much of his leisure time as possible he was in the wards. I have myself sometimes met him hurrying from one to another: his gentle quiet manner made him very acceptable to the poor sick people, and of this I am sure, that many a one will deeply mourn his loss. Besides his work amongst the patients he was the means of starting a branch of the Christian Medical Association in connection with the Hospital, and a Bible Class was held weekly by a few of the students." The following, written since his death by his friend Annie McPherson, is another record of his labours :-"The other day I went to visit his old work-places, the wards of the London Hospital. There indeed he has left a sweet savour of his Master. To me he was always a valued counsellor, for he had studied this corner of the vineyard devotedly; many a Bible and Testament in small rooms, where they had never been before, are witnesses of his loving heart." The following letter to a sister was written in the autumn of 1872 :-"It is peaceful and happy beyond expression, when one hears the other fellows here canvassing among themselves where they will settle,-town or country,-at home or abroad,―army or navy,-which class of practice as physician or surgeon is most money making, to feel that my fortune is already made, in having left all for the pearl of great price; and that having Christ, I shall, whether amongst the home heathen or foreign heathen, be blessed, and by Him made a blessing. What is life, and its pleasures and joys? Soon passed away; but happy, thrice happy, are those, whose faith already places them as citizens of a city that hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God." "We who are blessed with health are too little thankful for it. Now I am in the midst of 450 sick, three dying every two days on an average. Continue to pray for me, that I may be a missionary for Jesus." The following was written while resident in the Hospital, just four months before the close of his life on earth, and was suggested by witnessing so many youthful death-beds:-"I am in His hands who only does His children good, so that 'should pining sickness waste away my life,' as I see so many young and strong succumb in a few weeks, it will only be according to His will." Early in 1873 he passed examinations in anatomy and physiology, and won two valuable prizes; and towards the end of the year he left London for Aberdeen, to finish taking out his degree. Two days after his arrival he was 66 attacked with pleurisy, and in a few weeks symptoms of lung disease appeared. His illness lasted nearly two months, but he always remained cheerful and happy. He never expressed any wish as to his recovery; like a child he rested confidingly in his Heavenly Father's love. Though his friends were telegraphed for, the end came so rapidly that his mother, who had nursed him all through his illness, was the only relative with him at the close. The day before his death the following farewell letter was dictated by him :'My dear father, brother, and sisters,-A little while ago when the doctor took my hand, and told me he feared I was passing away, I had no feeling either of joy or sorrow. All through this illness, I have been wonderfully enabled to say, 'Thy will be done.' I am sure you have freely given me up into His loving hand, who doeth all things well. I feel perfect rest; I have no fear, no anxiety, no care. I know that Christ has made full atonement for all my guilt; and through a fuller trust in later years, I have found that He also saves from the power of sin. If I am to pass away quietly, He will be with me; if not, He will be my strength. And now I have only to commit you to His loving sympathy; do not look on me as dead, I have only gone on * * before you, into 'the house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens,' there to reign with Christ for ever. I now bid you an affectionate farewell, hoping to meet you all in that house." During the next day those of his relatives, who could not undertake the journey to Aberdeen, were comforted by frequent messages that he was not suffering, that he was safe in Christ, and felt perfect rest in Jesus. To one of the doctors of the Medical Mission who asked how he felt, he replied: "Weaker in body, but stronger in Christ." Towards evening his mother perceived a change coming, and beckoning to his kind and Christian nurse, they knelt beside the bed. He raised his eyes; and while still gazing upwards, almost imperceptibly his life passed away. "What though the hopes which he so dearly cherished All faded gently as the setting sun; And e'en our own fond expectation perished, Ere yet life's noblest labour seemed begun ;— And though our tears will fall, we bless Thee, Father, For the dear one for ever with the blest; And wait the resurrection morn, when Thou shalt gather Thine own, long parted, to their endless rest." GEORGE WEBSTER, Halifax. 79 3 12 mo. 1873 WILLIAM WHEATLEY, York. 77 8 1 mo. 1874 86 16 12 mo. 1873 15 21 6 mo. 1874 WILLIAM HENRY WICKLOW, 111 7 mo. 1874 Dublin. Son of Joseph and Fanny Wicklow. CHARLOTTE WIDDAS, York. 68 22 4 mo. 1874 Wife of Cornelius Widdas. The subject of this notice was born at Nun Monkton, a small village a few miles from York. Her parents were in humble circumstances, and her father dying whilst she was very young, she had to "go out to service” when she was little more than ten years of age. The industry and perseverance which marked her character were early shown. Having when nearing womanhood removed to York, she apprenticed herself to learn the business of a stay-maker; the knowledge of which she soon acquired, and |