CHAPTER XIV.

_CLOSING DAYS._

For most of what is contained in this chapter we are indebted to Dr.

Robert Roxburgh, brother-in-law of Mr. Balfour, who, being with him, had

special opportunities of knowing his mind and bearing, during his

closing days. He says:--“Sanguine and impetuous natures sometimes, under

special strain, become clouded over with a gloom that is all the deeper

because it is unwonted. According to the size and wealth of a man’s

soul, are his capacities for joy and grief, for hope and discouragement.

So also the most saintly and faithful of mankind are permitted at times

to pass through depths of spiritual conflict and sorrow, to which those

whose devotion is less real and ardent are strangers. Religious

biography abounds in illustrations of this, and experiences such as

Bunyan has recorded of himself are not without parallel, in the history

of all to whom spiritual things have been as vividly real as they were

to Bunyan.

“In 1885 Mr. Balfour underwent such a period of eclipse. The general

commercial depression of that and the immediately preceding years had

obliged him to limit the number of benefactions, which it was his

delight to bestow on multitudinous objects dear to him, and seemed to

his eager mind to hamper the development of those large schemes of

benevolence which he loved to plan or to help. Probably he exaggerated

to himself the fear that his usefulness might be seriously impaired, and

his enthusiasm suffered a check. Other obscure influences may also have

been at work, in giving his mind a morbid set. He began to lose the

filial confidence and sense of the Divine favour, which were

indispensable to him. With painful probings of conscience, he searched

his heart for the sin which he thought must be lurking there, and

averting from him the countenance of his Father in heaven.

“In this connection it may be noted that Mr. Balfour’s faith was of a

peculiarly realistic type. He was quite untouched by those present-day

tendencies which minimise the conception of a personal Deity, and under

the domination of scientific ideas of force, create one that is vague

and far distant. As in the saints of patriarchal times, reference to the

will of God was a daily, hourly habit with him. He was wont to read the

Divine purposes in the every-day circumstances of life, and perhaps he

fell into the error of a too great readiness, to connect external events

with inferences as to God’s favour or displeasure. When, therefore, the

bright vision which was his constant inspiration, became veiled, and

‘the heavens,’ as he then expressed it, ‘became as brass,’ he was

plunged into the deepest dejection. Conversing with him, I suggested

that physical conditions probably underlay the mental troubles he was

enduring. He strenuously opposed this view, declaring that, so far as

bodily well-being was concerned, he was absolutely free from any trace

of ill-health. The sequel hardly bore out this opinion, but he

maintained it unchanged till the last. While repudiating the shallow

materialism, which would attempt to explain all such mysterious moral

conditions, by a reference to physical fact alone, and while convinced

that Heaven-taught natures are the scene of moral conflicts, surprises,

defeats, and victories which lie beyond the horizon of the unregenerate

and earthly man, we have yet to acknowledge that in the strange

interworkings of body and mind, these very struggles may take origin,

which are pregnant with moral results to the individual soul.

“In September of the same year, Mr. Balfour became affected with

symptoms which gave rise to anxiety in regard to his health. It was

considered advisable that he should consult Sir Henry Thompson in

London; and a characteristic episode occurred during that gentleman’s

visit to him. Mr. Balfour was at that time much engrossed with the

subject of a cheap and pure milk-supply for the poorer inhabitants of

our large towns. Sir Henry is a well-known authority on matters of diet.

He had to put Mr. Balfour under chloroform, in order to make the

requisite exploration for what, it was feared, might be a dangerous

source of mischief. His astonishment may be pictured when, on recovering

from the anæsthetic, his patient did not stop to ask one question about

the complaint, or the surgeon’s discoveries, but at once launched forth

on the subject of milk, eagerly seizing the opportunity to enlist the

medical man’s interest in the matter, and to secure his authority for

his own views! The assistant who stood by whispered to Mrs. Balfour,

‘Not out of the chloroform yet;’--he was not accustomed to the sight of

patients who treated their ailments with such serene indifference.

“It will be observed that the spiritual depression, under which Mr.

Balfour was then labouring, did not hinder him in his continuous plans

and efforts for the benefit of others, nor could he bear to think that

business depression should cripple the many institutions which depended

on his pecuniary support. Though at times walking in utter darkness of

soul, he would not give way to self-absorption, nor relax his vigilance

over the wants of his fellows. He still accounted himself but the

steward of his possessions, and if current income did not meet the

extent of his benevolent impulses, he still had capital to fall back

upon.”

His condition of mind is portrayed by himself, in a letter addressed to

his partner, Mr. Williamson, bearing date, Mount Alyn, 15th February

1885:--

“You have rendered me another true kindness in having written me as you

have done, when sending me the reflection of Thomas à Kempis. The

distress and suffering I endure, from a sense of the withdrawment of

God’s favour and help, I cannot find language to express, and my

inability to be helpful to others; it is beyond my power to portray. You

write as if other people had suffered as I do, and that from their minds

God had been pleased to lift the cloud after a time. Will you pray for

me that this may occur to me. In God’s grace and mercy is my only hope.

The lines are continually coming into my mind--

‘Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord?’

and I can only trust that former convictions may come back to me. Like

the Psalmist, I most earnestly desire to wait on the Lord. Of His

goodness and righteousness I am fully aware in all His dealings with

myself, but His mercy is what I absolutely stand in need of. I shall do

my best to put away from my mind moodiness and doubt. I cannot believe I

have cherished these from mere mental speculations, but wave on wave of

trouble has come on me, and I have been obliged to reflect as to what

all this can mean. I shall do my best to follow your advice. Excuse

these sad thoughts from your affectionate friend,

A. BALFOUR.”

* * * * *

Often the darkest hour is just before the dawn of day. By-and-by a

change set in, which Mr. Balfour received with thankful heart, as a

precious and undeserved gift from his Heavenly Father.

“In a letter dated 28th November 1885,” continues Dr. Roxburgh, “after

referring to the announcement that his friend, Mr. Samuel Smith, had

lost his seat for Liverpool, an event which he describes as ‘a calamity

to the town, and a great discouragement,’ as ‘he was doing a work in

Parliament on behalf of poor children, and in favour of social reform

generally, that was unique of its kind,’ he goes on to say:--‘I know

that you will join with me in deep thankfulness that the dark cloud

under which for so many months I lived, is, through God’s mercy, I

humbly believe, passing away, and that I am again allowed to take my

place at the feet of the Saviour, a sinner--a forgiven sinner.

Everything is beginning to be different, and I never can be grateful

enough to sovereign goodness and grace.’ Again, on the 31st December he

writes:--’ ... Meanwhile I want to write a line or two which may serve

as conveying our benedictions on your mother and the household, as one

year closes and another opens. Please thank your mother warmly for

writing me as she has done, and assure her that her words and her

example give the strongest support to some of us, who have not had such

full experience of the sufficiency of God’s grace for every circumstance

of our lives, as she has had. I wish you all to know, that the sympathy

and prayers I know I had during my dark days from you all, were of

incalculable value to me. I trust the affliction I passed through had,

as one effect, the breaking down to the ground much in me that was

displeasing to God. I have sought to lie at His feet, in the dust, and

to remain there. I too would now “sing of mercy” as well as “of

judgment.”’ These touching utterances from one who was both lion-hearted

and transparently sincere in every word, are surely evidence of high

attainment in that very ‘growth in grace’ for which he so earnestly

longed. Cheered by new revelations of the sufficiency of God for every

need, he threw himself into the winter’s work, and as the doctors

disapproved of the daily journey from the country, he took a house in

town, to be near the friends and the labours most congenial to him.”

One interesting circumstance should be mentioned, in connection with the

removal of the cloud of spiritual depression which hung so darkly over

him. Years before, he had been in the habit of attending the annual

meetings of the Mildmay Conference. He greatly valued them, and wished

others to participate in the benefit. Accordingly, at a fitting time, he

put a cheque into the hands of various ministers and friends, and warmly

invited them to go to London to attend the Conference, in the hope that

they might catch something of the Christian warmth and enthusiasm which

prevailed. On their return, he proposed the establishing of a Liverpool

“Christian Convention,” founded somewhat on the same model. The plan was

cordially entered into and carried out. A Convention is held each

October in Hope Hall, Liverpool, Mr. Balfour’s friend, Mr. Thomas

Matheson, being chairman of the Committee of Arrangement. Mr. Balfour

delighted in these meetings. He was present at the Convention in

October 1885, and it seems to have been there and then that the dark

cloud rifted, and the smile of his Heavenly Father’s countenance was

seen again. Thus did that Convention, of which he was the chief

promoter, for the good of the community, become a well-spring of water

to his own thirsty soul. The burden fell from his shoulders. For what he

had done for others, the Lord rewarded him into His own bosom. He

stayed, on the occasion referred to, with the present writer, and it was

delightful to see refreshment fall upon him, like rain upon the mown

grass. The joy and blessing of restoration to peace, and to a lively

sense of his Redeemer’s favour, were to him beyond all price. They

returned to him gradually, but the first dawn was now.

“Henceforth,” Dr. Roxburgh continues, “his mental peace was unclouded,

and his useful activity unceasing; and no one who looked upon his lithe,

agile figure, and came under the spell of his inspiring presence and

genial smile, could have guessed that his earthly course was nearly run,

and that, while to outward seeming, he was instinct with bodily energy,

the seeds were already germinating of the disease which was to lay its

swift arrest upon his beneficent career.

“In the beginning of March of the following year, 1886, while staying in

bed for a slight cold, he was discovered by the medical man in

attendance to be the subject of an internal growth, which had already

assumed very serious dimensions, and which was of a peculiarly

threatening character. This insidious malady, as was now clearly proved,

had given rise to the symptoms before alluded to, although its presence

had not been suspected. A consultation was immediately decided on. Four

medical men were present, and the spokesman having candidly pronounced

what was almost equivalent to a sentence of death, Mr. Balfour received

the statement in silence, and without the slightest disquietude. After a

moment’s pause, he said, ‘Well, Doctor, that is an announcement that

must come to each of us sooner or later. The great thing is, that it

should find us resting on the Rock of our salvation.’ When the doctors

were gone, and he was left alone with his wife, whose distress was too

deep for speech, after a time of silent and deep emotion, he recovered

himself, and said, ‘I must communicate at once with Samuel Smith about

the Y. M. C. A. They may need another trustee.’ Even at that solemn

crisis the service of God and of man was uppermost in his thoughts.

“Those only, who have lived through similar experiences, can imagine the

crushing weight of anxiety which now fell upon those nearest and dearest

to Mr. Balfour, or can picture their intense desire to cling to every

shred of hope, and appeal to every human resource which pointed even to

the possibility of recovery. The tidings soon spread to those with whom

he had been specially associated in good works, and came upon many with

the weight of a stunning blow. ‘We could spare any one better than him,’

was the ejaculation of hearts wrung with grief and astonishment. Then it

was that those who had been leaning on him, as on a rock, who had been

cheered on by the sunshine of his smile, and moved by the talisman of

his deep and warm sympathy, began to realise how much he was to them,

and how unspeakably poorer the world would be without him. Special

meetings were held in many quarters for intercession that a life so

precious might yet be preserved. Private prayers of deep earnestness

were offered up in many a household throughout the country where his

name was revered, though in some he was personally unknown, and hope,

bred of desire, began to be entertained, that something might yet be

done to avert the impending blow.

“The result of the consultation already referred to was a resolution to

obtain the opinion of Dr. Thomas Keith, the eminent Edinburgh surgeon,

as to the possibility of a remedial operation, and a journey to

Edinburgh was accordingly undertaken. Most happily, the malady was

wholly unattended with suffering, and interfered in a very slight degree

with Mr. Balfour’s customary activity. This was a cause of special

thankfulness, as he was of peculiarly sensitive organisation, and could

hardly bear either to suffer severe physical pain himself, or to hear

about it in others. He had, indeed, an exceptional dislike to all

subjects of conversation bearing, however distantly, on bodily

suffering, a fact which rendered the more remarkable his perfect

composure in the prospect of a dangerous operation. When in Edinburgh,

he unburdened himself daily to God in prayer, seeking only that His will

should be done, and that a right decision should be arrived at; and

having thus cast his care upon God, he seemed to take no further thought

on the matter. Those who then enjoyed the privilege of very intimate

communion with him can never forget that spectacle of childlike faith

and Christian heroism. His thoughtfulness for others, even in the

minutest details, and his entire unconsciousness of self, were

associated with a docility and gentleness which, in one of such forcible

and commanding will, were singularly lovely. A divine peace seemed to

possess the man, and the glory of heaven was already irradiating his

brow.

“After several anxious interviews, Dr. Keith pronounced that the risk of

operating would be so serious that, on his own responsibility, he could

not incur it. While fully convinced that without an operation death was

inevitable, he yet hesitated to plunge such a man as he saw before him

into extreme and immediate danger. His advice was, that the greatest

surgical authority in the county, Sir James Paget, should be asked to

give the final decision, Dr. Keith agreeing to abide by it, whatever it

might be. This counsel, though it prolonged the period of suspense, was

so manifestly generous and wise, that it was at once followed.

“A circumstance clings to my memory in connection with the journey to

London. When we left Edinburgh, Dr. Keith happened to be travelling by

the same train to Cumberland. Mr. Balfour had observed him drive up to

the station, and immediately invited him to travel in our carriage.

“Just look at Alexander!” exclaimed my sister; and there I saw him, as

if in the days of full health, carrying Dr. Keith’s valise to the

railway carriage. His old instinct for giving help would take no

denial.

“The result of our visit to London was that, after careful deliberation,

Sir James Paget advised the operation, as offering the only alternative

to certain, and probably painful, death. On the receipt of this

judgment, Dr. Keith wrote to me:--‘Now that I am away from the personal

influence of Mr. Balfour, I quite agree that it should be done.’ The

integrity and kindness of both these distinguished men were deeply felt

by Mr. Balfour, and their agreeing in opinion was a source of much

satisfaction to him.

“From this time forward he preserved the habitual calm and cheerfulness

of ordinary life. A few minutes after the crucial judgment had been

given by Sir J. Paget, he accompanied one or two near friends to the

exhibition of Holman Hunt’s pictures then being held in Bond Street. One

of the party afterwards said, ‘I remember how he stood before “The Light

of the World,” with the light of another world reflected on his face. I

felt that heaven was very near.’ The day was stormy and cold, and he was

repeatedly heard to deplore that a friend, who was to cross the Channel

that day from the Continent, should have such trying weather. His

friend’s welfare appeared to be present to his mind much more than his

own destiny.”

The following brief extracts from letters written by Mr. Balfour during

his illness, and some of them on the very brink of eternity, to Mr.

Christopher Bushell, will serve to illustrate the unruffled tranquillity

of his spirit and his unwavering trust in his Saviour.

“BELLEVUE, PRINCE’S PARK, LIVERPOOL,

_January 2, 1886_.

“Having been out of sorts for a little while back, I have not been

regularly at business, and have not been across to see you; but you

know how much I desire that you should both be well and in the

enjoyment of every blessing, now and always. We have had the boys

at home from school, which has kept the house lively, and we have

had a quiet and happy Christmas with them and the little ones, who,

I am thankful to say, are all well. I often look back on our

Christmas last year, with the illnesses which our children then

had, and contrast that dark time with the brightness and

tranquillity we now enjoy, so that if any one should sing a new

song, I am the person.”

“BELLEVUE, _March 22, 1886_.

“MY DEAR MR. BUSHELL,--How very kind of you to think of me as you

do. I almost grudge to use those beautiful grapes, as they might be

more useful to some other person. Do accept our earnest, best

thanks, and understand that by your prayers, you do me a greater

service than can be rendered by the angels in heaven. I continue

carefully to follow out the orders of the doctor. Yesterday

afternoon I attended church with my wife.”

“BELLEVUE, _March 26, 1886_.

“I send a line or two that you may know that Dr. Dobie and Mr.

Bickersteth were here yesterday evening. They, as well as my

brother-in-law, Dr. Roxburgh, examined me, and they agree, I am

sorry to tell you, that a tumour has been formed, on which Mr.

Bickersteth refuses to operate. Dr. Dobie and Dr. Roxburgh

recommend us to go to Edinburgh, that Dr. Keith may see me, and we

think of going to-day at 1.45. We hope to return soon. Dr. Roxburgh

goes with us, which is a great comfort. May I hope for your

continued prayers that God’s will may be my will. His will is best,

whatever we poor mortals may think.”

“BRUNSWICK HOUSE, HANOVER SQUARE, LONDON,

_March 31, 1886_.

“You and others are overwhelming me by your kindness; and all I can

say is, I am deeply conscious how unworthy of it I am. Thank you

indeed for having written my wife as you have done. Yesterday

morning we left Edinburgh for this, and Dr. Keith, having

professional duties at Penrith, accompanied us so far; and as Dr.

Roxburgh is with us, you will say I am well attended. Sir James

Paget was here this morning, and has given it as his opinion that

an operation should be performed. We therefore place the whole

subject in Dr. Keith’s hands, and have left him to decide regarding

everything. No doubt we shall hear the result on Friday. Meantime,

we go to Bellevue to-morrow morning, all being well. We hear Mr.

Williamson may cross the Channel to-day, and I am sorry the weather

is likely to be rough. I am glad he is returning so much benefited

by his stay at Cannes. My wife joins me in loving messages to Mrs.

Bushell and yourself; and I wish you always to believe me your

grateful, affectionate friend,

“A. BALFOUR.”

So ends the correspondence between these two friends, of whom it would

be difficult to say which admired and loved the other most. Sickness did

not interrupt, it rather deepened, this fellowship of heart and mind;

and death itself suspended it only for a little season. During this

waiting time Mr. Balfour’s thoughts were bent as eagerly as ever on the

welfare of his beloved city. Shortly before the operation was decided

upon, in taking leave of his old friend, the Rev. Thomas M’Pherson of

Liverpool, he said, looking on him with his earnest eyes, “Liverpool is

better, and will be better; and if it be God’s will that I should go, He

will raise up others for the work.”

After church, on the Sunday evening before the operation, the present

writer called upon him. His mind was full of the old familiar themes;

the good of Liverpool, the repression of intemperance, the milk-supply,

the condition of the sailors, and the like. Then he spoke of the great

goodness of the Saviour to himself. When we had prayed and given thanks

together, his anxious wife kneeling beside us, he accompanied us to the

door, poured out the expression of gratitude for kindness which “he

could never, while he lived, forget,” though to us it seemed that all

the kindnesses had been on the other side. He took his hat, and, late as

it was, would fain have walked with us part of the way, with the old

warm-hearted courtesy which was inseparable from his nature. It was with

difficulty that he was restrained on the plea of prudence. He spoke the

word “farewell,” and we saw his face no more.

The notes of engagements, &c., in his pocket diary, during the closing

weeks of his life, indicate that his accustomed thoughts kept their

ordinary channel, and that his accustomed employments, though

necessarily restricted, were not given up.

In March 1886 we find such entries as the following:--

“_March 12._ Strangers’ Rest at 3.30 and 7 P.M.

“_March 18._ Committee of Orphanage; Mersey Mission annual meeting.”

The closing memoranda in the beginning of April, as entered in his firm

unaltered handwriting, are these:--

“_April 1._ Home to Liverpool.

“_April 2._ Resting quietly.

“_April 3._ Dr. Keith writes he is willing to come to Mount Alyn to

perform operation about 12th or 13th.

“_April 4._ Sunday. Had a Bible-reading with my wife--1 Pet. i. 1-12.

Thankful for truths. Dr. Dobie came about 5 P.M.”

And there the record ceases, with the expression of thankfulness to the

last, and thankfulness for truths of unutterable preciousness to the

living and the dying man:--“That the trial of your faith, being more

precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire,

might be found unto praise and honour and glory, at the appearing of

Jesus Christ, whom having not seen ye love; in whom, though now ye see

Him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of

glory; receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your

souls.”

“Christianity,” continues Dr. Roxburgh, “as exemplified in Alexander

Balfour’s career, was essentially a practical religion, whose issues did

not exist only in futurity. His whole life had borne conspicuous

testimony to the fact that the faith of Christ, when accompanied by the

Spirit of Christ, instead of impoverishing, greatly enriches the natural

resources of a man’s being. It was through it that he had been able to

become at once, an accomplished man of the world, and the most unworldly

of men. As in the case of the heroic General Gordon, who predeceased

him, and with whose character his had many affinities, constant

communion with Heaven rendered him a better citizen of earth. To him

secular activities were not inconsistent with sacred aspirations. An

entire submission to the will of God implied no ascetic withdrawal from

social occupations and duties. Nay, rather it enforced the doing of

these, with the authority of Divine sanction. This striking

characteristic now shone out with singular beauty. The fact that he

stood so near the brink of death made no appreciable difference, either

in his demeanour or his interests. He pursued his accustomed avocations

with the same hearty zeal as before; interested himself keenly in

political questions, those especially which concerned the moral

well-being of the people; threw himself with his habitual freshness of

sympathy into the plans for ameliorating the lot of his

fellow-creatures, which were never absent from his mind; and in private

converse at home, was as full of wholesome content and happiness of

spirit, as if he had not a care. The milk question still greatly

occupied his mind, his desire being that an adequate scheme should be

launched, although he might be unable to co-operate. Early in the

morning his happy laugh could be heard, as he paid his nursery visits to

the children, and only by a painful effort, could those who saw him

then, grasp the fact that a perilous ordeal lay in his immediate future,

and that in a very few days his voice might be hushed for ever.

“A lady who visited him at this time, and only two days before the

portentous operation, wrote immediately after seeing him:--‘I cannot

help saying that on Sunday I felt that there was a grandeur, even a

glory, about Mr. Balfour in his utter self-forgetfulness. I really felt

that in his presence, I understood the nature of our Saviour as I had

never done before.’

“His prayers in family worship, at this time, were very beautiful in

their simplicity. He would pray for the children separately by name; for

the boys, that they might be attentive to their lessons, and grow up to

be true and Christian men; that the medical men might be guided and make

no mistake; and that acquiescence in all God’s will might be granted.

Then, having unburdened himself, he was just as natural, as bright, and

as interested in all practical affairs, and all that related to social

improvement, as if he had not a thought or a trouble on his own account.

During all the time I was with him, he was neither gloomy nor exalted,

but just his natural self. He spoke little about himself. I noticed a

wonderful gentleness about him during these last weeks, as if the land

that is afar off were in view. His affectionate devotion to his friends,

whose prayers, he said, ‘were his best cordial,’ and still more to those

united to him by the dearest ties, was now more tender than ever.

“His character seemed daily ripening into completeness, and even his

denunciations of what he considered grievous wrong were free from all

asperity and haste, as if he were in sight of the Eternal and the

Unchangeable.

“It was decided that the operation should take place in his own house,

Mount Alyn. On the evening preceding it, Mr. Balfour was in the

drawing-room, and his discussion of the Irish question, then

prominently brought to the front by Mr. Gladstone’s Home Rule measure,

was as animated as if no other subject preoccupied his thoughts. The

following morning found him walking with me among the spring flowers of

his garden, talking of his plans for the future, should life be spared.

He said that he would have to give up journeying to and from Liverpool.

‘Under existing circumstances,’ he said, ‘there is no question at all in

my mind as to the course to be pursued. My heart is in Liverpool; my

dearest friends are there, people whose friendship I value above

everything. My work and interest are there. In Liverpool I wish to live

and die.’ At family worship that morning, he read the passage which

tells of the communion in spirit between the dying thief and the dying

Saviour. When he came to the words, ‘Lord, remember me, when Thou comest

into Thy Kingdom,’ and the Redeemer’s answer, “Verily I say unto thee,

To-day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise,” he paused over them, and

repeated them, remarking, ‘How kind it was in Jesus, when asked by the

thief to remember him, to give so much more than he asked: “To-day shalt

thou be _with Me_, in Paradise”!’ When he spoke these words, there were

thoughts in his heart too deep for speech. He then prayed with touching

simplicity for each member of his family by name, and with especial

earnestness for his youngest little boy, whose birthday it was. One

sentence of his prayer still lingers in the recollection of those

present--‘We commit ourselves to Thee, body, soul, and spirit, desiring

to acquiesce in Thy will, whatever that may be.’ With deep fervour, too,

he pleaded for the town whose interests lay so near his heart--‘Lord,

remember that great community.’ How profound was his desire for personal

holiness was evidenced by a remark made that morning in private converse

with his wife--‘I wish sin to be eradicated from my being, just as the

doctors are going to cut this disease out of my body.’

“He had already provided for every contingency in the disposal of his

affairs, and while awaiting the arrival of the surgeons, he wrote

several letters of friendship, the last of which was one of kindly

counsel to a young clerical friend, enclosing a cheque for him to use in

enjoying a holiday change. After giving some final directions to his

dear wife, he retired with her to their room, and tenderly, on bended

knee, commended her and her children to the care of their Father in

heaven. When the surgeons drove up, accompanied by his valued friend and

medical adviser, Dr. Dobie of Chester, he met them at the door with his

usual hearty greeting, and in a few minutes had prepared himself for

the fateful ordeal. As the anæsthetic was about to be administered, he

asked for one minute’s delay, ‘to get his mind into a right state,’ and

then said, ‘Now I am ready.’ He had been strengthening himself with

thoughts of his Divine Master, and His prayer, John xii. 27, 28, and as

he became anæsthetised, he several times called out in a clear voice,

‘Father, glorify Thy name.’

“The terrible task of the surgeons occupied an hour and a half. When it

was over, a time of great weakness, but of comparative immunity from

suffering, ensued, and for the first two days all went well. No

expressions but those of thankfulness and consideration for others

escaped his lips. Though extremely feeble, he rewarded every trifling

service with a grateful smile, and a courteous word of thanks. He

besought his devoted nurse, who would not leave him by night or day, to

go out and enjoy the sunshine and air, and lay in his darkened room in

perfect tranquillity. High hopes began to be entertained that, as he had

been safely brought through a dangerous illness before, he might weather

even this violent storm. These hopes were doomed to disappointment.

Towards the evening of the third day grave symptoms showed themselves,

and deepened in severity as night came on. It was a night of much

distress and weariness, but there was no impatience. His lips often

moved in prayer, and it was sometimes possible to distinguish the words,

‘For Jesus Christ’s sake. Amen.’ At last he gradually sank into

unconsciousness, and at four o’clock in the peaceful spring morning, as

the song-birds began to usher in another day to the toilers of earth,

his spirit awoke to the light of a day that has no ending, to the

tearless life where he shall be ‘for ever with the Lord,’ whom he had

loved and served so faithfully.

“Those who now gazed for the last time on the form of him, who during

life had been as an inspiration to them, cannot forget how placid and

how grand he was in death. Like a warrior he lay, taking his rest, no

mark of illness or pain upon his brow. To speak of “death” in connection

with him seemed impossible. The limbs so active in loving service, the

hands so bounteous in generous deeds, seemed only resting, not dead.

‘O strong soul, by what shore

Tarriest thou now? For that force

Surely has not been left vain!

Somewhere, surely, afar,

In the sounding labour-house vast

Of being, is practised that strength,

Zealous beneficent firm!’

To those left behind it was as if a dream, from whose bands one had to

shake oneself free, were closing a great chapter of life, and veiling

the beginning of a new epoch, when all should be changed, and that

radiant presence should no more be seen to help, to stimulate, to

sympathise. After a time they learned to thank God for that sudden

transition, for the short and painless interval between the fulness of

earthly life and the glories of the Heavenly life, and for the fresh

conviction gained, of the reality of that ‘continuing City,’ to whose

very gates they seemed to have followed their beloved one.

“The news that this good man had passed away produced a profound

impression wherever his name was known. Signs of public mourning were at

once visible in Liverpool, where the daily press gave warmly

appreciative expression to the prevailing feeling. The multitudes of

letters which now, in increasing volume, poured in from all quarters

upon the bereaved wife and family, from individuals of every degree of

social influence, spoke but one voice of deep personal loss and sorrow.

Some of these were from public men engaged in the work of legislation;

others from humble friends, to whom, all unknown even to those in his

closest confidence, he had been a benefactor; others again from

Christian workers in many spheres.”

Let a few sentences from letters of sorrow and sympathy suffice.

The Bishop of Sodor and Man writes:--“My last interview with him was but

a few days before his death. He wrote to ask Mr. Clarke Aspinall and

myself to lunch quietly with him, to discuss some question of temperance

legislative reform--but in truth to say good-bye. To each of us was

present the knowledge, that in a few days he might be called to pass

within the veil. To the fact no reference, however, was made; and it was

only the prolonged clasp of the hand, at bidding farewell, which

revealed the mutually conscious truth.

“It is a privilege and a responsibility to have known the inner life of

such a man. It is the life of such a man which, as it can be read by

all, is one of the strongest evidences of the truth of the Christian

religion, and it is well that for many years to come, the proposed

statue should testify that Liverpool is not unmindful of the good gift,

which God bestowed upon her in the person of Alexander Balfour.”

Mr. Clarke Aspinall, who shared with Mr. Balfour some of his delightful

summer tours to Sweden and elsewhere, and not a few of his beneficent

and self-denying labours, in a letter to us thus refers to “our most

valued friend, the good Alexander Balfour, one of the most remarkable

men I ever knew:”--“So lion-hearted, and yet so sweet and gentle; so

full of energy, and yet so patient; in a word, so Christ-like in his

many-sided Christian benevolences;--his friendship did very much to

brighten and strengthen many years of my own life. And now, ‘the sweet

memory of the past’ often gives me comfort and encouragement. May God

grant us more men like him in Liverpool; and in His own good time He

will.”

Mrs. Josephine Butler, with whose difficult and often distressing work

Mr. Balfour warmly sympathised, says of him, “He was one of those men

who seem to shed a radiance all around them.”

The following lines by a mourning fellow-citizen appeared at this

time:--

ALEXANDER BALFOUR.

Finish’d his work on earth, his life of love

And Christian sympathy. Ours, ours the grief,

The sorrow, and the void; but his the joy--

The joy unspeakable and full of bliss.

Finish’d the struggle here, the mortal pain.

We wonder and are still, because we see

Darkly, as through the glass of earthly sight.

We miss the heart so full of sympathy,

So touched by tender love for human-kind,

The wealth of Christian charity, the deep

Unchang’d devotion of his life and means

To lift the fallen, dry the widow’s tear,

Bring sunshine into many a darkened home,

And hope and joy to many a sinking heart.

His the rare gift to differ far and wide

From some around him; yet by word or deed

Never to wound, never to lose a friend.

He has left footprints on the sands of time

Down to the water’s edge, where that dark wave

Bore him away beyond our mortal ken.

“The Lord hath need of him;” and he is gone

Into the presence-chamber of his King.

Who, who will fill his place--stand in the gap

Where he so nobly stood? The Lord hath need

Of many such as he--with fervent zeal

To lift on high the Standard of the Cross,

And consecrate their lives as he has done.

--T. D. B.

Dr. Roxburgh thus describes the sad solemnities of the funeral:--

“The 20th of April, the day when the remains were committed to the

earth, witnessed a memorable scene. Multitudes of friends and admirers

flocked to Mount Alyn from different quarters of the country, to join in

a last tribute to the memory of a ‘man greatly beloved.’ A special train

from Liverpool brought hundreds of leading citizens, as well as

deputations and representatives of innumerable institutions and

charities which had counted him as their unfailing friend, a hundred of

the orphans from the Seamen’s Orphanage being among the number. The

Young Men’s Christian Association had written, asking that they might

bear the body of their beloved President to the churchyard, but that

was considered impracticable. A large number of the members, however,

followed on foot. The day was bright with sunshine and the twitter of

birds. It was on such days as this that the genial host had often

delighted to welcome his friends to his ever-hospitable country-house,

and as the _cortège_ slowly wended its way to the village of Rossett,

every shady tree, every peep of the beautiful prospect of hill, and

dale, and river, brought vividly to memory the man with whom the whole

was so indissolubly associated. The Parish Church of Rossett was

thronged with hushed and reverent mourners of every degree and of many

creeds. At the churchyard gates the procession was met by the Bishop of

Liverpool, the Vicar of Rossett, Rev. T. V. Wickham, and other

clergymen; and thence to the church door, the Bishop, with the Rev. R.

H. Lundie (Presbyterian) on his right, led the procession, and recited

the opening sentences. Within the church the burial service was

conducted by the Bishop and the Vicar, the Rev. R. H. Lundie reading the

lesson, in happy harmony with what had ever been the desire of the

departed, to sink ecclesiastical distinctions, in promoting the

fraternal union of Christians for all holy purposes. At the grave the

Bishop requested Mr. Lundie to say a few words. After he had spoken,

the service concluded with the singing, by the deeply-moved gathering,

which filled the churchyard and the adjacent roads, of Mr. Balfour’s

favourite hymn:--

‘Peace, perfect peace in this dark world of sin?

The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?

To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?

On Jesus’ bosom nought but calm is found.

Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?

In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.

Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?

Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?

Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,

And Jesus call us to Heaven’s perfect peace.’

“It was a scene of tears and sighing, but the note of triumph was almost

as loud as that of grief. With the mourning was mingled a thankful joy,

that God had given such a man to bless and to ennoble the world, and

that he had so victoriously faced death, and passed to his reward.

“A few words remain to be said on the manner in which Mr. Balfour

disposed of his property. True to a favourite principle of his, he left

no bequests to public charities. He had throughout life consistently

opposed posthumous liberality, asserting that, as a general rule, there

was neither wisdom nor virtue in hoarding money during life, and then

bestowing it on charities, when the donor could not help leaving it

behind him, and when he could not interest himself either in its

administration or its good fruits. He frequently urged that those who

thus saved their possessions, that they might bequeath large sums to

benevolent objects, were depriving themselves of the chief happiness

possible to men, that of seeing their fellow-creatures benefited, and

their burdens lightened, and of sympathising with, as well as

pecuniarily aiding, them. He also desired that the members of his family

should enjoy this great privilege; and in view of his repeated

declaration that he wished to give in his own life-time all that he

intended thus to bestow, it was no surprise to his friends, to find that

his will contained no other provisions than those of a private nature.

He left a legacy far more precious and enduring than gold, in

innumerable lives stirred to self-sacrifice, and kindled to warmer love

and brighter faith.”

Soon after his death, it was resolved that a statue of Mr. Balfour

should be erected in a public position, if possible, near the river and

the sailors for whom he toiled so earnestly. Great, alas! as must be

the disparity between the active form, the mobile features, the

ever-changing expression of the departed, and the most skilful

portraiture in marble or in bronze the citizens as they pass, will be

reminded of the noble character and the devoted life of one, than whom

none ever loved their city more.

_APPENDIX A._

LIFE:

A SERMON PREACHED, AFTER THE DEATH OF

ALEXANDER BALFOUR, BY THE

REV. R. H. LUNDIE, M.A.

ALEXANDER BALFOUR,

DIED AT MOUNT ALYN, ON FRIDAY, 16TH APRIL, 1886,

IN HIS SIXTY-SECOND YEAR,

AND WAS INTERRED AT ROSSETT, DENBIGHSHIRE,

ON TUESDAY, 20TH APRIL.

* * * * *

_The following Sermon was preached in Fairfield Presbyterian Church,

Liverpool, on Sabbath the 25th April._

LIFE.

“He asked life of Thee, and Thou gavest it him, even length of days

for ever and ever.”--PSALM xxi. 4.

I doubt whether more prayer or more earnest prayer was ever offered in

Liverpool for any life than for that of Alexander Balfour. I doubt if

ever with better reason, the Heaven-taught plea for life was pressed at

the Throne of Grace, “Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord

will deliver him in time of trouble: the Lord will preserve him, and

keep him alive.” When illness first threatened he himself asked for

recovery, if it were the Lord’s will, and sought it, as he was bound to

do, by taking the best advice and using the prescribed means. His

family, his kindred, in private asked life; his fellow-workers--and they

were many--gathered in groups, and with hushed earnestness asked life.

Friends to whom he was dear, young men whose prospects he had furthered,

sailors whose interests he had guarded, widows whose store he had

replenished, orphans to whom he had been as a father, joined in one deep

though trembling utterance: they asked life for him. The day appointed

for his serious operation came and went, the next day the report was

favourable, and the next; with brightening hope we continued our plea,

we asked for his life. And yet he died. In many hearts the shock of

grief is mingled with the dull pain of disappointment.

What then? Hath the Lord forgotten to be gracious? Were these prayers

unheard? Hearken to our text and judge whether a broader, fuller answer

has not been vouchsafed to these prayers than we desired when we uttered

them: “He asked life of Thee, and Thou gavest it him, even length of

days for ever and ever.”

These words, if applicable in a sense to David, only reach their

fulfilment in the Son of David. We have His experience depicted here;

and in Him the experience of His children. “Father, if it be possible,

let this cup pass from Me.” To this conflict the Apostle refers when he

says, in Hebrews v. 7: “In the days of His flesh, when He had offered up

prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto Him that was

able to save Him from death, He was heard in that He feared.” He was

heard when He asked life, and yet He died. Through death He reached the

“endless life,” “even length of days for ever and ever.”

Let us consider how, in the experience of His servant, the life we asked

was given. Life was peculiarly characteristic of our friend. Some men

vegetate; he lived. Intense, eager, sanguine, enthusiastic, his copious

life flowed over into the beings of those he met. His presence often

proved as a tonic or restorative to them.

But in sickness, and with the shadow darkening over him of what he well

knew to be a terrible and perilous ordeal, did this life continue? I

shall never forget the impression made upon my mind by his bearing an

hour or two after the critical visit and consultation of four surgeons.

The spokesman among them had frankly stated the true and grave nature of

the case. I mentioned at his grave, but will repeat it now, that his

reply was this, “Well, Doctor, that is an announcement that must come to

each of us sooner or later, the great thing is, that it should find us

resting on the Rock of our salvation.” When left alone with the partner

of his joys and sorrows, his first word was this, “Then Mr. Samuel Smith

must be communicated with at once about the Y. M. C. A.; they may need

another trustee.” All this had taken place in the evening. At ten

o’clock that night I went with a heavy heart to his bedside, and started

to see his countenance not peaceful only, almost radiant. Even then his

life knew no abatement. “We asked life, and God gave it him.” He said to

me, “You know that a year ago I passed under a time of darkness. But God

has chased that all away: and this (he added), _this_ is only physical.

If you want to know my experience, you will find it in the 116th Psalm,

verse by verse, step by step: ‘I love the Lord because He hath heard my

voice and my supplications.’” And he repeated from memory the verses

till he came to this, which he uttered with peculiar tenderness and

delight, “I was brought low, and He helped me. Return unto thy rest, O

my soul, for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee.” “He helped me,”

he repeated, “and now it is all peace.”

I came away marvelling at his quiet fortitude and joy, yet thinking

perhaps that the excitement of that evening had thrown him into an

abnormal condition of mind which would pass away. It never passed away

as long as he lived. He was full of keen interest in the themes that

occupied his mind. About himself he spoke little, and that always with

tranquil, happy trustfulness. But when he touched upon the young men of

Liverpool, or the Sheltering Home for our city arabs, or the Bible in

the elementary schools of the city, or his desire to have the new Gordon

Institution for Boys based on a thoroughly Christian foundation, or a

subject which occupied him much in his later weeks, the provision of a

far ampler supply of milk for the working-classes, he glowed with all

his old enthusiasm. So was it if the conversation turned on matters of

public policy or the welfare of India, from which his friend, Mr. S.

Smith, returned during his illness, and about which they talked

together. I may mention, as singularly characteristic of the man, that

when Mr. and Mrs. Smith left him on one of these occasions, he remarked,

“I thought they would have come home in high spirits; did you not think

them very much subdued to-day?” The weight that pressed upon their

spirits when they saw their friend, did not seem to burden his own mind.

A near relative, whose presence was an unspeakable solace to the family

in the closing period of Mr. Balfour’s life, writes to me thus: “I was

struck with his happiness during these last weeks. Every morning his

jovial, cheery voice could be heard, as he played with the children; and

he was in all points so completely natural, so entirely himself, that

one could not fail to see that the near prospect of death made no

appreciable change in his thought or conduct. He had lived so long in

the unseen, that its near approach involved no sudden transition.” When

his first warning came, no abrupt change was needed; no laying down of

accustomed occupations or substitution of others, more fitting for the

borders of eternity. He just pursued the work he was doing, and the

thoughts he was thinking: he went on as he had done; he delighted, as

was his wont, with singular relish in the society of his friends, he

discussed his favourite plans--sometimes with a far-off look in his

eye--he asked God’s blessing on all. Living as he had lived, the call

found him watching. Here too we can say, “He asked life, and Thou gavest

it him.”

The glory of God was the prevailing thought in his mind when the

operation was about to be performed. The morning of the operation found

him walking among the spring flowers of his garden, with a loved

relative, and then writing letters to his friends. When all was

prepared, in few and simple words, he bade his wife farewell. A

surgeon--it was the same relative with whom he had just been walking in

the garden--was about to administer an anæsthetic. “Wait a moment,” he

said, “till my mind is in a right state.” After a solemn silence of a

minute or two, “Now I am ready,” he said. And after he had begun to

inhale the anæsthetic, in a loud voice he exclaimed, “Father, glorify

Thy Name,” and again, and once again, repeated the same prayer. After

the operation, feeble as he was, his words were sometimes words of

prayer to his Father in heaven, sometimes words of love to his friends

on earth. On any service rendered he would say, “Thank you, thank you;

how kind you all are!” With his dying voice he begged his faithful

nurse, who would not leave him day or night, to go out to get the fresh

air. His last night was one of great weariness and distress. “This body

of humiliation!” he was once heard to whisper; and often he was seen to

be in prayer, though no more was distinctly heard than “for Jesus

Christ’s sake,” repeated many times. He was not taken by surprise: in

love to God and man he fell asleep. He was not, for God took him.

The influence of a good life does not pass away with the mortal breath.

Alexander Balfour lives to-day in the many lives over which he exerted

his magnetic influence; in many Christians who were quickened,

encouraged, impelled by his holy enthusiasm; in not a few, I believe, of

all ranks who are now doing good work for God and man in various

departments, who were first started in the course of Christian

philanthropy through him; in young men scattered over the land and the

world, of whom we hear from time to time, who trace their serious

impressions to the Y. M. C. A. of Liverpool, and sometimes directly to

its President. And may it not be that God, who gave him the especial

task of kindling other souls, may have seen fit to order his removal as

He did--direct from the conflict to the crown, without pause, without

decline, without sensible change, till the great change came--to

intensify the influence of that potent life? May not the electric touch

of love, of sympathy, of sorrow, which passed from this man, greatly

beloved, to a wide circle of friends, have been just what was needed to

“perfect that which concerneth Him,” and to crown that fruitful life?

“We asked life of Thee, and Thou gavest it him.”

Our friend is gone, but he lives in the institutions he founded or

sustained, he lives in good men who have risen up to call him blessed,

and who will spread their life in wider and ever wider circles in our

day, and long after we too shall have passed away. Good deeds and

generous purposes do not die.

We prayed for life and our brother died. But when we prayed, did we

sufficiently realise that there are two sides to this matter of living?

To “abide in the flesh seemed more needful for us;” did we also remember

that “to depart and be with Christ was far better” for him? The good

Lord saw all sides, while we looked most at one. We must not forget that

over against our prayer for life stands recorded our Redeemer’s prayer,

“Father, I will that they also, whom Thou hast given Me, be with Me

where I am, that they may behold My glory.” The hour comes when that

will of Jesus must prevail; and the remembrance of this should ever lead

us to lay beneath all such prayer for life a basis of submission:

“Nevertheless, not as I will, but as Thou wilt.” Our friend was taught

this lesson by the Spirit of the Lord. As the weeks of waiting rolled

away, he said to his wife, “We need not any longer ask for acquiescence

in God’s will, whatever that may be, for we have got that; let us ask

for the glory of God.” In such falling in with the will of the Living

God, is there not more than the life we asked for him? I had the

privilege of spending with him the late evening hours of his last Sunday

upon earth. With his usual courtesy and elasticity, he came with me to

the door when I was leaving. I expressed my delight at seeing him so

bright and cheerful, adding, “That is greatly in your favour.” I dare

say something of surprise was in my tone, for he said, “Well, it is just

this way, I have put it all into the Lord’s hands, and I take no burden

of the morrow; He will take care of that; I just go on from step to

step, one at a time.” His manner seemed to mean, “No credit to me; the

Lord has seen to all that.”

Once more, a ripe soul has gone to the inheritance of the saints in

light, for which, through God’s goodness, it was made meet. Of that

heavenly life we shall not speak. He knows far more of it, in all its

freedom from sin, and sorrow, and suffering, in all the fulness of

blessing which the presence of the King commands, than we shall know

till--if we take his Saviour to be our Saviour--we are called to join

him. “Thou hast made known to me the ways of life; Thou shall make me

full of joy with Thy countenance.” “In the way of righteousness is life,

and in the pathway thereof there is no death.” “We asked life of Thee,

and Thou gavest it him, _even length of days for ever and ever_.”

Our beloved friend’s own view on the Christian limitations of prayer is

so beautifully expressed in the following simple incident, that I will

venture to narrate it:--A life-long friend wrote to him that his boy of

six had been listening to his evening lesson read to him by his teacher.

It contained the words addressed to Solomon, “Ask what I shall give

thee.” The nature of prayer was explained to the child, who quietly

whispered, “I know what I am going to pray for to-night.” To the

question, “What will you ask for?” he answered, “That Mr. Balfour may

get better, and I’m going to ask it every day till he is well.” A letter

from Mr. Balfour’s pen, which bears date the 10th of April, contains

these words: “Dear little Bay’s action is a lesson for us all. I am

truly grateful to him, and shall ask that the Lord Himself may reward

and bless the honest, kindly heart that has been thinking of me in my

trouble. I can never be grateful enough to friends for their prayers,

which God _must_ answer; not, perhaps, in the way we desire, but in the

way He knows to be best for us. So my own prayer would be that His will

may be my will Madame Guion wrote:--

‘Upon God’s will I lay me down

As child upon its mother’s breast;

No silken couch, nor softest bed,

Could ever give me such deep rest.’

And her position I desire may be mine.” The lines just quoted he had in

his later weeks fastened upon his desk, where his eye continually rested

upon them. Need I add that the child was startled and surprised when he

heard that the good man for whose recovery he prayed was dead! Are we

not all children in such matters? The boy did not understand, and we

find it hard to understand that still it is true, “We asked life of

Thee, and Thou gavest it him.”

I have dwelt long on the closing weeks of our friend’s life. The truth

is, that the impression made on my mind, and on the minds of those

nearest him in that crisis, is profound and indelible. It was almost

awe-inspiring to find him, on the very brink of the unseen world, living

his accustomed life, seizing every opportunity to do good; joyful among

his friends, playful with the children, unruffled and undisturbed. The

breath of the next world was already breathing on his brow; and

something more than the love, and gentleness, and joy of this world were

in his heart. There was a majestic peace and self-possession in the man.

I was reminded of what I was told by one who had known him from boyhood;

he said, “He always looked on him, even when a lad, as formed of the

stuff of which martyrs are made: he would not have hesitated two minutes

to go to the stake, had duty required it.”

Of his life I need say little to you among whom he lived. I cannot here

stay even to mention all the Christian and philanthropic institutions

with which his name is identified, and some of which owe their existence

to his simple faith, his burning enthusiasm, and his indomitable

perseverance. Not once nor twice did he appear to his friends and

fellow-workers a Utopian in the large plans he sketched, and the heavy

burdens he took, and encouraged them to take. His projects seemed the

visions of an excited brain; yet he lived to realise them in full

development and splendid usefulness. “Impracticable,” his own best

friends have sometimes whispered in such cases. Yes, impracticable to

men of common mould, but not to faith and zeal like his. “All things are

possible to him that believeth.”

Seamen were early the objects of his care. It was not in his nature to

climb by their help to fortune, and to leave themselves unconsidered.

His conviction was, that the tie between sailors and their employers

ought to be much stronger and more permanent than it is. This view--not

he only, but in thorough union with him--his firm endeavoured to carry

out in practice. The Apprentices’ Home in Duke Street was one valuable

expression of this conviction, for which many have had reason to give

thanks to God. Then, if, in his perilous calling, the sailor, as he held

on to his sinking ship, thought with agony of the children who were to

be written fatherless, was nothing adequate to be attempted to assuage

that grief, and provide a home for the desolate? Such thoughts, seething

in his heart, and the hearts of a few like-minded men, translated

themselves into the noble institution known as the Seamen’s Orphanage.

The Mersey Mission and the Seamen’s Friend Society formed additional

outlets for generous effort in the sailor’s highest interest.

The young men of Liverpool occupied a sacred place in his heart. He

thought of them, he planned for them, he worked for them, he prayed for

them continually. Get the young men of Liverpool, he would say, imbued

with Christian principle, and adequately taught and trained, and the

Liverpool of the future will be a new Liverpool. None but those nearest

him can know how he bore the young men on his heart without ceasing.

That the Y. M. C. A.--deep-rooted in Mount Pleasant, and already

beginning to spread forth its branches to other parts--is what it is, is

largely due to its President. He, with his friend, Mr. S. Smith,

rejoiced in the acquisition of the Gymnasium, as a kind of annex to the

Y. M. C. A. Thus the necessities of the physical frame were not

overlooked.

Were we to traverse the whole circle of Liverpool’s best charities, we

should find his footsteps everywhere. Where was help needed? Where could

the substance which God had given him be best employed for the good of

his fellow-men? These were questions continually in his mind. No one can

tell the multifarious channels in which his beneficence flowed: homes of

rest near his own country mansion, for toil-worn city missionaries, and

other Christian workers; quiet encouragement to Christian ministers of

various denominations who, in seeking to do good work in the city,

became faint by the way; timely counsel for young men needing a start in

life; bales of blankets in the cold winter for the poor and the needy.

And what shall I more say? There are hundreds in our great city who

could add indefinitely to a catalogue like this, and who can say to-day,

“Behold, thou hast instructed many, and thou hast strengthened the weak

hands. Thy words have upholden him that was falling, and thou hast

strengthened the feeble knees.” The record of his often-hidden deeds is

on high.

One branch of his work must not be left untouched--temperance. He held

with Cobden, that “the temperance movement lies at the root of all

social and political reform.” He saw in drunkenness the most powerful

among the causes that produce the poverty, degradation, and crime which

prevail around us.

His spirit was moved with compassion for those perishing from strong

drink, and he sought to diminish the abounding temptations. He pitied

the overburdened public-house managers, barmen, and barmaids, whose

hours are more protracted, and whose task is more deadly, than those of

any other trade in England; and he sought their relief. But, besides all

this, he perceived, as he believed, law perverted and wrong done in ways

which this is not the place to specify, in the interest of a powerful

trade, or of unscrupulous traffickers outside said trade, to the ruin of

thousands. Could such a man see such things and hold his peace? He

buckled on his armour, and in the town and its Council set himself to

the task of exposing, and, if possible, removing these evils. No

venerable abuses would he spare. No combination of opponents and no

amount of contumely could silence his voice. A tremendous indignation

burnt like fire within his breast. I do not allege that, with a spirit

goaded by a sense of intolerable wrong done to thousands of his

fellow-citizens, his proposals were always wise, or his words always

measured; but I dare affirm that, as the result of the rough task

assigned to him, and discharged with a courage that knew not how to

flinch, our city has been in part delivered from abuses which skulked

unseen, till his brave hand tore down the veil. Besides this, none can

doubt that the tone which marks the conduct of our public affairs is

sensibly elevated. To this result our departed friend made no slender

contribution.

In his position as President of the Popular Control and Sunday-closing

Association, he laboured with ceaseless energy for two objects, viz.,

the better administration of existing License-law, and reform in

Imperial License legislation. In reference to the latter, he worked

largely on the lines of the Church of England Temperance Society, so

ably presided over by his warm friend, Canon Eilison.

As a part of the great temperance reform, the Cocoa-Room movement and

the “separated milk” movement engaged his warmest sympathies. The recent

conversion, in the blighted corner near the Sailors’ Home, of a huge

gin-palace into the Institute of the Mersey Mission, combined with a

flourishing Cocoa-Room, made him radiant with joy. No accession to his

personal possessions could have gladdened him as did the change of

hands--from evil to good--of this fortress, which, better than any

other, commands the haunts of our seamen.

In work like this it has been my privilege to be long and closely

associated with him, and to know the grandeur and purity of his aims.

We have spoken of his Christian work among ourselves. But its sphere was

much wider. Valparaiso can testify to his long-continued and

enlightened efforts. The opening fields of the Dark Continent occupied

his heart: yea, and to have all the world won for Christ was his intense

desire. But Liverpool, “that great community,” for which he so

pathetically pleaded daily till the day when he lay down to

die--Liverpool was graven on his heart, like Jerusalem on the heart of

the exiled Jews. To succour, to elevate, to bless Liverpool, was the

consuming passion of his life.

As a man of business, how did this Christian philanthropist stand? The

commercial world around us with one voice bears testimony to his high

and unblemished reputation. I am permitted to quote a few sentences from

a letter written by his partner, Mr. Stephen Williamson, to Mrs. Balfour

on the 17th April:--“Liverpool and the world little know what they have

lost. Only those who knew him, as an inner circle did, can form a right

conception of his nobility of character, his purity and unselfishness,

his Christian faith and heroism. During thirty-five years’ association

with him, I never heard him utter a word or saw him do an act that he

might not, as it seems to me, have said and done in the presence of

Infinite Holiness.” A better testimony words could not frame.

Your hearts, brethren, as we have been contemplating this noble

character, have been asking, From what source did it take its rise? Have

we any clear means of knowing? Happily we have access to materials that

will not mislead us. Let himself unveil the spring of his own life and

motive. On the 15th of August 1880, he thus wrote to our venerable

father, the Rev. James Towers of Birkenhead, to whose congregation he

used, as a young man, to belong: “It was under your ministry that I

first was led to that entire surrender of my heart to the Lord, which

marked an era in my existence, unending in its gracious results. We can

only faintly, while we live here, realise what is implied in the text,

‘A child of God by faith in Jesus Christ.’” Mr. Towers tells me that

till he received this letter, he did not fully understand what Mr.

Balfour meant when he used to say to him that “coming to Birkenhead had

been worth more to him than thousands of gold and silver.” There is

reason to think that what Mr. Balfour here refers to, was not his first

reception of the truth as it is in Jesus, but a season of new

consecration and great enlargement of soul.

Another unquestionable guide in this matter lies before me. It contains

the deliberate and carefully expressed declaration of his faith. I quote

from his will. “In conclusion, I wish to testify to the goodness and

mercy shown to me, who am less than the least of all saints, by Almighty

God, and I gratefully recognise His wonderful kindness and indulgence

during my whole life. I have no merits of my own, and I put my hope and

assured confidence, in this life and for another, solely in the merits

of my Redeemer. I commend my wife and children to the care and blessing

of our Heavenly Father, in whose love and fear, and in obedience to

whose blessed will, I desire that they may live; and I seek to leave

this world in charity with all men.”

His pronounced personality was all his own. _That_ we could not, and

should not try, to imitate. But the fountain from which he drew his deep

gratitude, pure motive, elevated purpose, is not exhausted. Let us too

drink of it, and our lives also shall grow noble. It was good to weep

around his grave, as many of us did last Tuesday, in that wonderful

gathering of devout men, of every name and rank, who carried him to his

burial; it will be better to cluster round his Lord, and, like him, to

sit at the feet of Jesus. If we desire to follow him we must begin where

he began, by “the entire surrender of our hearts to the Lord.” We “must

be born again.”

Time will not permit me to enlarge upon his character. In the view we

have taken of his life and death we have seen everywhere proofs of his

faith, his unselfishness, his purity. On two or three characteristics

suffer a brief word.

His humility was such that he tended to disclaim all credit for his

noble acts, and often spoke as if the recipient were conferring a favour

upon him in accepting his kindness. He reminds me of the Centurion who

asked the Lord for the healing of his servant. The elders pressed the

petition, saying that “he was worthy for whom He should do this; for he

loveth our nation, and hath built us a synagogue.” The Centurion would

not endorse their testimony, but said, “Lord, I am not worthy that Thou

shouldst come under my roof.” Just like our friend, who sensitively

shrank from praise, and passed it on to others, whatever he had built or

done. “He is worthy,” said his colleagues in effort, and the receivers

of his benefits; “I am not worthy,” was the constant answer of his

humble bearing. His whole life seemed to carry out the Apostle’s

precept, “Be kindly affectioned one to another, in honour preferring one

another.”

His catholicity was a marked feature. No man more conscientiously

adhered to the truth he held, and yet none was more ready to appreciate

all that was good in those who differed from him in minor things. It

does not need to be said that his princely benefactions, though

beginning in his own Church, welled over to the refreshment of uncounted

good causes in other branches of the Church of Christ, and in the

community at large.

This leads me to mention that strange magnetic sympathy in him which

fastened, as by instinct, on that which was best in other men. He

credited them with all they had and more. Such men he drew into

beneficent work, who are now doing excellent service--men some of whom

seemed to others unlikely instruments, and who, but for him, might never

have learnt to put life to such good account. He made them first

wonderingly admit to themselves that their lives might be made useful;

and then he gradually inflamed them with the fires of his irrepressible

enthusiasm and hope. Work must be done for God and man, and men must be

found to do it. He found them sometimes where no one else could find

them. He touched the latent good that was in them, and at his

sympathetic touch that good grew greater. They found that the paths of

beneficence were pleasant paths, and they followed where he led. This

power of influencing others was, perhaps, the most marked of all his

characteristics.

There was a certain manifoldness about his character. Most enthusiastic

men get absorbed in one main enterprise. He carried on many at a time.

He would lay hold of one man, and pour out his soul on temperance as if

he could think of nothing else; he met another, and education was his

theme; another, and with a zeal as impetuous he would launch forth on

what must be done for the waifs of our streets. He held them all in hand

at once, and apparently, with equal firmness.

His courage rose to fearlessness. It was the boldness of a man who knew

that in his cause he had Heaven behind him. Our conflicts in this great

community are not over yet; and the day may come ere long when the

thought of him shall call to mind the inscription graven by the

Carthaginians on the tomb of Hannibal, “We greatly desired him in the

day of battle.”

I well remember a prayer of his in the vast Victoria Hall, when Moody

and Sankey were here--in no small measure through his influence. He

prayed that the Gospel might so illuminate our town that the “dark spot

on the Mersey” might be changed into the bright spot on the Mersey; and

that, as it had been conspicuous for drunkenness and vice, it might

become an example among cities, of righteousness and godliness. For this

end he lived. It seemed as if a charge from Heaven had been given him

over the highest interests of our city. As he stood, with nervous

energy, holding me fast with his penetrating eye, and pouring out his

projects for the rescue of the perishing and the blessing of all, he has

often reminded me of the prophet of the wilderness, or of Isaiah, the

son of Amoz, with the “burden of the Lord” upon his soul.

A rare man is taken from us. Long and deeply will Alexander Balfour be

missed by our city, which he loved so well. On whom shall his mantle

fall?

Of the loss to his family of such a husband and father I need not speak.

Of the loss to myself of one who was more than a friend I will say

little. I felt some compensation for his residence of late years so far

from us, in the circumstance that frequently after meetings in town he

would spend the night under our roof. These brief bright visits were

times of impulse and of gladness. His joy over improvements already

attained in the condition of his city, and his confident hope that these

improvements would make rapid advance, furnished strong impetus

hopefully to persevere in all Christian effort. And his too generous

appreciation of what his friends endeavoured to accomplish, if it was

felt to spring more from the love of his heart than the quality of the

work done, yet served to lighten labour and to brace for further

service.

And for our congregation, in whose origin he took a large share, and to

which he clung with singular attachment even when he resided twenty

miles away from us, what shall I say? A great gap is left among us.

Brethren, let us dress our ranks;--closer together now, nearer and more

helpful to one another, thankful for this, that there remaineth One who

will never leave us nor forsake us. Let every life be loftier, let every

heart be kinder, let every hand be more diligent, because the good Lord

lent us such a man, and spared him to us for the space of twenty years.

For himself we will not weep. Can he not say to-day with still deeper

meaning than when on earth, “Thou hast delivered my soul from death,

mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling”? Shall we mourn because,

when we asked life for him, God gave him length of days for ever and

ever?

* * * * *

“He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

and whosoever liveth and believeth in Me, shall never die.”--JOHN

xi. 25, 26.

We ask the Lord, on bended knee,

One guerdon to bestow--

To give us back a flickering life,

If it should please Him so.

The trembling wife, the tender child,

Together seek the throne

The widow whom his hand had helped

Pours the same plea, alone.

The wanderer sheltered by his love,

The orphan child, his care,

The grateful sailor cries to God

That precious life to spare.

In groups, with accent hushed and low,

They meet, and moistened eye,--

The young, the old, he loved to shield;

“Give, Lord, his life,” they cry.

Won by the heavenly voice that said,

“But ask and I will give;

But seek and ye shall find,” they plead,

“We ask that he may live.”

The day of trial comes: “He lives;”

The next, “He lives, he sleeps;”

The next, “All well: he sweetly sleeps;”

Next dawn his widow weeps.

And many widows weep with her,

And many fatherless,

And eyes, unused to dim, run o’er

With tears of bitterness.

The hardy tar, the hoary sire,

The boy hushed in his play;--

All, all have lost a faithful friend:

A city weeps to-day.

_Our_ hearts, who prayed for life, are struck

With sorrow to the core;

Yet God _has_ heard and given him life,

Even life for evermore.

He toiled for all, his blessed quest

To sweeten every lot;

Of others ever mindful, he

Himself alone forgot.

We’ll miss his fearless hand in fight

With evil and with wrong;

And in our aim to help the weak

We’ll miss him oft and long.

But, Lord, we still ask life for him

To Thine eternal praise,

In hearts enkindled, lives inspired--

An endless length of days.

He did not tire, or faint, or fade,

His life knew no decline;

At noon his lamp from earth to heaven

Was taken, there to shine.

He hath not ceased to live, to work,

With eager soul and bright,

But now, before the throne of God,

He serves Him day and night.

We will not mourn that he is glad,

Nor weep that life is given,

Nor sorrow that his gentle heart

Finds gentle rest in heaven.

_APPENDIX B._

LETTER OF COUNSEL TO YOUNG PARTNERS IN BUSINESS.

APPENDIX B.

_LETTER OF COUNSEL TO YOUNG PARTNERS IN BUSINESS._

The following letter, received while the fourth edition is passing

through the press, has reached us too late to be incorporated with the

third chapter, to which it naturally belongs. It so strikingly

illustrates the principles by which Alexander Balfour regulated his

commercial affairs, that, with the consent of the firm, it is given

entire. We hear a good deal, in our day, of the difficulty of carrying

on business on strictly Christian principles. This was a difficulty to

which Mr. Balfour never for a moment yielded, and which indeed never

seemed to present itself as a difficulty to his noble nature.

“LIVERPOOL, _25th February 1869_.

“Messrs. ROBERT BALFOUR, ALEXANDER GUTHRIE,

AND ROBERT B. FORMAN.

“DEAR SIRS,--We now submit for your signature the formal Deed,

constituting us partners jointly in the proposed new firm at San

Francisco. Permit us to offer a word or two of explanation and

counsel thereupon.

“1st. We have to remark that it may be useful to ascertain at New

York the name of an experienced lawyer. We suggest that you show

him the circular proposed to be issued, and please consult him also

regarding the formalities to be observed in the State of

California, in opening a house of business there. We are aware that

in America it is usual to register the partners’ names at a public

office, and to state the proportion each party contributes towards

the capital of the concern; which details are subsequently

advertised in the newspapers. We suppose such public announcement

is indispensable when the partners restrict the sum for which each

is liable. When the partners are content to assume an unlimited

liability, (as in our own case), the formality may not be needed.

On either supposition we are prepared to act as may be required;

and await the necessary information.

“2nd. Observing, as you will do, that we are prepared to identify

ourselves with all your business acts, it may be proper now to

refer to the manner in which these shall be undertaken. You will

narrowly scan the instructions and limits which may be transmitted

with orders, and take care you act strictly within these. And in

dealing with the consignments which may be forwarded to your care

for sale, you will also carefully follow the indications which the

owners of the merchandise transmit.

“In acting on behalf of constituents, while you would be free of

blame by fulfilling orders to the letter when it is in your power

to do so, yet in certain cases, from the ignorance of your

correspondents regarding facts which you may have ascertained,

there might be an element of danger to the interests of your

friends, by operating as if no such dangerous element was in

existence. In all such circumstances, it is our express request,

that you act upon the orders, as you think they would have been

framed, had your correspondents obtained all the additional

information you possess. No business is to be undertaken but that

which is likely to result in common benefit.

“3rd. While it is thus thought needful to allude to the

responsibilities involved to ourselves and others, pecuniarily, in

your business acts, we must draw your attention, far more gravely,

to the importance we attach to your sustaining the name and honour

of your firm in every undertaking in which you engage. Every

engagement must be uprightly fulfilled by you, and the rights both

of neighbours and constituents strictly defined and faithfully

guarded by you. In your dealings you will permit no dereliction of

right principle to pass unnoticed either in yourselves or others,

and carry out fearlessly, under all circumstances, the golden

rule--

‘Do to others, as you would be done by.’

In your intercourse with others you would of course never mislead,

but we hope there may be few occasions on which you will have to

refuse any information which neighbours may ever request from you.

Should you decide to maintain the same open communication regarding

facts, that we believe is to be extended to you in San Francisco,

we shall ever rejoice.

“4th. In any matter upon which you have difficulty in arriving at a

decision, you can always reckon on having our best assistance and

advice; and we encourage you to communicate your impressions on all

matters as fully as possible, either in general or private letters.

These last, when on business topics, must always be addressed to

the firm and one of us will take care to afford as early reply as

possible.

“5th. While we have only brought under your consideration, in the

above, certain principles of conduct which would suggest themselves

to your own and all candid minds, we nevertheless think it good to

bring them under your notice at this time, that your purposes may

be fortified by the express sanction we now bestow upon them. It is

said,

‘Righteousness exalteth a nation,’

and we want, as a firm, to stand or fall upon that quality in our

actions. It will be our trust, that, through obtaining a better

strength than your own, which is to be had by asking for it, your

transactions may be distinguished by Christian principle; and, as

each year of our intercourse commences, we encourage you to review

the past and resolve for the future in the sight of Him who

searches our hearts. Thus we are sure will it be best for all of us

here; and in saying good-by to our friends leaving us, our

strongest wish would be, that they go and strive to glorify His

name, whose we are, and who has done everything for us.

“We are,

Dear Sirs,

Your faithful friends and partners,

(Signed) BALFOUR, WILLIAMSON, & CO.”

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FOOTNOTES:

[A] “English Merchants,” by H. R. Fox Bourne, p. 60.

[B] At present M.P. for Flintshire.

[C] “English Merchants,” by H. R. Fox Bourne, p. 60.

[D] “Social Aspects of Christianity,” Preface, pp. 6, 7.

[E] “Social Aspects of Christianity,” p. 7.

[F] From speech at the annual meeting of the Seamen’s Orphanage in 1875.

[G] The following table of questions and answers gives the precise

results of the canvass:--

Are you in favour of--

Votes.

Yes. No. Majority.

1. Effective control of public-houses and

beer-houses by an adequate staff of inspectors? 41,079 6,633 34,446

2. Lessening the number of houses, especially

by withdrawal of licenses after

convictions? 46,797 4,087 42,710

3. Shortening the hours of sale? 43,857 7,510 36,347

4. Entire Sunday closing? 44,061 8,542 35,519

The number of voters, at that time on the Municipal Register, within

the borough, was 68,879. There were about 2300 public-houses and

beer-houses, many of whose managers and employés could not be expected

to vote; there were many persons at sea or absent from home. There

were 690 bad votes, from the papers being out of order. In these

circumstances the 54,893 returns actually received must be considered

as a very large proportion, and as giving a fair view of the opinions

and wishes of the householders of Liverpool.

[H] This map was carefully prepared by the Secretary, Mr. Nathaniel

Smyth, a faithful and life-long worker in the temperance cause.

[I] “Intemperance and the Licensing System,” by Alexander Balfour;

reprinted from the _Contemporary Review_, pp. 26, 27.

[J] Speech delivered by Mr. Gladstone on the 16th October 1884, on the

occasion of his cutting the first sod of the Mersey Railway.

[K] The great wooden hall, erected in Liverpool for Messrs. Moody and

Sankey.

[L] On temperance-reform.