[It was on my arrival at Damascus that I learnt, from
my kind and deeply sympathising friend Mr. Farren, the
mournful intelligence that Mr. Ramsay had fallen a
victim to the cholera during my absence. He had
accompanied us as far as our first encampment at
Adra, five hours from Damascus, but returned the
following morning, having been unwell during the
night, and not feeling sufficient interest in the
excursion to induce him to come on with us.
On re-entering Damascus, symptoms of cholera became
apparent; all remedies proved ineffectual, and, at
three on the morning of the 8th of June, my poor
friend was released from suffering.
I cannot refrain from inserting the closing lines of
his Journal, and the supplement which I observe has
been added in pencil since it left my hands:—“
We had
sent on Missirie to Mr. Farren’s, to ask for rooms in
his house for strangers, but this had been destroyed
by the earthquake, so we found our way to the
Convent, where . . .” “In less than three days
afterwards, the writer of this Journal, dear William,
ended his earthly career, leaving us good hope to
believe that he has entered the New Jerusalem, and is
there enjoying the blessing of that rest prepared for
the people of God.”]