Mr. Sutherland preached his final sermon on the morning of June l2, |898 and his final at St. James' in the evening. He died at one o'clock on Friday morning the 8th of July 1898 after a few weeks of agony and pain, despite all the skill and care and nursing could do to save that precious young life, in the very prime of useful service and work, for God and humanity; a reference to the newspapers of Canada of the sad event, will show how the dead man's work and labour were appreciated, and how his name and personality were regarded.

On the succeeding Sabbath, a more beautiful Summer Sabbath never dawned in Charlottetown, as the beloved pastors remains were taken from his home to the church. At 3 RM. the Elders bore all that was mortal from the hearse to the stair-rails in front of the vacant pulpit. On the platform mingled with the choir, were gathered ministers of every city church, under the Rev. Thomas F. Fullerton, Interim Moderator. Not a pew nor a place in the church was unoccupied. Mourning men and women filled every available position, as the body was borne up the westem aisle; heavy black draperies, banks of funeral flowers, festooned crepe, covering platform, walls and gallery, testified to the loss felt by every member and adherent of the congregation, whom he had so faithfully loved and served, and whose love and loyalty to him had been so faithful and helpful.

The Moderator acted as master of ceremonies, assisted by Rev. G. M. Campbell, Rev. Hamlyn, and others of the city clergy, in a service so solemn in its sentiment, so mournful in its music, and so affecting in its emotional effects upon the vast assemblage of humanity present, that, even at this distance of years, no man nor woman privileged to be there has forgotten those feelings which filled all eyes with tears, and overwhelmed all hearts with sorrow. in the peroration of Rev. G. _M. Campbell's address, leaning forward over the reading desk, and looking down with streaming eyes into the face he loved so well, he cried 'Good bye, dear friend and brother; good bye, friend of God and humantty.‘ Not an eye was dry, not a heart was cold. The great congregation then rose up and filed round with the sun, each one taking a last look, that gaze on the dead which ever afterwards lives in memory, and so passed out of the church to form one of the largest corteges, that ever marched through our city streets. A mighty procession, four deep in rank, composed of mourners, Elders, Sabbath School and Church members, and adherents, friends and citizens, representing every class and creed, fell in behind the hearse, and proceeded to the People's Cemetery, through an avenue of thousands of women and children who lined the streets, from city and Province, from church to the grave; there amidst the tears and prayers and benedictions, the funeral service was spoken over the remains of him who was once Rev. David Sutherland, the grave was filled up, and we laid him

to rest awaiting the last roll—call.

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