WHEN Goodwin felt death approach, he sweetly said, “Then I shall hold uninterrupted fellowship with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ. My corruptions, uncle! which I have long groaned, and against which I have so long contended, shall mar my felicity no more forever.”
The last words of Rogers were, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit!”
Saunders clasped his stake, kissed it, and exclaimed, “Welcome, Cross of Christ! welcome, ye fagots and ye flames, destined to consume my mortal body; but which, instead of hurting, shall only serve to raise this immortal spirit to the mansions of glory!”