converted, and was now called out to exhort at the close of a sermon.  He had been known in the community as an Infidel, which greatly increased the interest felt by all when he arose to speak.  But the first utterance of his eloquent tongue, so full of feeling and so decided in its tone, disarmed all criticism.  As he advanced, he threw off restraint, until he was master of himself and the congregation.  Once free, he seemed to lose sight of all but the condition of a perishing world.  With lost men he reasoned, expostulated, entreated, until it seemed that the whole audience was moving towards the Altar.

While at Oneida, as before stated, he went East to raise funds for the Mission.  Wherever he went, he was recognized as a man of rare eloquence.  Throngs followed him from Church to Church, and, as might be expected, his mission was a great success.  On his return with the bell, the people were overjoyed.  For the first week after it was hung in the steeple, it was kept going, almost night and day.  The friends came from every part of the reservation, and no one was satisfied until his own hand pulled the rope.  And so high did the enthusiasm run that one man said, “As soon as we get able, we will put one on every house in Oneida.”  After Brother Requa left Oneida, he served one year as Agent of Lawrence University, and was specially engaged in raising an Indian Scholarship Fund.  His appointments subsequently were:  Janesville, Fond du Lac District, Oshkosh, Sheboygan Falls, Sheboygan, Brandon and Ripon.  In March, 1865, his second year at Ripon, he went as a Delegate of the Christian Commission to the army.  His field of labor was Little Rock, Ark.  While here he was taken ill with the chronic diarrhoea, and on the 19th of May departed to his home above.  During his illness, he was attended by his old friend, Brother A. B. Randall.  Just before he died, he requested his attendant to bear this message to his brethren of the Wisconsin Conference:  “Tell them that Henry Requa died at his post.”  He then added, “Take my ashes back to be interred among my brethren.  I have labored with them for twenty years past, trying to preach Jesus.  My present acceptance with God is a great comfort to me now.  I am very unworthy, but I believe there are some in glory who call me father.  In looking over my whole life I cannot see an act upon which I would risk the salvation of my soul; the best of them need washing in the blood of Jesus.  I know I have a home in glory.  How precious Jesus is.  Jesus, I love thee for what thou hast done for me.  I will praise thee forever.”

Brother Requa was a man of ardent temperament, and at times impulsive, but he was a true man and a faithful minister.  His attachments were strong and abiding.  He loved the work in which he was engaged, and was very generally popular among the people.  A born Radical, he was liable to push matters beyond what more conservative minds deemed wise, and it is possible that in some instances his extreme methods defeated his purpose, but even then, no one questioned the rectitude of his heart.  In the death of Brother Requa the Conference sustained a severe loss.  His remains were interred in College Hill Cemetery, at Ripon.