the church importuned the Bishop for his services, under the persuasion that, in the crisis of their affairs, he could lead them to success, while without 'him they feared failure; and he, always willing to go where he was most needed, cheerfully consented.

From the very beginning his congregations increased, a new spirit possessed the hitherto-discouraged society, and finally, after consultation with others, and the maturest consideration, he decided to finish the church.

The story of this effort is told by Mr. Ballard. (B) Four thousand dollars were necessary: The finances of his own people were almost exhausted by their previous gifts, and it was apparent he must seek aid from other liberal Methodists of the city. He at once began the unpleasant task of raising the required amount. Day by day he wearily plodded the streets, weary, foot-sore, and often heart-sore, sometimes meeting with rebuff, but frequently with success. He secured three thousand dollars on subscription, and commenced the work of building, in the hope of soon completing it. But the financial disaster of 1857 suddenly came upon the country -- banks suspended, mercantile houses failed, manufactories stopped, and thousands of mechanics and laborers

were thrown out of employment. Newark, being exclusively a manufacturing city, felt the disaster most forcibly, and Mr. SHAW was compelled to suspend operations for a season. At this time he had finished the exterior of the building, laid the floors, and fitted up the basement. Everything connected with the enterprise had fallen upon him. In addition to raising the money, he supervised the work, made the contracts, and kept everything in shape, at the same time not failing to discharge all the duties of his pastorate. These cares told upon his toil-worn frame. His friends urged him to desist, but he would not. He even continued when it was necessary for him to be driven about. The church was just completed and ready for dedication, when a disease seized him-his old enemy, remittent fever-confining him to his bed, from which, alas! he never rose again.'

The fever was so violent as to cause delirium during the most of his sickness. Yet occasionally his mind was clear, and he would speak of possessing the "peace that passeth all understanding." His conversations with brethren in these lucid intervals exhibited the spirit in which he met the approach of the last enemy. It was with steadfastness of faith, serenity of heart, joyfulness of hope in Christ.

On one occasion Dr. J. S. Porter expressed the hope that he might be spared. (B) "Yes," said he; "I hope so; for I would love much to preach a while longer the Gospel of my blessed Saviour. Oh, how much more diligently would I labor."

"You have done what you could," replied the Doctor. "You could do no more. This is the belief of your fellow-workers and of all that know the extent of your labors.”

He quickly responded, "I would not rely on that. I have a better, surer foundation; for He that spared not His own Son, but freely delivered Him up for us all, will He not freely with Him give me all things? Through Him, who hath loved me, I expect to be saved."

"Yet," said Doctor Porter, "it is pleasant to know that all with whom you have been associated give expression to a sense of the faithfulness of your labors.”

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed; "but that is not my hope, and I think I could do better."

Again, one day, his physician, Dr. J. M. Ward, said, "Mr. SHAW, do you wish to live?"

"Yes," he said, "if it is the Lord's will."

"But if it is not His will?"

"Then," instantly responded the dying man, "all is well-all is peace."

On the morning of his departure, October 4th, 1858, several of his ministerial friends, meeting at his bedside, engaged him in devotions. Although able to speak only with painful effort, he always responded his hearty "Amen" whenever prayer was offered. When a hymn then current, called "Homeward Bound," was sung, he testified to his victory through Christ over the "last enemy." The sentiment of the hymn lingered in his mind; for the last words he uttered, shortly before death, were "Almost home-'most home-'most home."

Thus his devout desires outran his soul into that "better country" toward which he had been a pilgrim for many years, until at last, gently disburthened of the body, he arose from earth to heaven.

He was buried from the church, which his bereaved parishioners draped in mourning. His funeral was the first service in that sacred edifice, which had cost him his life to erect. His devoted friend, Dr. J. S. Porter, officiated, preaching from the words, "He was a good man, full of the Holy Ghost and of faith,"-a sermon which, although worthily appropriate and appreciative, could add nothing to the perfect portraiture of the text itself.

After the solemn obsequies at the church, the

body was, amid the tears of his family, his people, and his brethren in the ministry, conveyed by train, with the cars draped in mourning, and with the engine-bell ceaselessly tolling, to the graveyard at Morristown, where he had desired his dust might sleep until the "time of the restitution of all things."

Mr. SHAW was described by a contemporary as being, at forty-five, (B) "in his full prime intellectually and physically. He was six feet in height, straight limbed, well built, of fine physique, weighing about one hundred and eighty pounds. He had a dark complexion, black hair slightly tinged with gray, a bright, piercing black eye, a large mobile mouth, and a good voice, which he could manage at will."

In this "counterfeit presentment" of the outward man we discern that capacity for energetic effort and endurance which sustained him, where most men would have broken down, in a great variety and degree of work. In the harmonious action of healthy powers of body we also find one source of that cheerfulness of spirits which made his society charming. Indeed, this outward grace was the fitting sign, the worthy embodiment, and the proper servitor of his mental and moral nature. His intellect was alert, vigorous, capable of