My Dear Brother,—In availing myself of your kind permission to supplement the short account given in your issue for February last, of the late Mr. Richard Ash Huxham, I may say on behalf of his dear aged widow, many friends, and myself, that we gratefully appreciate your kindness in allowing this to appear, and trust that our God will be glorified thereby, as His grace as manifested in His dear servant is magnified. My first personal acquaintance with him took place on the first Lord's-day in June, 1874, an acquaintance that quickly ripened in the warmest realizations of Christian love and consequent fellowship.

Was born at Totness, Devon, where he spent his youth, and there he commenced his ministry, continuing in the pastorate of the Baptist Church some fourteen years, afterwards removing to Borough Green, Kent. He also ministered for about two years at Chelmsford, then became the pastor at Rattlesden, Suffolk, for six years, and finally for four years at Aldringham. His health and strength failing he removed to Stowmarket, and for the past four years has been quite laid aside, during two of these confined to the house and helpless. So long as he could read the Bible was his chief companion, and when a brother would call and pray with him he would thank him and add his hearty Amen.

Dear Brother Winters,—It is at your request I attempt to write you a brief account of the few and evil days of my life. I was born of godly parents at Totnes, in Devonshire, on the banks of that lovely river Dart, commonly known as the English Rhine, on the 12th January, 1824. In the year 1831 I was impressed concerning my state as a sinner under the chastisement of my godly grandfather, which impression harassed me again and again for years, robbing sin of its oft would-be pleasures, by bringing to remembrance that I should have to give an account to God, which sorely galled my guilty conscience, and therefore, brought a sting within my soul.