He continued to work at it till the November of 1849, when he caught a severe cold, which brought on an attack of fever, and from that time he never entirely rallied.
One of the last pleasures of his life deserves to be mentioned.

He had always had a strong feeling for the Jews, and had longed to work for their conversion, praying that he might at least do something towards it.
After his last illness had begun, a letter was read to him by his wife, giving an account of a German Jew who had been led, by reading the history of his toils in Burmah in the Gospel cause, to study Christianity and believe.

"Love," he said presently, his eyes full of tears, "this frightens me.

I do not know what to make of it." "What ?" "What you have just been reading.

I never was deeply interested in any object; I never prayed sincerely and fervently for anything, but it came at some time--no matter how distant a day--somehow, in some shape, probably the last I should have devised, it came.