dear Norman.’ When the tidings that Macintosh was dying reached his friends in Scotland, Macleod immediately set out for Tübingen. He was detained on the Rhine for twenty-four hours by a thick mist, and, as it happened, it was two o’clock in the morning when he arrived in the town. He hurried to the hotel and went at once to the invalid’s door. There he stood in breathless silence, listening to a hollow cough. Next day he learned from Mrs. Macintosh that John was sinking fast, and that he had received his relatives on their arrival with a strange coldness, as if he hated seeing them. She durst not enter his room without an invitation. Pondering this mystery, Norman asked himself, among other questions, was it possible that Satan might thus tempt the saint ere the final victory of Christ was achieved? He sent a note into the sick-room, desiring to know at what hour his friend would see him. The answer was, ‘Come now.’ The student, muffled in coat and plaid, was seated on a sofa, reading. His eyes flashed under his long black hair with an ‘intense and painful lustre.’ With loving gestures he welcomed his friend, and in a scarce audible voice said, ‘I am holding communion with God,’ and they were both silent. More perplexed than ever, the visitor went out. Not long afterwards he returned, and told the news from home, and recalled scenes out of the old days. The mystic, awakening at last to the world, mentioned an hour at which he would be glad to have another meeting. So he was brought back completely to his old self. He had been mentally disturbed by his mother’s arrival, because, thinking that he might recover, he had wished to conceal his state from his friends. At Cannstadt, whither he was removed, he would sit of an evening ‘with closed eyes, and head drooping on his breast,’ listening in silence to old Scottish tunes--’Wandering Willie,’ ‘The Flowers o’ the Forest,’ ‘The Land o’ the Leal’; and, again, with an air of absolute confidence, he would whisper his prospect of soon meeting Chalmers. ‘My spirit,’ wrote Norman, ‘felt no less than awed before him.’ The companions took farewell of each other on the 11th of March, and a few hours afterwards the sufferer was dead. In July Macleod was inducted to the Barony Church, Glasgow. A month later he was married to Catherine Ann Macintosh, the sister of his friend. CHAPTER IV 1851-1860 THE BARONY PARISH--MACLEOD AS PASTOR--AS PREACHER--HIS SYMPATHY--POSITION IN THE CITY.