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ment of Mr. McLennon, Charles Nicholson, Angus McLeod and Angus McLean. The descendants of some of these good men are still in the eldership. One of these old elders, at family worship, when reading the words of St. Paul, “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me,” made the following comment, “Aye, aye, Paul. I could do that myself.” And Rev. Donald Allan Fraser, who frequently assisted Mr. McLennon at his commun— ion services, on hearing some of these grand old elders speaking and praying at their preparatory meetings, remarked that he would willingly travel all the way from Blue Mountains, Nova Scotia, to Belfast, Prince Edward Island, to hear some of these old elders who had come from Dumfries and other shires in Scotland.

As a man, Mr. McLennon was most gentlemanly, pleasant and agreeable. He was celebrated for his genuine hospitality. A true Highlander, born in Ross-shire, his house was always open, not only for members of his own congregation, but for all, with— out distinction; and Mrs. McLennon, a woman of rare intelligence, kindness and amiability, made the manse of Belfast a pleasant resort alike for the friendly visitor and for the weary traveler.

After nearly thirty years of faithful service, Mr. McLennon resigned his charge of Belfast and re- turned to his native land, and on 11th February, 1852, laid down his well-used armor and received the crown of glory from the Captain of his salva- tion. He left a family of eight, four sons and four

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