On the Lord’s-day morning of his death, he was visited by many godly characters. He looked around on them all, and thanked them for their kind attention to him and his family. When it was intimated they should soon see each other in glory, he smiled, and said, _I shall be so taken up with Jesus_, _I shall not be able to think much of any one else_. He now appeared to be dying upward, but spoke of it without dismay; being wearied he desired to be once more turned in his bed. He dosed a little while; when well awoke, he exclaimed, _Christ is all in all_! He paused; then earnestly said _Blessed Jesus_, _hast thou not promised I shall be with thee_? _and thou canst not be worse than thy word_. He paused again, then cried out, _He has done all things well_. Then he said again, _Thou dear Redeemer_, _dying Lamb_, _I love to hear of thee_. At three in the afternoon he seemed to be sinking in the arms of death, and solemnly said to a friend, _I am getting nearer_.—Then he said soon after, _I am very near_—_I am quite close_—(to his eternal home he meant). At about the close of the day after, having laid some time quiet, he exclaimed, _Come Lord_, _come Lord Jesus_, _come quickly_! _Come Lord_, _come_!—_He is come_, _he is come_! _I come_, _I come_! His voice gradually fell, but as long as his lips could move, his friends could hear him say, _Come_, _come_, _come_! With these words he dropt asleep in the arms of our blessed Lord—to whom be glory. _AMEN_. * * * * * FINIS. * * * * * Thomas, Printer, Red Lion Street, Borough.