has a lesson or lessons of its own. William Deans was a true man, and eminently Christ-like, so that, even to those who were not personally acquainted with him, the perusal of this simple narrative may not be in vain. Scanty materials and lack of leisure have rendered difficult the execution of my task, but the preparation of this little volume has been, on the whole, a labour of love. I lay it before the Lord, in the hope that He will be pleased to accept of it as an attempt to glorify His Name in the person of His servant. And I submit it to the reading public, in the hope that it will receive precisely the treatment which it deserves. 6, Regent Terrace, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, May, 1869. NOTE. As to the portrait prefixed, a word of explanation is due. The fact is, that the original negative was unfortunately broken, and another had to be obtained from a carte. The resulting picture is thus necessarily imperfect, and gives an inadequate impression of the personal appearance of Mr. Deans. CHAPTER I. Introductory. The most beloved of earth Not long survives to-day; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, Thus does the shade In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid. H. K. WHITE. To thee the love of woman hath gone down; F. HEMANS. B |