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deny herself, take up her cross, and follow Jesus. She felt that in all probability she was bidding England farewell for ever, and relinquishing a life of ease and comfort for one of privation and hardship; yet could she rejoice in the dreary prospect, for she heard a voice saying, "My grace is sufficient for thee." It was strange that in this hour the thought of her mother should be so present with her, and yet after all not strange, for she had been less motherless than many a girl who has grown up to womanhood beneath a mother's eye, for, though absent in body, Mrs. Campbell's memory and prayers had been an ever present influence. She was removed from her children when Isabel had only just attained her seventh year-an age, as some would say, too early for any definite impressions to have been received; but the foundation of true education judiciously laid by her, had been built upon by her sisterin-law; and this, in conjunction with the Christian submission and consistency shown in the life of their father, had led the brother and sister to seek an interest in Jesus, and to become faithful workers in His vineyard. But to return to Isabel. The parting-hymn was sung, and farewells commenced; but it was not until she felt herself folded in her brother's arms, that she fully estimated the amount of the sacrifice she was making. Then, indeed, her fortitude gave way, and she clung to him weeping bitterly. Herbert was deeply moved, but he saw the necessity of bringing before her the one true consolation; so he said, in as quiet a tone as he could command, My own dear sister, you know how much I love you; you know, too, that under other circumstances I could not bear to bid you farewell-perhaps for ever on earth; but I can give you up to Christ with glad joy. We may not meet again in this world, darling, but, this mortal life over, we shall find each other in that home where so many of our dear ones are gathered safely;
and, Isabel, I am sure if they could speak to you now they would say, 'Go! and, on India's shores, help to set up the Saviour's banner.' May God, the God of our parents, bless both you and your husband, and encourage you in your labour. Dear as you are to me, I can gladly let you go, and I pray that our Saviour's presence may go with you, and cheer you until the day of earthly service is past, and we all meet around the throne in glory." In a long embrace he folded her once again, and then her tears dried away. Isabel turned to Elliott, who was henceforth to be husband, friend, and brother, all in one. He met her glance with a tender smile, and Herbert knew how much it meant-he knew that Isabel's happiness was in safe keeping; and, as he grasped his friend's hand, he whispered, "I know you will be to her all that an earthly friend can be!" Elliott's eye rested on his wife for a moment with unspeakable tenderness, then he answered quietly, "I will; farewell, my friend!" Soon came the embarkation; and Herbert, amid a crowd of spectators, stood to watch the last faint outline of the two figures on the deck. When at last the ship receded from his sight, he turned away feeling lonely, it is true, but yet thanking God that one so dear to him had devoted herself to the work of the Lord. Again he thanked God for the blessing of pious parents, and for the home influence which indirectly had led to the conversion of Isabel and himself.
would not change her life for that of any of England's favoured daughters, because she feels that it is the lot God chose for her. In a letter Herbert received on the death of one of his little ones, she writes: "Across the blue waves which separate us, my heart turns to you, my dear brother and sister, with tenderest sympathy. I think of your dwelling, over which the angel of death has passed, and left within two bereaved hearts; and I pray that God may draw you both nearer to Himself by this loss. Your
darling is not lost to you, only gone before, taken from the wilderness to the land where no sickness, neither pain dwelleth, and where the tempest of sorrow shall never sweep over her heart. You have given a child to God, and, whatever after life may bring you, she will be a cord to draw you upwards. Therefore, take courage, and remember you may go to her, though she may not return to you.' You ask of my welfare. I am happy, quite happy; I am blessed with the most considerate and loving husband a woman could possibly possess, and the joys of our life far outweigh the sorrows. We have had to encounter much opposition, and the climate has been very trying to us, but God has blessed us in our work, and has been ever with us in sickness and in health, cheering us in life as we believe He will support us in death. Elliott has been ill-very ill, but God has restored him to me and to His work, and my heart overflows with gratitude. You ask if I regret my choice? I say 'No,' a thousand times No!' for I believe this is the very work God trained me for in my girlhood. There come times of weariness, of course, but, amid the darkness, it seems even as if I could see the end of our course, and the dear ones waiting on the heavenly shore to welcome us. Oh! Herbert, I think not a day of my life passes that I do not see reason to praise God for the in
Here we must leave the history of "The Widower and the Motherless." God has led the father and his youngest child safely to the home of rest; while to the two who remain, He is proving a helper in the pilgrim path. In His hands we leave them, assured that He will guide them safely until they rejoin their loved ones in heaven; and we would now affectionately urge upon mothers not to think lightly of their responsibilities. Into your hands is committed the moulding of infant minds, and directly a child begins to take notice of surrounding objects, it is capable of receiving impressions; and on you will depend much of its future character. So live that if God should early remove you from your dear oues, your memory may be a sweet influence to keep them from evil, or to win them back from forbidden paths. Be earnest in prayer, too, for it will avail when all else fails, and your prayers offered in faith for your little ones will be of more value to them in after life than hoarded stores of gold. There have been cases where the sons of godly parents have sunk low in sin, but in the moment of maddest transgression a mother's prayers have followed them, and an angel-whisper has arrested the straying ones. Remember this, and pray on; be watchful, too, to live in accordance with the doctrines you profess; slumber not at your post, for it is your mission to guide little feet into the fold of the Good Shepherd. Look not carelessly into the little eyes that turn to you for appreciation, nor turn unheedingly away from the questions asked by childish lips, for unto your motherly care is given a soul to be trained for eternity. L. ST. C.