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4 Dying Man,s God.-I knew the old man, he was rich, and his riches were his God- l rode in company with him con- saoera1ie distance through his possessionS. sought means to turn inc ronveEsat;on rom ms groves, and his orchards, his fields qua ms treasures, to something more seri- ous and profitable. But no.-his lea.. was on these things they expressed his thoughts and affections. MeWas between eighty and ninety years of ago, and yet | could not bring hilIl.fOr momenf 10 speak of leaving his earthly inheritance. To the Sabbath and the Sanctuary and all the things of God he was an utter stranger.

 1t was painful to see an old man, just ready to close his eyes on all things that belong to earth, refusing to admi, into his mind single though. of death, and that eternity so shortly to be lis home. With "a kind of melancholy satisfaction, saw him take different road from myself, thus releasing me from my fruitless efforts to :directhi mind towards that world whore his real interests lay.

 s Not long after this interview, disease at- lacked his mortal frame, giving no doubt tul intimation. that the machine which had been in motion more than fourscore years, was about to stand still. As he lay struR- gling with death, he spoke of fields of corn, and then said "bring me my. bundle of No.es." Inspecting ono of them he said with earnestness, I believe we shall not lose it, or to that effect. While he thus lay holding his notes and obligations ba- fore his face, in his withered hand, he died

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