He was a master of interesting and profitable conversation. He was well informed on most subjects and took delight in talking with others on matters of interest to them. He had the enviable reputation of being able to teach his hearers something every time they listened to him. He was witty but did not try to impress the fact upon his hearers. He said but few idle words. In repartee he was hard to put at disadvantage. On one occasion some one accused him of being a strict constructionist because of his technical manner of looking at the contents of a query. His immediate reply was, "I would rather be a strict-constructionist than a latitudinarian."

As a farmer he was a success. He could take as much interest in his farm as he could in other work. One of the merchants at North Manchester declared that there was more grain raised on Robert Miller's eighty acres than any other farm of like size in the community. It was only his extensive church labors that prevented him from reaping financial rewards from the farm. The pity is that he was not wholly supported by the church, that it had not been necessary to wear out his body in daily toil, but that the church might have received the full strength of his many-sided genius.

His life in the home was that of an ideal father and husband. His kindness, patience, self-sacrifice and tender sympathy were all that could be asked of any one. Whatever reverses came, he met them with patience and calm resignation. In hours of sickness he was strong and brave to endure, even

"The old Meetinghouse, two miles west of North Manchester, where the Annual Meeting was held in 1878 and where Elder R. H. Miller did most of his preaching during the last ten years of his life."

when death strokes were falling so heavily upon his dear ones.

To his second union there were born five sons, one of whom died in infancy. To these boys he was devotedly attached and his last thoughts were concerning them. Their names in order of their ages are, Oliver, Daniel, Robert and John. The brave mother has kept her little band together. For a few years after her husband's death she continued to reside on the farm near North Manchester. Then feeling the need of having some one to help teach the boys farming, she moved on the farm of her brother-in-law, Elder Samuel Stoner, near Ladoga, Ind. Here they lived until the boys were grown; then a farm was purchased a few miles distant. Here the companion and sons of our dear brother reside at present.

About two years before his death, Brother Robert moved his family from the farm to a little home near the west house in the North Manchester congregation. He was now relieved of the duties of the farm and could be more closely connected with the church work. Among the last of his loving deeds was assisting in building a new house for worship. The old house became too poor and inconvenient for further use. This was replaced by a large, commodious brick structure which still stands on the ground where the Anual Meeting of 1878 was held. Brother Robert was greatly interested in this new building. He was permitted to use it but little and his was one of the first funerals held in it.

His health during his last few years was not

good. Many engagements had to be canceled because of a lack of strength. For this reason, in his later life he was not so active as he had once been. He did little writing for the Gospel Messenger and held but three debates in ten years. He did not hold many series of meetings but was often called to officiate at funerals, marriages, special meetings and to preach doctrinal sermons.

It was for this purpose that the brethren at Mt. Morris, Ill., arranged for him to come to the special Bible Term in January, 1892, and deliver a series of doctrinal sermons. It was the intention to publish this series of sermons in a book for the edification of the church. Brother Robert realized the great opportunity offered him and the responsibility and possibility of his work. He accepted it gladly and put forth great effort in preparation. He began his work at Mt. Morris on the evening of January 8, 1892. Many brethren from far and near were present to hear this great champion of the faith defend its principles. Those who heard him say that he was at his best. But the work so auspiciously begun was soon cut short. The enthusiasm in preparation and the exertion in delivering his message were too straining on his weakened physical system. Tuesday, Jan. 12, found him sick in bed at the home of Brother J. G. Royer.

Other brethren filled the appointments with the hope that Brother Robert would soon be able to be with them again. But hope was in vain. The malady was seen to have a firm hold upon him. The wife was summoned to his bedside. Week after