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petty jealousies or ambitions showed themselves. That Henry Moorhouse knew the latent possibilities of his own heart is seen in a dream which which he told to one of his most in timate friends, in which he saw a number of prominent evangelists passing in review before a mirror which revealed their secret sins. When his own turn came, he confessed that his was love of the praise of men. But for this ingenuous confession no one would have dreamed it from ob serving him. Often on his way to a meeting he would repeat to himself, “My soul, be on thy guard.” One who often shared the same room with him says that sometimes he talked with the Lord Jesus in his sleep, and would murmur such expressions as these: “Precious, precious Jesus.” “I praise Thee, O Lord. “I believe in the faith that works for the Lord.” “We want more love to Thee, Lord, and to one another.” “Lord help us to walk humbly before Thee; to walk truth fully before Thee; redeeming the time because the days are evil.” “Thank the Lord.” Once he remarked, “I wish I could die for Jesus.” CLOSING DAYS The last three years of Henry’s stay on earth were marked by pain and suffering. A hacking cough threatened at times to master the lit tle spark of life. Urged to get a doc tor’s opinion, he was told that if he would stop preaching he might live for eighteen months. “How long can I live and preach,” he asked. “Possi bly nine months.” “Then,” said he,
“I shall preach Jesus for nine months.” He had to be about the Master’s business in some form, and so he raised money for a Bible Carriage, in which, with helpers, he went from town to town selling Bibles at cost price, for he *positively refused to make money off the Word of God. His one carriage was so greatly blessed that friends subscribed funds for two more. Only God knows how far-reaching and effective was this ministry. From them were sold 120,- 000 Bibles and Testaments in two years (1879 and 1880), and over 2,- 000,000 Gospel papers, tracts and books were given away. The last letter he wrote was a brief one to his dear friend Major D. W. Whittle who had written him that he expected to call on him. This is the, reply: “Dear Loved Brother: Just out of bed; first time for many a day. If I am not with the Lord, shall be real glad to see you next Tuesday; but I am very ill. Ask prayer for me to suffer for Christ better than ever I preached for Him. I only want to glorify Him. . . . 1 am glad to hear of all the blessing. Praise be to the Lord. H. M oorhouse ." But the Master called for him the night before the appointment with his friend, and on December 27th, 1880, he slipped away to be forever with Him whom not having seen he loved and served to the very end. May he, though dead, speak to the writer and the reader! May the Spirit who possessed him so fully, as fully possess us!
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