. From the pulpit to the palm-branch; . , and thatit was much worse for him to be idle than to employ histime in such literary labour as he felt able to performwithout effort or weariness. He yielded to their entreaties,though he evidently wanted to have another opportunity ofaddressing the little company ! Mr. Harrald, his faithful armour-bearer , found out, afterwards, what text he hadselected, and the divisions of the subject that he had is an ^yidJcX facsimile of the outUne he had prepared;what would we not give to know what he w^ould have saidthen upon this topic, or what he cou
. From the pulpit to the palm-branch; . , and thatit was much worse for him to be idle than to employ histime in such literary labour as he felt able to performwithout effort or weariness. He yielded to their entreaties,though he evidently wanted to have another opportunity ofaddressing the little company ! Mr. Harrald, his faithful armour-bearer , found out, afterwards, what text he hadselected, and the divisions of the subject that he had is an ^yidJcX facsimile of the outUne he had prepared;what would we not give to know what he w^ould have saidthen upon this topic, or what he could say upon it now ? The God of patience.—Rom. xv. 5. ^-1^L/L^ ^.a^ou^ /v-^^dC^^u;/ The first hymn sung was the Scotch version of Psalmciii.— O thou, my soul, bless God the Lord ! Then the Pastor read and expounded Psalm ciii., and called on his secretary to pray. The next hymn was— Jerusalem the golden ! Mr. Spurgeon then read to the twenty-one friends assembled his exposition of Matthew xv. 21—28, which to the Palm-Branch. 37. MR. J. W, HARRALD MR. SrURGEONS ARMOUR-BEARER. 38 From the Pulpit will appear in his forthcoming Commentary on MatthewsGospeV\ a work on which he spent most of his time duringthe last month. Prayer was presented by Pastor G. Samuel,of Birmingham, and Mr. Spurgeon announced the lasthymn he ever gave out. How appropriate that choice poem,founded on some words of the sainted Samuel Rutherford,was to his approaching end— The sands of time are sinking,The dawn of heaven breaks,The summer morn Ive sighed for,— The fair, sweet morn , dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand,And glory, glory dwellethIn Immanuels land. His closing prayer was peculiarly impressive; and wellit might be, for it was the last act of worship at the lastservice he ever conducted on earth. Jan. 20.—Mr. Spurgeon went to Monti for his last drivethis morning, {^^o. Sword and Trowel, May, 1890, for hisown description of the scenery along the road.) In t
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