IN the death of this man the Dornoch congregation has lost one of its dearest and most unassuming members, one who lived a blameless life and was respected by all who knew him as a man, in whom the root of the matter was for many years. The hand of trouble was often on his body, but he bore his troubles in a meek and submissive spirit, and of him it might be said that he was “patient in tribulation,” always saying, “I might be worse; it is good to be where mercy is to be had.” He took the Word of God as his guide, and was not shaken with every wind of doctrine. On the Sabbath before he died some went to see him, and were asking how he felt, when he replied, “I am here yet, waiting the moment when the call will come for me to appear before God.” He desired to be spoken to about eternal realities, as it might be the last time they should ever meet on earth, and said, “All my troubles come because of the fountain I have in my own heart; nothing will do but to get washed from it and to be arrayed in the righteousness of Christ. I hope the Lord will receive me to Himself, but what will become of the wicked when he will die; there will be no one to support him?” He was a man who believed in the ruin of all men by the Fall and the need of being regenerated by the Spirit, and of having on the righteousness of Jesus Christ. He departed life on the 23rd of November, and left a widow and grown-up family to mourn his loss, with whom the deepest sympathy is felt. May the Lord take the sons instead of the father and make them noble princes!
E. M’Q.