Tuesday, April 2nd.—A day full of pain and distress indeed. About noon, he said, I shall not be long here! I expressed a hope of meeting him in glory. He answered, Yes, I do not fear that. I replied, yes, for He is able to save to the uttermost. He replied, If he has not saved you, he never will—adding, Saved from the beginning of the world! What a mercy Aunt, to be in Christ?—Wednesday.—Very low all day. Several times in the day he expressed a desire to depart, and be with Christ. He cried out, Oh! this poor sinful body—a body of sin and death!—Late at night, he sighed, and said, Lord, what is man!—Thursday.—Suffered much all day. About noon, he said, To-morrow is Good Friday—Ah! what did the Lord suffer for us? And in a very emphatic manner, said, Oh Gethsemane!—Friday.—Evidently much worse. About noon he was very restless. I said, My dear, who can place your pillow easy? He replied, Only one God—must be my physician. About noon, he said, Oh! pray to the Lord to take me very soon? Then you are willing to go to him? He replied, Yes, before tea time, if it was the Lord’s will! Oh that I could fall asleep in his arms. Oh! wrestle Aunt, Oh! wrestle! On uttering a few short petitions in his behalf, he affectionately thanked me, saying, Oh that our united prayers may be answered. About three o’clock, he said, Oh! why doth he tarry so long? Oh that _his chariot_ was waiting for me! On assuring him that was the case—that the holy angels were surrounding him, to convey him before the throne of God and the Lamb, he cried, Oh that he would come quickly! Oh! to hear the sound of his chariot wheels! Why doth he tarry so long? When about to fall asleep in his arms, he whispered: Cease fond nature, cease thy strife, Let me languish into life. The remainder of the evening spent in great pain, but fervent expressions after the coming of the Lord, often crying, Oh! ask the Lord why is his chariot so long in coming! About three in the morning, he fell into a sleep, and without pain or groan, sweetly fell asleep in Jesus. Thus terminated the life of this believer in Jesus. May you, and I, and all his dear friends, be partakers of the like precious faith. Amen. Your’s, most affectionately, _E. Bonner_. * * * * * Farewell, my dear son—and while I embalm thy memory with tears, a Gospel hope points me to a time when I shall meet you again, in the sacred blissful presence of a reigning Saviour, and a smiling God. Amen. * * * * * FINIS.