SYBEL, THE GERMAN TEACHER, 235

Carl. In November 1838 Sybel was seized with what
seemed to be the influenza. He had been preaching a
series of sermons, and was preparing one on the kingly
office of Christ. Writing to his dear friend, the Rev.
Mr. Karbe, he says,—“ Above all I have this blessed
experience, that I am his own, and live as a subject in
his kingdom. He is the vine, we the branches. How
precious, to be Aes branches!” Meanwhile he looked
to the building of a parsonage, the planting of vines,
and the planning of a little garden. “I wish yet,” he
writes to a Christian lady in Potsdam, “to plant three
fruit trees,—an apple-tree, which is to be named John;
a pear-tree, named Martin; and a heart cherry-tree,
named Mary.” Soon after, he preached his last sermon.
On the 15th of November he took to his bed, which
he occasionally exchanged for the sofa. Though often
disqualified by the violence of fever from saying any-
thing as he wished to do, he sometimes exclaimed with
earnestness, ‘Oh, dear Lord, grant that by means of
my suffering and death some one soul at least may be
gained for thee and thy kingdom!” Even after he was
thought to be sunk in delirium he revived, and cried
aloud, “The Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Lord, will —
‘conquer; I am already happy! I am already happy! —
-Halleluiah!” On recovering his usual clearness of
mind, he said, “ Oh, thou who art my life! thou Prince _
of Peace, thou mine Emmanuel, thou Rose of Sharon, ©
my fairest one, thou brightness of glories 1? And again,