AMONG the police of Eastbourne Mr. Jackson was in much favor, as they were acquainted with the genuineness and value of his work; and, at several of their stations, he held weekly meetings for reading the Scriptures and prayer. His last visit was indeed paid to them. About noon on 31st October, 1883, he entered the Leeman Street Station of the Second Division of Metropolitan Police. At the request of a party of constables who were being photographed he was taken with them; after which he distributed tracts, and gave a short gospel address to the men. We spent the evening with a party of friends in North London, and himself sung with deep feeling—
‘I am weary of loving what passes away;
The dearest, the sweetest, the best, may not stay;
I long for the land where all partings are o’er,
Where death and where time can part us no more.’
His emotion overcame him, and Mrs. Jackson finished the hymn alone.
“That night the first symptoms of his disease were observed, and the next morning there was a consultation of physicians. A week of suffering and weakness followed, and he gradually. sunk. His was holy dying, as his faith remained firm, and his anticipation of glory brightened with increasing weakness. When he could scarcely speak, he said, ‘Tell them about Jesus’! In the day of his departure he said, ‘I see Jesus!’ He repeated the name that is above every name. He exclaimed, ‘All in the glory land.’ His last words of consciousness were, ‘Help me, dear Jesus! I am going home—to die no more—Jesus.’ And so he passed away over to the other side in his seventy-sixth year.”
So it is the soul that has tasted that the Lord is gracious loves to proclaim to sinners and to saints His work, and to see Him who is indeed the fairest among ten thousand and the altogether lovely. “Chosen of God, and precious” to us also that believe in the preciousness. “And he that believeth on him shall not be confounded.”