Yet, although he was always ready to be called home, he was still more ready to accept the doctor's advice to take a holiday when he felt unwell.

The last sermon I heard him preach was delivered through a sore throat, a chronic malady which he exasperated by bawling.

He told us that the work and worry were too much for him, and the doctor had ordered him rest, if he wished to live.

He was going away for a week or two to see what the Lord meant to do with him; and I afterwards heard some of the prisoners wonder what the Lord _was_ doing with him.

"I speak to you as a dying man," said the chaplain, as he had said several times before when he felt unwell; and as it might be the last time he would ever preach there, he besought somebody, as a special act of gratitude, to get saved that very day.
One of the prisoners offered a different reason for the chaplain's temporary retirement.