“Stand by Thy Missionary servants. Enable us all, to be living more from day to day, on Thy grace, to rely on Thy guiding arm with more childlike confidence, looking with a more simple faith to Thy finished work.
“Be the God of all near, and dear to me.
“May all my ties of blood, scattered far and wide over the earth, be able to claim a spiritual relationship with Thee, so that those earthly bonds of attachment, which sooner or later, must snap asunder here, be renewed, and perpetuated before the great white throne.”
As I read, she clasped her hands and looked reverently upward, as if her soul were drinking in the spirit of the great writer.
She followed me to the front gate, and thanked me for my visit.
It was the last time I ever saw her.
[CHAPTER II.]
“MARK THE PERFECT MAN, AND BEHOLD THE UPRIGHT, FOR THE END OF THAT MAN IS PEACE.”