It is worthy of remark, that while Father Crandal was thus honored by his brethren, and blessed by God in the salvation of souls, and in the extension of Zion, he was habitually impressed with a sense of his own unworthiness to enjoy such distinguished favor. He felt that, in himself, all was imperfect, and that his proper place was that of an humble suppliant at the foot of the Cross. Often have we heard him exclaim in the language of Paul, “By the grace of God, I am what I am.” While we speak of him, therefore, as a good man, let us at the same time be reminded that he was perfected but in part, and that we should follow him no further than he followed Christ. We have already remarked that in youth he was married to Miss Sherman. By her he had three sons, David, John, and James, and three daughters Mary, Lucy and Rebecca. His son David has long been a successful preacher of the Gospel of Christ, and still continues a watchman on Zion’s walls. His son John is also an office bearer in the church, and valiant for the truth. His first wife having been removed from him by death, he married Miss Martha Hopper, of Sackville, by whom he had five sons and three daughters, all of whom are living at the present time. The second Mrs. Crandal still lives. May God be her support in the decline of life, and her comfort in the hour of death. Finally, we notice his quiet, peaceful, triumphant death. Notwithstanding he was in his eighty-seventh year, he nevertheless died with his armour on. His was the death of a truly Christian hero: only six weeks before he died he preached the gospel to the people supported by two of his deacons, and took his leave of his affectionate and weeping church; and during his last illness, though his suffering were at times severe, yet he staggered not at the promise through unbelief, but was strong in faith giving glory to God. Sensible to the very last, he met the King of terror with perfect composure, and feeling that death was doing its work, he closed his eyes and his mouth, and died without a struggled or a groan. Thus old and full of years his sun went down without a cloud, leaving a dazzling splendor in its train. He had indeed fought the good fight, finished his course and kept the faith, and for him the crown of righteousness was in reserve. Of all the messages which his protracted ministry and his entire history addresses to man, none speaks in louder or more touching tones than that calm and peaceful death. It tells us how a christian warrior can die with glory in his view. I have only to remark in conclusion, that the removal of Father Crandal from the scenes of his earthly connexions, is an event not unexpected it is true, but which nevertheless produces a sensation that is deeply felt, not only by his own church, but throughout the Provinces generally.