how much suffering supported under! But in all, the tender mercies, the loving-kindness, the infinite forbearance of my heavenly Father, have predominated; and it is only through. the continued exercise of his watchful love that I am permitted to make this record. Having obtained help of him, I am spared to begin another year. May I be prepared, oh Lord, for all that it may develop, and by thy grace be enabled to spend it in a diligent and holy manner.

In the spring of this year, a sudden and severe illness incurred in the dissecting-room, and through a slight scratch upon his finger, assuming the form of disease which the subject he was dissecting died of, had well-nigh proved fatal to the student. It interrupted his prosperous course of lectures and study, and, without doubt, laid the foundation of the organic disease of the lungs, that afterwards terminated his mortal existence. This dangerous illness is referred to as follows, in a letter to his Mother, of date, New York, April 4th, 1842:

DEAR AND HONORED MOTHER-Before this is sent, George will have despatched a letter mentioning my unusual sickness, from which, through the gracious blessing of God, I am now rapidly convalescent. By the kind invitation of our good friend, Mrs. Osborn, I left my room on Saturday, and came up here to recruit a week under her excellent care and motherly attention, which it is truly grateful to me to experience. A fortnight ago, the weather being mild, we were obliged to have the windows open while dissecting, and the currents of air playing probably too freely around my head, gave me a very severe cold, not causing so much of asthma as usual, but a sharp pain in my right side, and, finally, inflammation of the lower lobe of the right lung. George went at once for Dr.

Washington, and by His blessing who alone can control disease, upon the doctor's prompt and skilful treatment, the inflammation was subdued.

My friends have been exceedingly kind. Among others, Dr. Linsly called, and kindly offered me his horse and barouche as soon as I should be able to go out. Thus, though I have been smitten with the rod of correction, yet has it been in love, and between every blow, mercies and goodness unspeakable have flowed in upon me from the same Divine hand. "Bless the Lord, oh my soul, and forget not all his benefits." Well may I say, in view of God's marvellous goodness to me, How great thy grace to me ;" and I think I feel sincerely to add,

My life which thou hast made thy care,

Lord, I devote to thee.

I do most earnestly hope that this sickness will be for the glory of God, in making me more mindful of my latter end, and more devoted to his blessed service than I have hitherto been. The Lord has sent it in mercy I have no doubt. I was getting immersed in my studies, and perhaps making my plans with too much self-dependence, and I needed some unusual stroke of Providence to arouse me from my insensibility, and bring me back to where I ought always to abide a prayerful posture at the foot of the Cross.

Dear George has watched over me with his accustomed tenderness, and has been, as you know he always is, one of the best and most attentive brothers in the world. I have had as yet not the least check or relapse. The Lord's goodness is uninterrupted. Blessed be his name.

New York City, First Avenue, May 23rd, 1842. MY VERY DEAR SISTER-I was little aware that while writing my last epistle I was sending a bomb-shell into the little camp at home, that was to shake it to its very centre

scatter anxiety and dismay through all its precincts, and seriously disturb for a time the intellect and judgment of at least two of its occupants. I mean dear Mother and yourself; for I must conclude that you were laboring under a state of mental concussion, or you could not have penned so urgent and pathetic an invitation for my immediate return to the asthmatic region of the Kennebec. It is indeed painful to say nay to your urgent request, couched, as it is, in the most yearning and affectionate terms. It is painful that we could not all be together, with one accord in one place, forming one happy family, enjoying each other's society without interruption and without separation. But this we could not. expect, and it is what few families experience.

I have not forgotten, I can assure you, the severe trial and long protracted sufferings that I was called to endure last summer, while on my otherwise pleasant and delightful visit at home. Those sufferings, I have, alas! too much reason to know, would be again renewed with equal severity, were I to attempt the experiment again. A few weeks, when the last of July or first of August shall arrive, I am willing to risk in what to me, so far as my health is concerned, is, in fact, an enemy's country; but an immediate return, to spend the whole summer as I spent the last, in a gasping, agonizing conflict, with my old invulnerable foe, is what I cannot think of, and it is what you ought not, on sober reflection, to ask. Our dear Mrs. Osborne is like a mother to me-kind and attentive to every want, sympathizing and considerate.

I have not attended any of the spring course of lectures, from which, before my sudden sickness, I was reckoning to derive so much benefit, as I have been afraid of exposure in cold lecture-rooms, and drafts of air. I have, however, the benefit of reading in the "Lancet" most accurate reports, revised by the author, of Dr. Swett's excellent lectures on diseases of the chest.

I cannot deny that I am not as well yet as I was during

the winter. Though not down sick-able to be out, yet I pass many days under the incubus of my relentless malady; and that incubus-that weight of oppression that iron grasp, though you have mercifully not experienced it, you have still seen enough of your suffering brother to know full well what it is. I cannot deny but that under such circumstances, I sometimes get into darkness and the deeps, fairly depressed by the superincumbent load of suffering-bruised, broken, and wounded, both in body and mind, under the sharp and continued stroke of the Almighty's hand, in the form of an incorrigible and energetic disorder. But I strive to bow with resignation to his holy will, and pray that all my sufferings may be truly sanctified.

"Since life in sorrow must be spent,

So be it-I am well content,
And meekly wait my last remove,
Seeking only growth in love.
No bliss I seek, but to fulfil

In life, in death, thy lovely will;
No succors in my woes I want,
Save what Thou art pleased to grant.
Love is our only business here-
Love, simple, constant, and sincere;
Oh, blessed days thy servants see,
Spent, oh Lord, in pleasing thee !"

CHAPTER XIII.

TRIALS IN OBTAINING HIS PROFESSION-HOPES CROWNED

WITH A MEDICAL DEGREE VOYAGE TO CUBA, WITH NOTES OF LIFE AT HAVANA.

When, Father, thou dost send the chastening rod,
Oh, what am I that I should dare reply,
Tny love arraign, thy righteousness deny,
And set the creature in array with God?
Far be it from my soul to question thee,
For I am nought. Be this my only prayer,
That I may have due strength the rod to bear,
And bless the hand that doth environ me.
So that, what time the outward man doth perish,
Smitten with many stripes, inflicted deep,
The inward man renewed hopes may cherish,
And high above the storms in glory sweep.

We sink in the deep waters-but thy hand

Shall hold us in the waves, and bring us safe to land.

T. C. UPHAM.

THE sentiments of this submissive Scripture sonnet were often in the heart and upon the lips of him to whose memory we rear this book, as its only proper monument. No useless tomb-stone or epitaph marks his sepulchre in the sea; but we are fain to hope that we are building here, out of his own remains, a liv