It seems but a short time since we first heard of the serious illness of our dear brother in Christ, Mr. William Kennard, of Croydon. We were then told that—"He had been near unto the golden gate; Serene he waited for the Master's calling;" and soon the solemn tidings of his departure reached us. His ransomed soul peacefully passed the border-land of time to the regions of eternal and untold felicity on Monday noon, November 12th, 1888. How apropos are the words of Milton— "'Twas a death-like sleep— A gentle wafting to immortal life." We had not the privilege of a long and intimate acquaintance with our deceased friend and brother, but whenever we met him we found him to be tender, genial, and truth-loving.…