"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth, for they do rest from their labors and their works do follow them."
It is with grief for our own loss that we record the death of our beloved brother, Albert E. Robinson He first came to the Mission in 1914, through a tract given him at the Agricultural Show Grounds by Sister Winnie, and has been one of us ever since. He was a faithful witness for the Lord, never missing an opportunity of testifying, either in meetings or on his busmen rounds. As he was well advanced in years, we often begged him to give up his fish hawking and let us take care of him. We last saw him when he came to the Easter Prayer Convention; but a fortnight previously—whilst spending the weekend with us—he dreamed that he was carefully tending a dickering candle, trying to keep it alight, but—to his consternation—it went out and he was left alone in the dense darkness. Solomon speaks of man's life as a candle (13:9)), so we realised that the Holy Spirit was revealing things to come, and that the light of our dear brother's life was to be extinguished.
In his last letter, dated April 28th, he says, "On Wednesday night I was very bad, I got no sleep, and in prayer my mind wandered. However, I had a strange experience— I saw, printed on my left arm below the elbow, 'Soon coming' It was red, and formed by a rash of pimples, each about the size of a pin's head, and was pretty to look at. When I got up, I thought I would show my arm to The Sun people and others; but when I looked on the arm there was no sign of the letters on it. For some days I have eaten very little, but when pains come I tell Jesus and the pain is gone, so I thank Him.— Yours in Christ Jesus, —A. E. Robinson."
(Brother Robinson frequently wrote to 'The Sun" and 'Koo-wee-rup Advertiser' on the accumulating signs of the Lord's near coming, hence his reference to "The Sun people' , but we are inclined to think the red letters re-ferred to the soon coming of death.—Editor.)
On Friday he was on his way to the Mission, but collapsed before reaching the railway station, and was earned to the Soldiers' War Memorial Hospital, but, though Sister Thompson, who is in charge, gave him every attention, he sank and died just after midnight on Saturday, 10th May Loved and respected by all in the neighborhood of Koo-wee-rup