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...youth, and gathered round him in his declining years " honour, love, obedience, troops of friends." " The tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls." At the Conference of 1852 he felt it needful to retire from the full work of the ministry, and fixed...

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