is due to Thee! We know what we do when we aim at praising God for His mercies! It is but little I can give, but, Lord, help me to give Thee my all. I will die praising Thee, and rejoice that there are others that can praise Thee better. I shall be satisfied with Thy likeness! satisfied! satisfied! Oh, my dearest Jesus, I come!” The old register of St. Leonard’s, Shoreditch, for December, 1696, has this entry: “Samuel Annesley was buried the seventh day, from Spittle Yard.”[531] [Sidenote: 1688–1702.] Nathaniel Vincent, when the Revolution brought him rest from spies, informers, and constables, quietly went on with his work in St. Thomas’s, Southwark, amidst the Presbyterian congregation which he had gathered; but an unhappy division before his death gave him trouble--sixty members breaking off to join another church, but no blame attached to him for this. If the eulogium pronounced by his friends be true, “he scarcely entered into any company, but he was like a box of precious ointment, and left some sweet perfume from his heavenly discourse.” Vincent’s end was sudden and premature; he had only leisure to exclaim: “I find I am dying. Lord! Lord! Lord! have mercy on my family and my congregation.” His age was but fifty-three.[532] [Sidenote: NONCONFORMISTS.] Dr. William Bates, a close friend of Archbishop Tillotson, retained his popularity and his renown for “silver-tongued” eloquence beyond the Revolution of 1688. As one of the preachers at Salters’ Hall after the establishment of the New Lecture there in 1694, although an old man of seventy-four, he preached to a thronged assembly; but he lived in the village of Hackney, where he ministered to a Presbyterian congregation in Mare Street.[533] Howe’s estimate of Bates’ character has been quoted in a former volume; it is sufficient here to add the following words by the same writer: “God took him, even kissed away his soul, as hath been said of those great favourites of heaven, did let him die without being sick, vouchsafed him that great privilege--which a good man would choose before many--not to outlive serviceableness. To live till one be weary of the world, not till the world be weary of him--thus he prayed wisely, thus God answered graciously.”[534] He died in July, 1699. [Sidenote: 1688–1702.]