IX. THE END

   
    In the distance the clouds break away
The gates glowing portals I see

I think of the luminous footprints that bore
The comfort over dark Galilee
And wait for the signal to go to the shore
To the ship that is waiting for me
---Bret Harte
   
 


On Wednesday the 20th day of August 1900, at 10 a.m. at 'Homeleigh', Chellam breathed his last. He was prepared for the end. A friend and eye-witness wrote:
  He died in the Lord, for only a few days before his death he told Miss Dutton that if God should call him, he would say, "Thy will be done".
Another writes, his end was wonderful:
  It was striking that after a period of storm and gloom, his soul should have passed to his Maker with the first bright rays of the morning sun
Mr. Hunter, of Emmanuel College, Cambridge, then staying at "Homeleigh", bears this witness in a letter to his father:
  I went to his room soon after the doctor had been in, and there on the thin, pale, lineaments of his face was an expression of the calmest peace. He had really fallen asleep in God. Mrs. Dutton, who was with him in his last moments, says that his eyes seemed to shine with an intense glow that was not earthly, as he lay gasping out his last life breath. It must have been the dying Christian's joy of soul at a happy release, to go into the presence of the Father.
It is a source of no small comfort for those who still mourn Chellam's untimely end, that in God's purposes the end after so much suffering was seasonable. Let Mr. Honter speak:
  Those five months however have been a wonderful time to him. For it was then that Barr began to realize more and more the wondrous indwelling of the spirit of God in him. Some of the spiritual struggles he experienced were of the intensest character. He passed through the fire and came forth refined and fitted for the King's House. God's inscrutable providence is neither to be questioned nor analysed, but we must infer from things seen. Long had Barr clung tenaciously to the hope that he would be healed by God's grace. In moments of extreme weakness and pain his faith in God never faltered. The supreme test of all came on Tuesday [August 2nd 1900]. Miss Dutton said, "Mr. Barr, suppose God should not see it fit to restore you to health and strength?". In a low, but steady voice came the thrilling response, "His will be done.".

"Christianity," continues Mr. Hunter, "can rise to no loftier heights in frail humanity. The glorious hopes of youth, the ardent delight of life itself, everything will be nothing to the Father's will. When a man of restless ambition, tried capacity, of high idealism, is content to say, with patience and humility, "Thy will be done," don't you think the summa crux of his higher life is passed? God took him when he had made him ready."
An account of his closing days, what he said and did, how it fared with his body and soul, has been very kindly furnished by nurse Miss Cearn, his constant attendant. I give it here:-
 

"Dear Sir,
Before this reaches you, you will have had news of the 'home going' of your dear brother, but I thought you might like a few particulars of his life and words, during the last days before his departure to be with Jesus.
We do not understand as yet God's dealings with us in the taking of him, but we know it must be right, knowing as we do that He does all things well.
You will remember I wrote to you on Friday August 24th, and enclosed it with Mr. Barr's letter of the same day. I told you the doctor's verdict that the right lung was seriously affected and that he was breaking up fast -and I felt that unless God worked marvellously, he would not be with us long -and I felt too that the Lord would not allow him to get worse and worse if He meant ultimately to raise him up, -for I have seen this fact with regard to God's dealings with us for many years past, that He never wastes anything and He would not now waste the manifestation of His strength to him -I mean that He would not allow him to come yet lower physically and then have to build him up.
On Saturday he was weaker. I read to him our Y.M.C.A. text and also the Revised Version of it, Jude 24 "Now unto Him that is able to guard you from stumbling and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy" etc.
He listened and enjoyed, it as indeed he always did the reading of God's Word.
In the afternoon a friend of his from College called and saw him for about ten minutes. Then Mr. Musa Bhai came to see him [how he had looked forward to his coming!] so that when Miss Winkler came later in the day, he was too tired to see her.
I think perhaps he had his first impression of going home on Saturday evening, for he said to me, 'Nurse if the Lord should take me" and then his breath coming so quickly stopped his further talking for that time. I was rather uncertain at the time if he said "take" me -or "if the Lord should touch me", but as the next thing he said was to ask me if he could have a light in his room all night, a little light, which of course he had, I think my first idea was right, and I was with him nearly all night. From 10 p.m. Saturday to 2 a.m. Sunday he slept, but after that was restless and dozing all the time.
When awake he was moaning. I asked him, 'Can I do anything for you to make you easy?' he answered, 'Only pray for me' which I did -and later on, the same morning, when I had , in a few words asked the Lord to be pleased to ease him and give him sleep -he said 'Is that all you can say for me?' 'No' I said, 'but take this first, you will be better able to pray in spirit' -and I gave him some nourishment. Then we had a real good time in the presence of our Lord -one of those times when one's soul sees Jesus and the beauty of His grace and forgets all else -I thanked the Lord that we were His children -redeemed by the precious blood, and sanctified by the Holy Spirit -and praised Him that through the riches of His grace He had made this known to us by the same Holy Spirit, and that we were heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ.' He responded 'Praise God' during this.
This seemed to calm him wonderfully and lulled him into sleep, and he had an hour or two of good sleep.
But that was the beginning of the four bad nights -and he was not left at all, day or night, after Saturday, and we had many precious times in the quiet of the night -though at times he would be talking unconsciously.
On Sunday morning I helped him to get up and he sat as usual in his sofa-chair -which we wheeled to and from the bed-side. In the afternoon he lay down again in bed and stayed there. Then the rest of the day after tea, the sound of singing came up from the dining room below and he expressed a wish -again- to hear some singing. So Mr. Redlich kindly offered to come up and play some hymns on the piano in the sitting room, on the same landing as his bedroom. We sang from No. 44 New Songs and Solos 'I would not ask for earthly store' -
The last verse was specially appropriate though we did not know it at the time. I give it here.

And when at last my labour o'er
I cross the narrow sea
Grant, Lord, that on the other shore
My Soul may dwell with Thee
And learn what here I cannot know
Why Thou hast ever loved me so".


He said to me 'I can't sing them but I like to hear them -I feel that I could sing if I had the breath -I should love to sing' -He seemed as if he longed to praise. On Sunday afternoon too, Miss Winkler came, Mrs. Baxter's friend, and she had had a remarkable experience. Since the previous afternoon when she called, she told us how ill she had been, it seemed as it were a sudden smiting of Satan -she thought she was taken for dead, and telegraphed for Mr. Brodie -one of the Bethsham workers -who was away in another part of London -God wonderfully raised her up and she walked straight from her couch to this house. She felt that God would have her come, as He had laid the burden of Mr. Barr's condition so much on her heart, and that it was merely Satan trying to hinder her, who probably was. Her talk was most helpful. I was with Mr. Barr nearly all the time but left them, at the close, for a few minutes. Her whole subject was on this, the sudden coming of the Lord for His children and this verse had been forcibly applied to her in the morning, when she was suffering such agony. 'Surely, I come quickly' and she thought it meant coming in death to her, and the point was, her willingness to go: was she willing? And after a moments hesitation, she could truthfully say she was. This seemed to be the lesson she was to pass on. She told me that she asked Mr. Barr, that if God should want him to go to Him, would he be willing? He answered, 'Yes, I am willing to do my God's will'. That was beautiful, was it not? I do not think any of us know how deeply God was teaching him in these last few days, in such a gentle loving way which is just like Him. His spirit was woven and inter-knitted with the reality of God As far back as two weeks ago, he said to me on two different occasions 'I know I do not live near enough to God. I must have some quiet time.' Then we arranged to have a quiet time directly after his breakfast, I leaving him after the reading of a few verses and prayer, that he might be alone with God. Sometimes he went off to sleep during the reading or prayer, which was the best thing he could do -then I left him.

Monday was the last day he got up, then I helped him into his wheeled chair -he was very weak indeed, and his cough ceased which was a bad sign.
I read to him the usual Y.M.C.A. reading for the day, Matt.24.32-51. The text verse for the day was, Watch ye and pray always Luke 21.36. After reading the 41st verse, 'one shall be taken and the other left' he asked me, what does that mean? I told him a little -after that he lay back again, apparently contented.
At tea time he said to me, "I want to ask a favour nurse, that you will sing to me after tea?" I said, "Oh yes, we will have some singing", and so Mr. Redlich came up again -he had so kindly offered to come up any time and play when Mr. Barr could bear the noise of the piano. And he wanted us to sing

Rock of ages cleft for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
which we did and after that,
Jesus Lover of my soul,
and then said "I should like
O God our help in ages past
Our Hope for years to come
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home.

We sang those three, and I think that was all. He was tired and I put him to bed early, soon after six. We sat quietly together then till nearly eight, and he dozed and woke up somewhat refreshed for his supper. After that I found a hymn. No. 208 in Consecration and Faith, and said I thought he would enjoy hearing a verse or two of it read. This was the first verse

There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine
Reserved for all the heirs of grace
Oh, be that refuge mine

Through the night he was restless -and frequently prayed short sentences like prayers -such as "O Lord help me". We were both glad when the morning dawned. He seemed better during the day [as in most of the cases]; he had letters and opened them and tried to read them after breakfast, but could not finish them and asked me to read them to him. I read him parts of them. This was Tuesday morning. Two letters were from Ceylon, one from Mr. Musa Bhai, and one from an English friend. When I was feeding him with a spoon at dinner time, I said "I shall have to do it this way for a few days" -as of course he had usually sat up and eaten his dinner in a proper fashion. He said, "For a few weeks I think", and later in the day when I was giving him some Brands essence in a teaspoon, I coaxed him to take it, saying, "it will help to make you better." But he said , "I shall never be better nurse". I said to him, "Do you feel like that?", and he gave a slight turn of his head on the pillow meaning assent. We always tried to save him uttering more words than were absolutely necessary as we know the effort it cost him. He wanted to see Mr. Redlich all day, but he was gone out before he enquired for him.....He spoke his name several times during the day, also "Honter" and "Musa Bhai", and during the last night, Tuesday night, Mr. Musa Bhai's name came over more than once, also that of "Agil"....and "my brother". He told me on the day before [Monday] that he had many bad dreams about his friends, in one that all his brother's house lost their faith, and in another that Agil was hurt, killed. These things troubled him on Tuesday night, and the only comfort was to pray aloud beside him, telling God all about it, and reminding him that He was stronger than the evil one. Of course much that he said, was while he was unconscious, but these things troubled him, conscious or unconscious during the last day ad night. But towards the dawning of the morning, Wednesday, he was quite conscious, and uttered such a heartfelt little prayer, clasping his hands together and praying, among other things, that God would pardon him if he had believed wrongly, for Jesus Christ's sake. This was so touching ,and, perhaps on that account, I remember that one sentence.
I gave him nourishment regularly, at every two hours during the night and morning, and at one of such times, he said "I am good, I take what you bring me"...."Yes", I said, "you are good......you are getting better in this line".......By saying he was good, he was thinking of the times when he had not been good -one of the greatest difficulties in the nursing of him has been to get him to take food; but latterly that was easy to be understood, his throat being in such a bad state.
The last thing he took was at about 8.30, which was yolk of an egg beaten up I warm milk....except water, which he asked for at about 9.15 a.m., and soon after that the moaning ceased and I called Miss Dutton up to see him, and together we watched while he breathed his last, and the spirit returned to God who gave it -he passed quietly and peacefully away, there was no difference in him than there had been all the night and the day previous, except that the moaning ceased.
I must ask you to excuse the many references to myself, but I hardly know how to write it otherwise. It has been a privilege to nurse the dear one just gone from us.
With Christian sympathy, believe me.

Yours very sincerely,
[Nurse] A.M. Cearn."