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confidence in my Saviour's love." He now commenced, as an exposition of his feelings, to repeat the stanza :—

"Not a cloud doth arise to darken my skies,

Or hide for a moment my Lord from my eyes."

His voice failed him, and the remaining lines were repeated for him by one standing near the bedside.

Concerning the manner of his interment, he spoke briefly, but pointedly. "I wish to be buried in the ancient Methodist style, like an old Christian minister."

The interval from the Sabbath to the Thursday following, when he died, he was calm and composed, with little pain. To his nephew, Dudley M'Kendree, he said fervently, "Follow me as I have followed Christ, only closer to Christ." His favourite phrase was, "All is well," which has become identified with his dying hours.

"Death was in the room. The question had been asked of the venerable sentinel, who shall no more stand on the towers of our Zion, 'Is all well?' He had answered, 'Yes.' Just then, by a sudden spasmodic contraction, he seemed to have a darting pain in his right side. The muscles on his left cheek appeared to suffer a corresponding spasm. They knotted up with a wrinkle, which remained after the pain in the side had passed away. Sensible of this muscular distortion, the bishop was observed to make two energetic efforts to smooth down his countenance. The second effort succeeded, and a dying smile came over the brow of the veteran, and descended upon the lower features of his face. The struggle was over. The chariot had gone over the everlasting hills.”

The day and hour of his death were March 5th, 1835, at five o'clock in the afternoon; he was seventy-seven years and eight months old, lacking one day.

On Saturday morning, March 7th, his remains were laid in the earth beside the dust of his honoured father, whom he had loved with the most intense devotion, and from whom he desired not to be separated in death.

In person, Bishop M'Kendree was a little above the medium height, and very finely proportioned, his form in his younger days giving notice of great physical strength and activity. The first glance at his countenance convinced one that he stood before a man of great intellectual vigour, but whose predominant trait of character was mildness. There were both height and breadth to his forehead; and under heavy eyebrows, his eyes, black, impressive, and somewhat protruded, gave a continual evidence of the fires glowing within. His mouth had a more than usually intellectual expression; his chin was square, but not clumsy; and, on the whole, it may be truly said, that a finer countenance, or one more expressive of piety, firmness, and intelligence, could scarcely be found.

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