that this visit, at a time when he was in a state of debility from previous fatigue, was the immediate occasion of his own illness.  He was very soon prostrated under the fever.  But his medical attendant apprehended no danger, and advised him to proceed to Smyrna, in the belief that the cool air of the sea would be much more in his favor than the sultry heat of Beyrout.  Accordingly, in company with our faithful Hebrew friend Erasmus Calman, we embarked; but as we lay off Cyprus, the fever increased to such a height, that he lost his memory for some hours, and was racked with excessive pain in his head.  When the vessel sailed, he revived considerably, but during three days no medical aid could be obtained.  He scarcely ever spoke; and only once did he for a moment, on a Saturday night, lift his languid eye, as he lay on deck enjoying the breeze, to catch a distant sight of Patmos.  We watched him with agonizing anxiety till we reached Smyrna and the village of Bouja.  Though three miles off, yet, for the sake of medical aid, he rode to this village upon a mule after sunset, ready to drop every moment with pain and burning fever.  But here the Lord had prepared for him the best and kindest help.  The tender and parental care of Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, in whose house he found a home, was never mentioned by him but with deepest gratitude; and the sight of the flowering jessamine, or the mention of the deep-green cypress, would invariably call up in his mind associations of Bouja and its inmates.  He used to say it was his second birth-place.

During that time, like most of God’s people who have been in sickness, he felt that a single passage of the word of God was more truly food to his fainting soul than anything besides.  One day his spirit revived, and his eye glistened, when I spoke of the Saviour’s sympathy, adducing as the very words of Jesus, Psalm 41:1:  “Blessed is he that considereth the poor:  the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble,” etc.  It seemed so applicable to his own case, as a minister of the glad tidings; for often had he “considered the poor,” carrying a cup of cold water to a disciple.  Another passage, written for the children of God in their distress, was spoken to him when he seemed nearly insensible:  “Call upon me in the day of trouble.” This word of God was as the drop of honey to Jonathan.

He himself thus spoke of his illness to his friends at home:  “I left the foot of Lebanon when I could hardly see, or hear, or speak, or remember; I felt my faculties going, one by one, and I had every reason to expect that I would soon be with my God.  It is a sore trial to be alone and dying in a foreign land, and it has made me feel, in a way that I never knew before, the necessity of having unfeigned faith in Jesus and in God.  Sentiments, natural feelings, glowing fancies of divine things, will not support the soul in such an hour.  There is much self-delusion in our estimation of ourselves when we are untried,