Thursday night the Writer of our old Pamphlet [Harvey] was himself in attendance on his Highness; and has preserved a trait or two; with which let us hasten to conclude. Tomorrow is September Third, always kept as a Thanksgiving day, since the Victories of Dunbar and Worcester. The wearied one, "that very night before the Lord took him to his everlasting rest," was heard thus, with oppressed voice, speaking: "'Truly God is good; indeed He is; He will not'----Then his speech failed him, but as I apprehended, it was, 'He will not leave me.' This saying, 'God is good,' he frequently used all along; and would speak it with much cheerfulness, and fervor of spirit, in the midst of his pains.--Again he said: 'I would be willing to live to be farther serviceable to God and His People: but my work is done. Yet God will be with His People.' "He was very restless most part of the night, speaking often to himself. And there being something to drink offered him, he was desired To take the same, and endeavor to sleep.--Unto which he answered: 'It is not my design to drink or sleep; but my design is, to make what haste I can to be gone.'-- "Afterwards, towards morning, he used divers holy expressions, implying much inward consolation and peace; among the rest he spake some exceeding self-debasing words, _annihilating_ and judging himself. And truly it was observed, that a public spirit to God's Cause did breathe in him,--as in his lifetime, so now to his very last." When the morrow's sun rose, Oliver was speechless; between three and four in the afternoon, he lay dead. Friday 3rd September 1658. "The consternation and astonishment of all people," writes Fauconberg, "are inexpressible; their hearts seem as if sunk within them. My poor Wife,--I know not what on earth to do with her. When seemingly quieted, she bursts out again into a passion that tears her very heart in pieces."--Husht, poor weeping Mary! Here is a Life-battle right nobly done. Seest thou not, "The storm is changed into a calm, At His command and will; So that the waves which raged before Now quiet are and still! "Then are _they_ glad,--because at rest And quiet now they be: So to the haven He them brings Which they desired to see." "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord;" blessed are the valiant that have lived in the Lord. "Amen, saith the Spirit,"--Amen. "They do rest from their labors, and their works follow them."