to spend the day in trying to rest than to work." He always worked at
a white heat or he was sick.

Brother Powell was a consecrated man, and with this I shall close.
His eloquence was appreciated. He had calls to go elsewhere, to
greater fields with larger salary, to apparently greater popularity,
but these he always and unhesitatingly declined. He stayed with us,
and I believe that it was Brother Powell's sympathy with the Lord
Jesus Christ in those poor, degraded races that led him to say, I
will give my life to them and let the honors and emoluments of the
world go. Such was the man we loved and honored in our hearts.


EULOGY BY PRESIDENT TAYLOR.

I knew Brother Powell, of whom the friends have spoken so
beautifully, touching our hearts so deeply.

I was most impressed by two things in Brother Powell--his radiant
joyousness and his delightful humor, and the ease with which he could
make the transition from the telling of a funny story to the uttering
of a devout prayer, thus leading others with him up to the very steps
of the throne of grace.

A while ago, in Scotland, there was an old Covenanter, William
Guthrie by name, who had a disposition very much like Brother
Powell's, full of joyousness and fun--let us call things by their
right names--and on one occasion a large number of brethren gathered
together in his manse, among whom was James Durham, better known as
the author of a book on Revelation, who was a popular minister in