During the time that Cetewayo was in England Robert Moffat was much interested in him and paid him a visit.  Among the Zulu king’s attendants was a man who could speak Sechwana, and with him Moffat at once got into conversation.  The man’s delight was unbounded.  He had been in the train of a son of Moselekatse, and had heard of the missionary.  “A u Moshete?” (Are you Moffat) he asked again and again, with beaming eyes exclaiming when convinced of the fact, “I see this day what my eyes never expected to behold, Moshete!”

For the last four years of his life Robert Moffat resided at Park Cottage, Leigh, near Tunbridge, where he was the tenant of the late Samuel Morley, Esq.  From both Mr. and Mrs. Morley he received much kindness, which continued until the day of his death.

The end now drew near.  In 1883, he complained of great weariness and intermittent pulsation.  This troubled him so constantly that advice was sought.  For a short time this availed.  He attended the Bible Society’s meeting in the second week in May, and the meeting of the London Missionary Society on the 10th, and in July paid a visit to Knockholt, where he met Mr. and Mrs. George Sturge.  From this visit he returned seeming better, but in a few days unfavourable symptoms again showed themselves.  Yet the strong frame, that had endured so much, seemed loath to give in, and, whenever able, he was in and out of his garden.  He also took two drives, Mrs. Morley very kindly sending her carriage for that purpose when he felt able to make use of it.

“Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright:  for the end of that man is peace.”  Most beautifully was this truth exemplified in the closing scenes of the life of this truly noble and good man.  On Sunday, 5th August, he was too weak to attend chapel, and spent a peaceful Sabbath at home.  He was very fond of hymns and would often repeat one after another.  In the evening he chose several which were sung, though feebleness prevented him from joining the singing.  Among those chosen were:  “The sands of time are sinking,” “Come, Thou fount of every blessing,” “How sweet the name of Jesus sounds,” and “Nearer, my God, to Thee.”  His New Testament was his constant companion during these last days, and whatever the topic of conversation, it always turned with him to heaven and the Saviour.

On Monday he seemed somewhat better, but on Tuesday night he was much worse.  Hours of pain and sleeplessness were passed, yet he rose on Wednesday and went out several times to the garden.  In the evening he became very ill and had a fainting fit, but managed after awhile to get upstairs, and, after remaining on the bedside for some time, propped up with pillows, he undressed, with little assistance and much deliberation, winding up his watch, with a cold, trembling hand,—­“for the last time,” he said.

The doctor arrived shortly afterwards, who found that he had broken a blood-vessel.  The night was passed partly in peaceful sleep, and partly in converse with his children who were then present.  His daughter says, “He was just full of his Saviour’s love and mercy all through his life; he repeated many hymns and passages of Scripture.”