and in the midst of Christian friends, whose warm feelings give a glow to ours, which they do not possess in themselves.”  Even then he had his people in his heart.  “When I got better, I used to creep out in the evenings about sunset.  I often remembered you all then.  I could not write, as my eyes and head were much affected; I could read but very little; I could speak very little, for I had hardly any voice; and so I had all my time to lay my people before God, and pray for a blessing on them.  About the last evening I was there, we all went to the vintage, and I joined in gathering the grapes.”  To Mr. Somerville he wrote:  “My mind was very weak when I was at the worst, and therefore the things of eternity were often dim. I had no fear to die, for Christ had died. Still I prayed for recovery, if it was the Lord’s will.  You remember you told me to be humble among your last advices.  You see God is teaching me the same thing.  I fear I am not thoroughly humbled.  I feel the pride of my heart, and bewail it.”  To his kind medical friend, Dr. Gibson, in Dundee, he wrote:  “I really believed that my Master had called me home, and that I would sleep beneath the dark-green cypresses of Bouja till the Lord shall come, and they that sleep in Jesus come with Him; and my most earnest prayer was for my dear flock, that God would give them a pastor after his own heart.”

When we met, after an eight days’ separation, on board the vessel at Constantinople, he mentioned as one of the most interesting incidents of the week, that one evening, while walking with Mr. Lewis, they met a young Greek and his wife, both of whom were believed to be really converted souls.  It created a thrill in his bosom to meet with these almost solitary representatives of the once faithful and much tried native church of Smyrna.

Meanwhile there were movements at home that proved the Lord to be He who “alone doeth wondrous things.”  The cry of his servant in Asia was not forgotten; the eye of the Lord turned towards his people.  It was during the time of Mr. M’Cheyne’s sore sickness that his flock in Dundee were receiving blessing from the opened windows of heaven.  Their pastor was lying at the gate of death, in utter helplessness.  But the Lord had done this on very purpose; for He meant to show that He needed not the help of any:  He could send forth new laborers, and work by new instruments, when it pleased Him.  We little knew that during the days when we were waiting at the foot of Lebanon for a vessel to carry us to Smyrna, the arm of the Lord had begun to be revealed in Scotland.  On the 23d of July the great Revival at Kilsyth took place.

Mr. W.C.  Burns, the same who was supplying Mr. M’Cheyne’s place in his absence, was on that day preaching to his father’s flock; and while pressing upon them immediate acceptance of Christ with deep solemnity, the whole of the vast assembly were overpowered.  The Holy Spirit seemed to come down as a rushing mighty wind, and to fill the place.  Very many were that day struck to the heart; the sanctuary was filled with distressed and inquiring souls.  All Scotland heard the glad news that the sky was no longer as brass,—­that the rain had begun to fall.  The Spirit in mighty power began to work from that day forward in many places of the land.