His friends at the asylum knew that he must be drinking, and while hesitating as to their wisest course, waited anxiously for the result.

One day he was grandly eloquent.

Such power in the pulpit had never been witnessed there before--his appeals were unequalled; but so wild and impassioned that some began to fear for his reason.

At the close of this day's services, the chaplain of the institution of which he was an inmate, returned with him to the asylum, and on the way, told him frankly that he was deceiving the people--that his eloquent appeals came not from the power of the Holy Spirit, but from the excitement of drink; and that all farther conduct of the meetings must be left in other hands.

On reaching the asylum he retired, greatly agitated, and soon after died from a stroke of apoplexy.