Here comes a melancholy little touch of the sad side of Missionary work鈥攖hat side which must inevitably exist in everything belonging to this world:鈥�
鈥楽weet Aunt Fanny quoted to me not long ago, I suppose in reference to departure,鈥擶hen Thou wilt; where Thou wilt; how Thou wilt!鈥� I think that the last chapter which I read to her was Romans viii. It is such a long chapter, that I stopped at about the 25th verse, fearing to tire the dear invalid; but she made me finish the chapter.
鈥楢pril 13, 1892.
Has past! another weary weary day,
And learn the deep meaning of things that have been!鈥濃��
鈥楶resently the dear old Missionary, Mr. Rudolph, appeared. The pardah鈥漑27] lady, on seeing a man, hid behind an arm-chair. But when I told her that it was Rudolph Sahib,鈥� the old lady said that he was her father, and that she would make her salaam to him. I hear that the Begum is almost a Christian, and she can read. Wrapped in her chaddah, she walked with me to church, and stayed through the service. I was close behind her. When it was over, I managed to say a little sentence to her in rather better Hindustani, The Lord Jesus Christ is here; He gives blessing.鈥� The Begum gave a sound of assent.鈥�