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much weaker than it was the preceding day. He said he had no pain, and was very easy and quiet. After breakfast, as I was by him, I inquired whether any of the letters he had just received were from his father or mother; and he said there was no letter from them, but two were from his brothers, and when he became stronger he would write to them. I told him I would not tire him with questions, for he needed rest. "Yes,' he replied, after I have rested awhile, I shall be better. Sometimes he would say—'God is good ;' and several times he prayed — Lord, deal gently with Thy servant.' He continued quiet, and sleeping much of the time, till half-past ten. I was with him all the time, and knew he was gradually growing weaker, but did not think he would leave us so soon as he did. I found at that time his pulse no longer perceptible, and his breathing was short though easy. I went and told Mr Jones that I feared he would not be long with us, and when I returned to the bedside, I found his eyes open and fixed. I spoke to him, but he made no reply, though he continued to breathe till about eleven, when his spirit quietly left the frail body, and soared away to the blessed mansion where sickness, suffering, and sorrow are no more. So his prayer was answered. The Lord did deal gently with him, and his end was perfect peace. I have not time now, my dear friends, to write more. I deeply sympathise with you in your loss. I, as well as the others of our station, became very much interested in Mr Righter; we loved him as our brother. We still love to think of him as our brother—a brother not lost, but before us gone to a happy land, where, after a few years, at longest, we hope again to meet, and never part.”
LETTER FROM REV. GEORGE C. KNAPP.
“DIARBEKIR, TURKEY, WEDNESDAY, Dec. 17, 1856. “DEAR AFFLICTED FRIENDS,—You will learn from the particulars of accompanying letters from other members of this mission station of the Board such intelligence as will cause your heart to bleed Dear friends, it is a sad as well as an unexpected task that we are called upon, by the inscrutable ways of Providence, to perform, while we think what must be the anguish of spirit we shall occasion to each one who reads. May the Lord grant you His grace to comfort and strengthen your hearts under the present bereavement!
“Yes, your beloved son and brother, Chester N. Righter is no more! This day it has been our mournful duty to commit his remains to the grave.
“Little did we think eight weeks ago, when he spent several days with us, the very picture of health, exhibiting so freely his characteristic cheerfulness and resolution, that we should ever be called to perform so sad a duty. Here ended his earthly pilgrimage in a twofold sense. How true that the Lord's ways are not our ways, and it is not in man to direct his steps !
“In anticipation of your wishes to learn the particulars respecting the burial services of our departed brother, I will endeavour to give you them as faithfully as my time will admit.
“Our brother died about noon of yesterday; and we chose to depart from the established custom of this people of burying the dead on the same day of their deceast, that
we might make the desired arrangements without confusion.
"Owing to this mission station being in its infancy, no Pro-estant burial-place has been secured; but our good deacon, Shemmas Sulleba, kindly offered us a space owned by him in the Syrian burying-ground. To feel secure from my fears of dissatisfaction, the bishops and patriarch of that church were consulted, and they had no objection to his being buried there, if Shenimas was willing.
“ Two of the best carpenters in the city were furnished by the English consul, by whom they were employed, who made the coffin of unusually fine boards from Erzeroom, which, fortunately, brother Walker had purchased a year ago. It was made of the shape common in America; and, according to the English custom, covered with fine black cloth. The inside was trimmed with white cambric, very tastefully plaited by our ladies. In this the body was deposited, and becomingly attired, according to the American custom.
“And now imagine yourselves seated with us in Dr Nutting's spacious sitting-room. It is one o'clock P.M. In the east end of the room, seated on a sofa, is H.B.M.'s consul, Mr Holmes, who, with his lady, had come to mingle his sympathies with ours; Major Garden, an English officer, but now a tourist and the consul's guest; Mr Mattrass, the consul's secretary, and Dr Nutting; while at their right is Rev. A. Walker; Rev. Mr Jones, from England, and secretary of the Turkish Missions' Aid Society, and myself; and opposite us three are the ladies, Mrs Holmes, Walker, Nutting, and Knapp.
“This number probably constitute all the Franks speaking English in this city. Nearly in the centre of the room
stands the table upon which are the sacred remains; and the other half of the room is crowded with the Protestant brethren and others. In the spacious court before us are several hundred persons, as also many are on the roofs of the house, all anxious to witness the funeral of a foreigner.
“The religious exercises were as follow:
“1. Singing the first twelve verses of the 90th Ps. to a chant.
“2. Prayer by the writer.
"3. An excellent and appropriate address by Rev. Henry Jones, based on Ps. xc. 12.
“4. Address by Rev. Mr Walker in Turkish.
“The above exercises occupied a little over an hour. The remains were then borne on a hearse by sixteen of the most prominent men of the Protestant community. These were preceded by two cavasses furnished by the Pasha as a mark of respect; after the bearers were the consul's two cavasses. Then followed on horseback Rev. Mr Jones, the consul, Maj. Garden, Mr Mattrass, Rev. Mr W., myself, Dr S., and Harji Hargoss, the consul's interpreter, and member of our church. Then followed a large concourse of people, as we proceeded through the main street leading to the western gate. The ladies had taken another street more retired and unobtrusive.
“Twenty minutes brought us to the gate, and passing through we turned to the left, passing along some ten or twelve rods under the high walls, after which a sharp bend to the right, winding our way mostly among the prostrate tomb-stones, about twenty rods brought us to the newly-prepared grave.
“The weather was mild and serene, and there being no snow to be seen, the heavens being clear, it resembled a genial day in spring.
The exercises at the grave were“ 1st. Singing, “There is an hour of peaceful rest.' — Tune, Woodland.'
“ 20. Prayer by Rev. Mr W. “3d. Prayer in Turkish by one of our church members. " 4th. Benediction by Rev. Mr W. in Turkish.
“The grave, of ample dimensions, between seven and eight feet deep, in the hard red-clay soil, then received its sacred trust. Under and about the coffin, upon which was placed a firm construction of boards, was deposited a large quantity of charcoal, to render more feasible disinterment should it ever be desired.
“ There were several hundred spectators, and throughout the whole day there was perfect order,
“ Our task was done! But oh! what an impressive lesson to mortal man! Here is one, who a few days since had as good a prospect of a long life as any of us, possessing apparently a firm, robust constitution, but now numbered with the dead! Let this teach the frailty of man. Let this people, as they reflect upon the noble mission of our faithful departed brother, in furnishing them with the lamp of eternal life, consider how much efforts for their salvation do cost, and likewise the additional guilt of refusing that gospel thus costing so much sacrifice of life. May we, who are permitted to remain here awhile longer, improve by this sad event, seeking to have our hearts sanctified, becoming more faithful in our Master's service, and better prepared when He shall summon us hence !-Your affectionate brother in Christ, “ GEO. C. KNAPP.”