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head, that he is not to live long, he has
lost all his cheerfulness - and with
reason, in many ways - he calls
himself a failure in life - Oh dear,
dear - Nearly every word my father
spoke in his last illness was
"Oh dear, dear" - it was dreadful.
If we spoke creation's truth, what
else should we say but that all things
end in doubt and misery.
My father was a Biblical student, and
tried to believe - he went farther and
deeper than Colenso in Biblical
errors, one winter with gout in his
foot, he took up the New Testament
and when I went to visit him he
astounded me with its historical
errors, and the confusion between the
writers of the gospels. In his