There, in a missionary family, he had the best of attendance, and after a week of delirious wanderings, he finished his earthly course, and was laid to rest in the cemetery of the Dutch hospital.

His first wife was taken from him at Salonica, his first-born at Antioch, a second child at Bitias, and a third at Kessab; and the father sleeps in Smyrna, his old home.
"Far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be,-- And yet it is a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep." Repeated bereavements chastened the strong and decided character of Mr.Morgan.He grew in the grace of patience, and in spirituality and self-abnegation.

He was an indefatigable worker, and was fitted to exert, as he did, a commanding influence on the policy of the mission.

He soon made himself familiar with the Turkish language, and never wearied of studying its beautiful structure, and wrote some of the best Turkish hymns.

The well known hymn,--"Not all the blood of beasts"-- he clothed with not a little of the strength and power of the original.[1] [1] See _Missionary Herald_, 1865, pp.