Yea thro’ life, death, thro’ sorrow and thro’ sinning He shall suffice me, for He hath sufficed, Christ is the end, for Christ was the beginning, Christ the beginning, for the end was Christ. MYERS, _St. Paul_. His thoughts again turn to the brevity of life, and he naturally questions himself as to how much longer he will be able to go on with the work he loves. These young souls in his care, whom he is trying to nurture as a wise and tender shepherd, will they remain faithful? He listens to the noise of war and strife, and prays for the time when peace shall come to India and Christianity will have many loyal witnesses, and the people will depart from darkness and see the light of life. “How much longer,” he writes, “God may permit me to occupy my station is known to Him alone. My times are in His hands. He has heard my unworthy prayer that I may not become quite useless in old age.... A few months ago I seemed standing on the banks of eternity, being suddenly seized with a painful oppression on my chest. I consider it as a summons from my Lord to hold myself in readiness at whatsoever hour He may come.... I look upon this sudden illness as a kind monitor to teach me that my gracious Lord will soon call me away. May I be able to say, ‘Come, Lord Jesus!’ You see then that I shall soon quit this world. A blessed eternity is now the daily subject of my meditations. How awful is this change! Blessed be God Who hath sent us a Redeemer, who has borne our sins and purchased eternal happiness for all who, being sensible of their sins, ‘flee to Him for refuge.’ If we are reconciled to God by that blessed Redeemer we have no reason to be afraid of dying and quitting this world. Our whole life ought to be a preparation for death. May God give us grace to die to sin and the evil of the world, and to live to His glory, that when He calls us away, we may be prepared for that great change! To look up to the glorious state of the blessed in heaven is, and will be, a strong preservative of a true Christian.” Such thoughts as these are common to people, especially the old, as they look heavenward. The golden evening brightens in the west, Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Sweet is the calm of paradise the blest.