It will teach us to love life, brethren, when life is becoming bitter, and to prize the blessings around us; for as every man has his cares, brethren, so has each man his blessings.

It will likewise teach us not to love life over much, seeing that we must one day part with it.

It will teach us to face death with resignation, and will preserve us from sinking amidst the swelling of the river Jordan." And when he had concluded his address, he said, "Let us sing a hymn, one composed by Master Charles Wesley--he was my countryman, brethren.
'Jesus, I cast my soul on thee, Mighty and merciful to save; Thou shalt to death go down with me, And lay me gently in the grave.
This body then shall rest in hope, This body which the worms destroy; For thou shalt surely raise me up, To glorious life and endless joy.'" Farewell, preacher with the plain coat, and the calm serious look! I saw thee once again, and that was lately--only the other day.

It was near a fishing hamlet, by the seaside, that I saw the preacher again.

He stood on the top of a steep monticle, used by pilots as a look-out for vessels approaching that coast, a dangerous one, abounding in rocks and quicksands.