He read the Bible to him, and when doubts and fears arose, as they sometimes did, he pointed him to Jesus, and spoke of that love from which nothing could separate him.
It was on Christmas day that West died.
"O sir," said he to Captain Ellice just an hour before he breathed his last, "how much I regret the time that I have lost! How I wish now that I had devoted more of my precious time to the study of the Word and to prayer! How many opportunities of speaking a word for Jesus I have neglected.

Once, everything seemed of importance; now, but _one_ thing is worthy of a thought." "True," answered the captain, "'the one thing needful.' It is strange that we will scarce permit ourselves to think or speak of _that_ till we come to die.

But you have thought on Jesus long ere now, have you not ?" "Yes," answered West faintly, "I have; but I take no comfort from that thought.

When I think of my past life it is only with regret.

My hope is in the Lord.