March 26.—For several hours in great extremity of pain, but declared himself happy in soul.—Something having been said about faith, he answered, Ah! it is easy enough to talk about faith, but to be afflicted as I am, then we see how little faith we have got. Oh! Aunt, pray for me? Ask the Lord, Oh! do, do! Observe, this latter expression, Ask the Lord, was continually his request. I once said to him, then you believe the Lord heareth prayer? He answered with great quickness, Yes, and answering too. Being encouraged not to fear, he said, But sometimes I have fears! But why art thou cast down, Oh my soul? This day, when much distressed in body, he said, But why should I complain? What did the Lord suffer? He sunk beneath our heavy woes To raise us to a throne; There’s not a gift his hand bestows, But cost his heart a groan! March 28.—He said, Aunt, I am not desirous to live, but I hope I shall not go off in agony. Oh! Oh! let me be the subject of your prayers, continually! Oh! spend all your time in wrestling for me. Lord’s day, March 31.—In the afternoon a few friends came to see him, and a few hours he was cheerful, and free from pain. About ten, his pains became intolerable. It was a time of great distress. Between eleven and twelve, he became more easy, and a sweet colour appeared in his countenance. He said, Aunt, when I am in glory I shall sing as loud as any one, The crowned Lord of all. Oh! I long to go—I long to be singing hallelujah! He then sung Hallelujah, hallelujah! He then repeated the whole of the hymn, Grace, ’tis a charming theme; laying a particular emphasis on the words, Wrote my name—repeating (_My name_). Oh! I long to be singing. Crown him Lord of all! Calling to his Uncle in the next room, to come, Crown him Lord of all! On its being complied with, he joined with the sweetest voice. On our retiring to the next room, he sung alone, in a soft voice, a great part of the hymn, called Gethsemane. He then called, Uncle; come and sing again? On his replying, My dear; I am very low, he said, never mind, I will help you! He then sweetly joined in, Grace, ’tis a charming sound. At the conclusion, he said, It is all of grace. Oh! I long to Crown him Lord of all! He requested his Uncle to go to prayer? When concluded, he shook him by the hand, saying, I thank you, I thank you.—Monday.—Extremely low all day. On turning him in bed, he said, Oh! what should I do without you? but instantly added, in a louder voice, What should I do without the Lord?