Cheerful and encouraging words were these in which to voice a farewell. The happy outlook of a faith which breaks out in song impressed me when I was a patient In the Hospital Christmas was near, and I was a patient in a hospital away from home. The attending physician informed me that Dr. William D. Marsh, the founder of “The League of the Kindly Tongue,” an organization which has a large membership in the United States as well as in some other countries, was in the same hospital on the floor below. The day he was discharged, he came to visit me. During the conversation he stated that he had recently been relearning and trying to live a hymn which he found very precious. It was one of Toplady’s: “If, on a quiet sea, Toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee, We’ll own the favoring gale.” Special reference was made to the last verse: “Teach us, in every state, To make Thy will our own; And when the joys of sense depart, To live by faith alone.” Such was the hymn beloved by the man who endeavored to enlist men and women to bring their daily conversation into harmony with the Golden Rule. This experience brought to my mind the gracious sufficiency of Him whom every believer confesses as “Sun of My Soul” Years of constructive service were given by Dr. Charles N. Sims to the important task of building up Syracuse University. It was during the time of the early struggles of the development of that institution that he served heroically as the Chancellor. Later there followed some years of pulpit activity. Then came the time of retirement from educational and pastoral leadership, and he returned to his native state of Indiana to spend the eventide of life. When it was evident that the time of his home-going was near, a member of the family went to the piano and played the hymn he greatly loved. Softly also it was sung: “Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.” The second stanza was reached: “When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour’s breast.” Relatives, looking on the peaceful form, then observed that he had quietly answered the call of his Lord, and that the spirit had gone to the home of many mansions. Here is an incident which recalls one of the bitter tragedies of the ocean. See also page 30. Their Last Sing-Song Permission was obtained from the purser of the _Titanic_ to hold a song service in the saloon one Sunday evening. The Rev. E. C. Carter, of Whitechapel, London, a clergyman of the Anglican Church, was in charge. A young Scotch engineer presided at the piano.