speech failed him. But consciousness continued, and he indicated by the pressure of the hand how precious to him were the promises that were repeated to him, and how profound was his peace. After the slow repetition of the Saviour's words which had been quoted, "I go to prepare a place for you," he closed his eyes to the things of earth, and opened them on the realities of eternity.

CHAPTER VII.

Late Sunsets.

CROSSING With Him the chasm,
As it were, by a single thread ;
Fording with Him the river-
Christ leading as He hath led.
Then up the heights of glory,
Unfollowed by death or sin;
Swift through the pearl-white portal
Thy feet may enter in.

Into the realm of music

Where not a note will jar;

Into the clime of sweetness

Which not a breath will mar;

When sighs are all out of hearing,
And tears are all out of sight,
And the shadows of earth are forgotten

In the heaven which has no night."