David’s reformation had also a very sensible influence on his business prosperity.  He has won back again now all, and far more than all, he lost, and in all good and great works for the welfare of humanity David Callendar is a willing worker and a noble giver.  The new firm of John and David Callendar acquired a world-wide reputation.  It is still John and David Callendar, for when the dear old deacon died he left his interest in it to David’s eldest son, a pious, steady young fellow for whom nobody ever mixed a first glass.  But God was very kind to John in allowing him to see the full harvest of his tender love, his patience, and his unselfishness.  Out of his large fortune he left a noble endowment for a church and college in his native town, making only two requests concerning its management:  first, that no whiskey should ever go within the college walls:  second, that all the children in the town might have a holiday on the anniversary of his death; “for,” said he, “I have aye loved children, and I would fain connect the happiness of childhood with the peace o’ the dead.”

Dr. Morrison lived long enough to assist in filling in the grave of his old friend and helper, but attained unto the beginning of peace and glory soon afterwards.  And I have often pictured to myself the meeting of those two upon the hills of God.  The minister anticipated it, though upon his dying bed his great soul forgot all individualities, and thought only of the church universal, and his last glowing words were, “For Jerusalem that is above is free, which is the mother of us all.”

Robert Leslie has done well in America, and no man is a more warm and earnest advocate of “the faith once delivered to the saints.”  I read a little speech of his some time ago at the dedication of a church, and it greatly pleased me.

“Many things,” he said, “have doubtless been improved in this age, for man’s works are progressive and require improvement; but who,” he asked, “can improve the sunshine and the flowers, the wheat and the corn?  And who will give us anything worthy to take the place of the religion of our fathers and mothers?  And what teachers have come comparable to Christ, to David, Isaiah, and Paul?”

Jenny only died a year ago.  She brought up David’s children admirably, and saw, to her great delight, the marriage of Flora and young Captain Callendar.  For it had long been her wish to go back to Argyleshire “among her ain folk and die among the mountains,” and this marriage satisfied all her longings.  One evening they found her sitting in her open door with her face turned towards the cloud-cleaving hills.  Her knitting had fallen upon her lap, her earthly work was done for ever, and she had put on the garments of the eternal Sabbath.  But there was a wonderful smile on her simple, kindly face.  Soul and body had parted with a smile.  Oh, how happy are those whom the Master finds waiting for him, and who, when he calls, pass gently away!