Take his character from Sir Robert Hamilton of Preston, who was his contemporary. He was affectionate, affable, and tender-hearted, to all such as he thought had any thing of the image of God in them; sober and temperate in his diet, saying commonly, It was well won that was won off the flesh; generous, liberal and most charitable to the poor; a great hater of covetousness; a frequent visitor of the sick; much alone, loving to be retired; but when about his Master’s public work, laying hold of every opportunity to edify; in conversation, still dropping what might minister grace to the hearers: his countenance was edifying to beholders; often sighing with deep groans: preaching in season, and out of season, upon all hazards; ever the same in judgment and practice. From his youth, he was much given to the duty of secret prayer, for whole nights together; wherein it was observed, that, both in secret and in families, he always sat straight upon his knees, with his hands lifted up; and in this posture (as some took notice) he died with the rope about his neck. Besides his last speech and testimony, and several other religious letters, with the lecture, sermon, and sentence of excommunication at Torwood, which, are all published, there are also several other sermons, and notes of sermons, interspersed among some peoples hands, in print and manuscript, some of which have been published. Yet if we may believe Walker, in his remarkable passages, &c. who heard severals of them preached, they are nothing to what they were when delivered; and however pathetical, yet doubtless far inferior to what they would have been, had they been corrected and published by the worthy author himself. AN ACROSTIC ON HIS NAME. Most sweet and savoury is thy fame, And more renowned is thy name, Surely than any can record, Thou highly favoured of the Lord. Exalted thou on earth didst live; Rich grace to thee the Lord did give. During the time thou dwelt below, On in a course to heaven didst go. Not casten down with doubts and fears, Assur’d of heaven near thirty years. Labour thou didst in Christ’s vineyard; Diligent wast, no time thou spar’d. Christ’s standard thou didst bear alone, After others from it were gone. Right zeal for truth was found in thee, Great sinners censurd’st faithfully. In holding truth didst constant prove, Laidst down thy life out of true love. June 21, 1741. W. W. FINIS. NARRATIVE OF THE BATTLES OF DRUMCLOG, AND BOTHWELL BRIDGE. [Illustration] GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. THE BATTLE OF DRUMCLOG.