Salem, Ore., Sept. 12th, 1933.

After some months spent in illness, our brother C. C. Crowston has departed to be "with Christ." Some five days before his "exodus" the writer spent about an hour and a half with him, and in the very presence of death found his room was really a miniature heaven. Earthly things had receded and heavenly things were attracting. Christ was truly all in all.

A large company gathered at the Springdale Gospel Hall to pay their last respects to a "brother beloved." Mr. Joseph Campbell sang two selections of our brother's own composition and chosen by him before his departure, and gave a short message on John 11 and 12, pointing out that Death was defeated in chap. 11, while Life was realized in chap. 12. The writer followed with a Gospel address, on three points:Saved BY Christ, nearly fifty years ago dear C. C. met the Lord Jesus Christ as his Saviour; Secured IN Christ was the place he had heartily enjoyed all through these years; while Satisfied WITH Christ is his present portion.

At the grave the writer gave a short word from Matt. 28:6:"He is not here,'' and from Rev. 1:18, He is there. And because of our Lord's victory over death we merely committed the body to the earth until that morning without a cloud comes when the One who is the Resurrection and the Life will claim all of His own. Mr. Fred Marshall closed with prayer, and we turned away with the feeling that a great man in Israel had fallen, although for him it was indeed "far better."

His last poem, written in the valley of the shadow of death, follows:

"Oh, that I had -wings like a dove, then would I fly away and be at rest" (Ps. 55:6).

When shall the weary journey end,
And we the hill of God ascend,
And see our Saviour's face!
We long to lay our armor by,
And join the saints that never die,
In yon bright heavenly place.

Lord, give us grace to meekly wait,
Thy hour is never, never late,
Nor does it come too soon;
Thy time is always just and right,
(Though ofttimes wrong to human sight)
Though it be night or noon.

Thy dock is scheduled well for time,
And well for that eternal clime,
And times Thyself and man;
Then let our joy and purpose be,
To see that we fit in with Thee,
And glory in Thy plan.

Our brother was a little over 63 years of age. His writings were many. Especially did our brother take great delight in verse. His best-known books were, "Manifold Purposes in Incarnation," and a book of poems, "Songs in the Night for the Children of Light."

His place will be hard to fill on this Pacific Coast. For more than forty years he has been busy sounding forth the Word of the Lord by pen and by voice. He was an unusually active tract-distributor.

Prayer is requested for the bereaved widow who has been his almost constant companion for over thirty-seven years, during the last few years traveling with him in a gospel car up and down the coast. E. K. Bailey