We were parting after such a season of Christian fellowship as could be born only of heaven. Some had traveled several hundred miles to get there. The chief part lived in the country roundabout. Some large tents had been set up and in one of them we had assembled three times a-day for prayer, for searching the Scriptures, and for preaching the gospel to the unsaved. Goodly numbers had attended from the country all around, and some had found blessing.

Those responsible for the arrangements had labored night and day during these meetings, untiringly ministering in the various services required at such times, ever watchful for the comfort and welfare of all.

The love and grace of God freshened in the soul by the ministry of His Word, and by its practical manifestation in the various services rendered, had deepened the bond of unity in all, and we were thankful. In this mind, one of those about to leave said to another who had borne a large share of the burden, The Lord will remember your work of faith and labor of love, brother. To this he quietly replied, We owe it to our neighbors. Since God has made known to us the riches of His grace, we should do all in our power to make it known to them too.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ-that spirit of grace which led Him to the toils of His journey through this world, was indeed, we thought, being reproduced in this dear man and his associates. In the midst of a scene where "all seek their own, not the things of our Lord Jesus Christ," how encouraging and refreshing are such exceptions to the rule, and, thank God, they are yet to be found.