I am so glad to see those who will talk to me about Jesus Christ, and his precious salvation." I replied, "May the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who carried them through the days of their pilgrimage, and brought them safe to a city which hath foundations, bring you there too, and bless you all the remaining days of your journey till you get home! I am going to see several serious friends this evening, who would be glad, I know, to receive a message from one who has had so much experience of a Saviour's mercies.

What shall I say to them ?" "Tell them, sir, with my Christian love and respects, that you have been to see a poor dying old man, who wants nothing at all in this world but more grace to praise the Lord with." So ended our first interview.

I could not help reflecting, as I returned homewards, that, as the object of my journey to the infirmary had been to carry instruction and consolation myself to the poor and the sick; so the poor and the sick were made instrumental to the conveying of both instruction and consolation to my own heart in a very superior degree.
I saw him four or five times afterwards, and always found him in the same happy, patient, thankful, and edifying state of mind and conversation.
The last time I was with him, he said, "Sir, I long to be at my heavenly home, but I am willing to remain a traveller as long as my Lord and Master sees good." He died {203} not long after my last sight of him, in the steadfast assurance of faith, and with a full hope of immortality.
Footnotes: {87} The mother died not long after her daughter; and I have good reason to believe that God was merciful to her, and took her to himself.
An interesting account of a visit recently made to the Dairyman's cottage appeared in the _Christian Guardian_ for October 1813.

A still more recent visit to the good old Dairyman (who still lives, at the age of eighty-two) has been made by the author of this narrative.

(_June_ 1814) The good old Dairyman died in 1816.