Mr. Williams writes:—Of the dangerous illness of Mrs. Kemp and of the death of Mr. Kemp, I had not heard a word till I arrived at Good Hope on Saturday. I knocked at the door of the mission house with the fullest expectation of enjoying the company of Mr. and Mrs. Kemp. The closed doors and windows might have awakened apprehension that all was not well, but they did not. The death-like silence that was within, after my repeated knocking at the door, created not the slightest suspicion or foreboding that sickness and death had preceded me, and forever removed my beloved and esteemed friend. After the third rapping at the door, the watchman came to the foot of the stairs and said: “No pusson there, sir;” and in reply to my questions, he further said: “Missis done gone to town. The new massa that came t’other day, he done died.” I could not, and did not, believe the man till after he replied three times to my half-frantic interrogations, “Massa Kemp done died.” Words are inadequate to express my feelings then and now. During my sixteen years’ residence in Africa no event has so sadly affected me as the death of Mr. Kemp, except the death of my two children. I feel it keenly. I deeply sympathize with Mrs. Kemp and with the Association. It is a severe blow to us all, and especially to this station and mission. Although the residence of the Kemps here was short, yet they were much respected and beloved by the inhabitants of Bonthe. By the Europeans, from the Commandant downward, and by the colored people, I have heard them spoken of in the most flattering terms. While still suffering from the intensity of grief produced by such sudden and unexpected intelligence, Mr. Jowett came and confirmed what I had heard from the watchman. I was informed by Mr. Jowett that Brother Kemp left Good Hope Station for Avery to see Mr. Jackson on the 11th of May, and returned on the 13th. On the way home he was exposed to several heavy showers of rain. About two days after his return he was attacked with intermittent fever. Mrs. Kemp was also dangerously ill and not expected to recover. This kept him up when he ought to have been in bed. Under the combined weight of a disordered mind and body, he sank rapidly until life departed. He had a strong presentiment, two days before his death, that his end was near and his work on earth done, and informed Mrs. Kemp of his convictions. He said: “The doctor has done all he can do. I am ready to die. I commend you to God.” During his illness he was attended by Brother Jowett, Mrs. During, and other kind friends.