CHAPTER 9--AND ENLARGE MY COAST-1867-1868. AET. 35-36.

LITTLE reference has hitherto been made to an element that entered largely into Mr. Taylor's experience ; he was the tenderest of fathers. His children meant more to him than is usually the case with a very busy man, and his delight in them from their infancy was second only to his sense of responsibility for their training. It had cost him much to bring them to China ; and journeys that involved an absence from home of weeks at a time, with no means of communication save by special messenger, were a real test both to him and to those left behind.

" It is an easy thing to sing, ' I all on earth forsake,' " he wrote to his mother on the first of these occasions (January 1867)." It is not very difficult to think, and honestly though ignorantly say, ' I give up all to Thee and for Thee.' But God sometimes teaches one that that little word 'all' is terribly comprehensive. Thank God He has left me much, very much ; and above all, He never leaves us."

A tiny sheet of pink notepaper with a flower painted in one comer followed Mr. Taylor on this journey. The single word " Papa " in large round hand on the envelope showed from whom it came, but the worn travel-stained condition of the little missive, as one handles it now, is more eloquent than the loving words

Dear Papa, I hope God has helped you to do what you wanted, and that you will soon come back. I have a nice bead-mat for you when you come home . . . dear, dear Papa.

Carried in her father's pocket-book for many a long year, Gracie's little letter, probably the first she ever wrote, tells of the hard life he led no less than of his tender love for her. She was the eldest of his flock, the precious link with early years when he had first met, loved, and married her mother in Ningpo. Three sons had been given them in England, followed by the baby sister, whose arrival brought special joy to Gracie's heart. But though all were equally dear to their parents, there was about the little maiden of eight years old a peculiar charm. On the Lammermuir, the wonderful change in some of the sailors when they came to know and love the Lord. Jesus had so impressed her, that she too gave her heart to the Saviour as never before. Her deeply spiritual nature had developed like a flower in the sunshine, under the consciousness of His love, so that toward the end of this first summer in Hang-chow her father could write to the grandparents

I do wish you had seen her lately. Since her conversion she had become quite another child. Her look was more soft, more sweet, more happy.

That first summer was intensely hot, and when the thermometer stood at 103° indoors it seemed time to seek relief. The children were all suffering, and Mrs. Taylor was so ill that it was with difficulty she could be got out of the city. A boat trip of six miles brought them to the hills, where amid the ruins of a once famous temple accommodation had been found. A' couple of sheds, or long narrow buildings, were still habitable, in addition to the hall that held idols, and in the former-the priests being willing to turn an honest penny-the Hang-chow party established themselves. The hills were lovely, though the glory of azaleas, wistaria, and other spring flowers had passed away. Pines, oaks, and elms afforded welcome shade, while mountain streams made music, and as jar as eye could see there was one unbroken sweep of higher or lower ranges, canals, and rivers, with the Hang-chow Bay and the open sea beyond. It would have been a paradise as compared with the city,but for the illness of several of the party, and the sorrowful sights and sounds of idol worship close at hand.

As they left their boats the first day and were going up the steep stone path made for pilgrims, little Gracie noticed a man making an idol.

" Oh, papa," she said earnestly, " he doesn't know about Jesus, or he would never do it ! Won't you tell him ? "

Her hand clasped in his, Mr. Taylor did so, the child following with eager interest. Farther on they came to a shady place and sat down to rest. Gracie's thoughts were still full of what had happened, and she seemed relieved when her father suggested that they should pray for the man they had been trying to help.

" We sang a hymn," he recalled when every memory of her was precious, " and then I said, `Will you pray first ? ' She did so, and never had I heard such a prayer. She had seen the man making an idol : her heart was full, and she was talking to God on his behalf. The dear child went on and on, pleading that God would have mercy upon the poor Chinese and would strengthen her father to preach to them. I never was so moved by any prayer. My heart was bowed before God. Words fail me to describe it."

And now, a week later, how dark the shadow that had fallen on that father's heart !

" Beloved brother," he wrote to Mr. Berger on the 15th of August, " I know not how to write or how to refrain. I seem to be writing, almost, from the inner chamber of the King of kings. Surely this is holy ground. I am trying to pen a few lines by the couch on which my darling little Gracie lies dying. Her complaint is hydrocephalus. Dear brother, our flesh and our heart fail, but God is the strength of our heart and our portion for ever.

" It was no vain nor unintelligent act when, knowing this land, its people and climate, I laid my wife and children, with myself, on the altar for this service. And He Whom so unworthily, with much of weakness and failure, yet in simplicity and godly sincerity, we are and have been seeking to serve, and not without some measure of success-He has not left us now."

" Who plucked this flower ? " said the gardener.

" The Master," answered his fellow-workman. And the gardener held his peace.

It was not that there was any questioning of the dealings of God with them or their precious child. But the loss was so great, so overwhelming !

" Except when diverted from it by the duties and necessities of our position," he wrote to his mother in September, " our torn hearts will revert to the one subject, and I know not how to write to you of any other. Our dear little Gracie ! How we miss her sweet voice in the morning, one of the first sounds to greet us when we woke-and through the day and at eventide ! As I take the walks I used to take with her tripping at my side, the thought comes anew like a throb of agony, ' Is it possible that I shall never more feel the pressure of that little hand, never more hear the sweet prattle of those dear lips, never more see the sparkle of those bright eyes ? ' And yet she is not lost. I would not have her back again. I am thankful she was taken, rather than any of the others, though she was the sunshine of our lives.... But she is far holier, far happier than she could ever have been here.

" I think I never saw anything so perfect, so beautiful, as the remains of that dear child. The long, silken eyelashes under the finely arched brows ; the nose, so delicately chiselled ; the mouth, small and sweetly expressive ; the purity of the white' features ; the quiet composure of the countenance-all are deeply impressed on heart and memory. Then her sweet little Chinese jacket, and the little hands folded on her bosom, holding a single flower-oh, it was passing fair I and so hard to close for ever from our sight 1-{1 Miss Bowyer also wrote from Hang-chow at the time : " never saw anything so lovely as dear little Gracie the evening after her death (on August 23) : it was the sweetest expression of countenance one could behold on earth."}

" Pray for us. At times I seem almost overwhelmed with the internal and external trials connected with our work. But He has said, ' I will never leave thee nor forsake thee,' and 'My strength is made perfect in weakness.' So be it."

" He makes no mistakes!' was the unshaken conviction of these hearts ; and it was with thankfulness they saw, as their bereavement became known, the chastening effect it was having upon others besides themselves. Tidings of the goodness of God in this respect were no little cheer to Mr. and Mrs. Berger amid their difficulties at home.

"HE is keeping Satan altogether under just - now," Miss Blatchley was able to write in October, " and I am sure will never let him work against us so as to prevail. How devoutly grateful we ought to feel for the state of things in the Mission now as compared with a few months ago-when our lute seemed too full of rifts for harmony ever to come back again."

In His own way, as they prayed and trusted, God was bringing it back. In His own way, too, He was leading to fresh developments.

For, meanwhile, the great, waiting land, in all its need and darkness, was not forgotten. Difficulties had been more and trials heavier than had been anticipated, but even as Mr. and Mrs. Taylor gave back the little one they so tenderly loved to Him Whose loan she had been, they consecrated themselves afresh to the task of reaching inland China with the Gospel. At the bedside of their dying child in the temple, Duncan, the steadfast Highlander, Mr. Taylor's chief companion on pioneering journeys, had been keeping watch. Nanking was upon his heart-the famous city twice capital of China, with its ancient wall twenty miles in circumference, and its large population still without any witness for Christ. Duncan was not specially gifted or cultured, but he possessed grit and perseverance and a great love for souls. He it was who had toiled at Chinese with the man at the wash-tub while waiting a better teacher, sitting beside him for hours, repeating sentences as he said them or verses that he read from the Gospels, and winning him to Christ at length by his very earnestness in seeking to make the Saviour known.1-{1 " It is a great blessing when God gives one a hunger for souls," Mr. Taylor wrote many years later (November 11902). " A good many of our early workers had it. We get better people now in some ways, better educated and so on, but it is not often you find that real hunger for soulspeople willing to live anywhere and endure anything if only souls may be saved.. They were very often humble people. If they were to offer to our Mission now, they might not be accepted-George Duncan, for example I But nothing can take its place, or make up for the lack of it. . . . It is so much more important than any ability."}It was something of a risk, no doubt, to let Duncan go forward in such an undertaking. But he could be spared ; he was a, man who, his resolution once formed, never wavered ; and the burden of those souls was on his heart.

The early autumn, therefore, saw this solitary pioneer on his way northward, a letter written the day before he reached his destination giving some impression of the spirit he brought to bear upon his task.

Sept. 17, 1867: On Sunday we had a good deal of rain, and I could not get into the city (Chin-kiang). I had a fine quiet day, did a good deal of reading, and had time for meditation on the Word and the matchless grace of the Lord Jesus. Oh, to be always in a humble, devout, and consecrated spirit, drawing richly from the fountain of infinite grace, being filled with the fulness of " Him that filleth all in all, continually realising that Christ is made unto us " wisdom and righteousness and sanctification and redemption," and that we are " complete in Him." I feel I want this so much I I have often to say with the Psalmist, " Thou did'st hide Thy face, I was troubled." Nothing can ever substitute for the presence of Christ. " Whatever else may be denied, Thy presence, Lord, be given." I am sure a real Christian cannot be but miserable without it. Other helpers soon fail, apart from Him, and comforts flee. All our springs are in Him. He must be all in all, the paramount object of our soul's affection, or we cannot be happy ourselves or make others happy around us. Oh that I might be satisfied, filled with His fulness ! The ambitious man may take the honours of the world, so I may but have Christ. He shall be enough for my soul ! To hear Him say " I am thy salvation " is more to us than anything the world can give.

Needless to say, the young missionary received no welcome at Nanking. Up and down its long streets he and his Chinese helper searched in vain for any lodging that would take them in. Immediately on hearing of a foreigner's arrival, word had been sent from the Prefect to every hostelry that they were on no account to receive him, and as night fell the outlook was far from cheering. Apparently, however, the priest in charge of the Drum Tower had. not been included among possible hosts, and when the weary strangers sought his aid he was not unwilling to render it. He had no proper room, he said, for visitors, but if they liked to sleep in the Drum Tower at night and be out all day, so as not to frighten people who came to worship, he would share with them his accommodation.

It was a miserable place ! Few, very few Europeans ,would have thought it possible to live there at all

But " we gladly accepted it," wrote Duncan, " and managed very nicely,, though we have rather more rats than I like. At night they want to devour everything ! "

Between the depredations of these marauders and the solemn sound of the drum, beaten at intervals, it was not possible to get much sleep, and at day-dawn they had to roll up their bedding and. turn out on the streets of the city. The tall figure of the missionary soon became familiar in the tea-shops and frequented thoroughfares, and the neighbourhood of the Drum Tower must have known him well before he succeeded in finding another residence. A carpenter at last had courage to receive him, dividing off a strip of his single upstairs' room for the use of the foreigner. On the other side of the matting lived the Chinese family, while below was the shop and kitchen, so that the new arrivals had every opportunity for picking up colloquial conversation. After a time Duncan persuaded his landlord to share with him the lower room as well. A slight partition was put up, giving the missionary a long but very narrow street chapel, the first ever opened in Nanking ; and there he sat, like Judson in his zayat, receiving and conversing with all who would turn in.

" I am not able to talk much," he wrote, " but God helping me, I will say what I can, and T'ien-fuh (the Chinese evangelist) makes them understand. Oh, to make everything conduce to the gathering in of precious souls and the glory of our Master ! "

Thus was commenced permanent missionary work in the great city that is now one of the strongest centres of the Christian Church in China. Duncan may not have been able to do much ; but he held the fort with quiet courage, and one soul at any rate was saved in that first street chapel.1-{1 " This self-denying work was not in vain. One man who first heard him there became interested, convinced, converted. After due probation he was baptized ; and being early removed, left his dying as well as living testimony to the grace of Him Who is mighty to save." See China's Millions for September 1875, article by J. Hudson Taylor.} A remarkable answer to prayer, also, was given which it is good to recall.

Soon after his arrival in Nanking Duncan had inquired about banks through which money could be remitted to him, and had sent Mr.Taylor the names of two that had representatives in Hang-chow. But one of these had failed, it appeared, while the other had left the city. This information was communicated to Duncan as soon as possible, and he set about seeking other agencies, but without success for a time. The situation did not disquiet him. He was sure that the Master Who had sent him there, and was giving him acceptance with the people, would not fail in some way or other to provide. Still, his last piece of silver had to be changed ; the strings of cash disappeared one by one ; and the cook who was really anxious came and said: " What shall we do when the money is all gone ? "

" Do ? " was Duncan's quiet reply ; " we will `trust in the Lord and do good ' ; so shall we ' dwell in the land,' and verily we shall be fed."

To go back to Hang-chow himself would have been possible ; but Duncan well knew that if once he left the city it would be ten times more difficult to get in again. His hardly won position was too precious to be endangered. So he wrote that he would trust in God and hold on.

Matters were in this position when, to Mr. Taylor's relief, Rudland arrived unexpectedly, ready for any service. He was more than willing to carry supplies to Nanking, and set off at once by boat for the ten or twelve days' journey. Wind and weather, the condition of embankments and the temper of the boat-people all seemed favourable, until he came to a place where the water was so low in the Canal that they could go no farther. Repairs were needed somewhere, and would be put through in time. Meanwhile the Foreign teacher must make up his 'mind to wait !

But this was just what Rudland could not do. So far he had been wonderfully prospered in answer to prayer, and though surprised at the hindrance being permitted, he was sure the Lord had some way of helping him on. All was explained, however, when he found that by abandoning the boat and striking off overland he could shorten the journey by four days. This meant sixty miles on foot, with only Chinese shoes, or on a springless wheelbarrow ; but eagerly he pressed on.

And what of Duncan and his companions ? The cook had saved five dollars from his wages, and when his master's supplies came to an end he revealed this little store and begged him to accept it.

" But you know I do not borrow," said Duncan simply. " No, sir," urged the man, " it is a gift•-a gift to the Lord." _

That being evidently his intention, Duncan took it thankfully, and they were of one mind in making it go as far as possible. But five dollars, however economically used, will not last indefinitely, and the morning came when there was not enough to provide another meal. It was Saturday too ; and the cook had to stop his master, who was going out to preach as usual, with the question " What shall we do now ? "

" Do ? " was still the answer ; " we will `trust in the Lord and do good'; so shall we `dwell in the land,' and verily we shall be fed."

But Chu-meo watched his friend and teacher down the street with a sinking heart. Verily thou shalt be fed-it was a promise from God's Word, he knew, and they were fulfilling the conditions ; but would it, would it Prove true, now they had nothing else to depend upon ?

Twelve miles from the city, that very morning, Rudland, limping painfully along, fell in with a donkey-boy looking for a job.

" Oh, yes, he had heard of the foreigner living in Nanking !For a few tens of cash he would take this friend to his door."

As the sun set that evening, returning from a long day's work, what was Duncan's surprise to see his faithful servant running with a joyous face to meet him.

"It's all right, it's all right," he cried, panting for breath;" Mr. Rudland-the money-a good supper ! "

" Did I not tell you this morning," he replied, laying a kindly hand on his shoulder, " that it is always 'all right 'to trust in the living God ? "

This experience, tidings of which Rudland carried back to Hang-chow, was a great encouragement both to the missionaries and native Christians. There too the Lord was working, and the sorrowful days of summer were giving place to the joy of harvest. To Mr. Taylor's great thankfulness, he had been joined by his old friend Wang Lae-djiin of Ningpo, who was by this time an experienced Christian worker. An engagement with another mission had detained him;' but no sooner was* he free than he came over to see if he could be of use to those to whom he owed everything spiritually. Twice already baptisms had taken place at Hang-chow, and there was quite a group of believers who needed pastoral care. This Mr. Taylor was little able to give, with all the other claims upon him, and it was with great thankfulness he recognised in Wang Lae-djiin the very helper needed.

And now the little church inaugurated in July with nineteen members was growing rapidly under the helpful oversight of its native, pastor. Mr. Taylor himself was keeping in close touch with them, preaching on Sundays whenever he could, and seeking to develop a missionary spirit among the Christians. Many glimpses are given in the correspondence of the period of this side of his activities, the more directly missionary work in which he delighted ; but upon these we must not dwell. Of the October baptisms Mrs. Taylor. wrote : -

When I went down to the afternoon service I saw such a sight as would have rejoiced the hearts of dear friends at home. Our courtyard in front of the main part of the house is a large one,and it was more than filled with a quiet, attentive audience. One hundred and sixty persons were seated. Dear Lae-djiin baptized three men and three women, and the service was held there as being more convenient than the chapel.

And this brings us to one of the important discoveries Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were making along the lines of women's work. For the new departure of going to the people in their own homes, dressed as they were, and with nothing that could make them feel the Gospel message to be foreign to their own life and surroundings was justified by-results.

" I think if you could see how the people love and trust us you would rejoice," Miss Faulding wrote that autumn. " It does so please them to see us liking to be like themselves in outward things. They express the greatest satisfaction, and are delighted especially that our shoes and style of hair-dressing should be the same as theirs. Instead of having difficulty in getting access to the people, they come here day after day saying,

"`Fuh Ku-niang, 1-{1 Fuh, the character chosen as the nearest in sound to Miss Faulding's surname, means happiness : " Miss Happiness," a suitable name for the bright-faced girl who was a messenger of life and peace to so many in Hang-chow, and who is lovingly remembered there to this day.} we want you to come to our house and teach us about the religion.'

" A woman said to me the other day, 'Do come, my mother wants to hear. . . .

" I sometimes long that my whole time could be spent in visiting, at others that at least half could be given to the schoolfor I do so long to see native preachers raised up there, and the boys want training. Then again, we need books so much that if I could spend several hours daily with the teacher I should be glad, The work just seems overwhelming taking this city alone, and how much more so when one looks beyond to provinces full of .ties in which there is no missionary 1 And look beyond we must.

" My heart does so well up with joy that I am here, and here among the people to a great extent as one of themselves. . Nothing could be more encouraging than our position-so almost more than willingly the people listen. I should think when I go out I often speak to more than two hundred persons. . . . Yet I am never treated in any way rudely, but with all kindness. Sometimes, indeed, it is with difficulty I get out of having to smoke a pipe, while tea and lunch I frequently have to take."

Rich and poor alike welcomed this gentle visitor ; and it was not a passing . curiosity, for the more she became known the more was she invited into homes of all sorts.Ladies in Mandarins' families sent for her, and she was welcomed even to a Buddhist nunnery, but as of old it was the common people " who gave most heed to the message.

I have now been out of each of the city-gates (ten of them)," she wrote after fifteen months in Hang-chow, " and am widely known in every part of the city, but still find it difficult to overtake all the visits I am asked to make. Fuh Ku-niang often wishes she could make herself into two or three, or else accomplish two or three times as much as she can in a day. I am very glad I can speak to the people in the Hang-chow dialect ; it pleases them, and I believe brings the Truth home more than the most fluent Ningpo would do.

" I sat down the other day beside a peasant girl and said, with my hand on hers

" ` If you want to be happy you should worship God. Your rice is the gift of Heaven. It is Heaven that creates and preserves life, is it not ? (Quoting two well-known Chinese proverbs.) I want to tell you about true happiness which the Lord of Heaven will give you, if you worship Him.'

" I had not time to say more before she got up, and standing in the door of her little hut, bowed herself three or four times in worship of Heaven. So simply and eagerly did she express her longing for happiness 1 Then she sat down again by my side and listened attentively while I told her of God and heaven and hell, and the wonderful way of salvation.

As I came home it was raining and not very pleasant, but this and other receptions I had just had made me feel' Would that others might know the joy of this work, and come and carry the Truth to every Chinese home ! ' "

This spirit won its way, and it was largely due to such visiting that new faces were always to be seen in the chapel at Sin-kai-long.

" I wish you could have been with me the other day," Miss Faulding continued a week later, " as I went to one and another of the straw huts among the ruins. The people had mostly seen or heard of me before, and apologising for their wretched homes (which are wretched indeed !), they received me cordially. As so often happens, my dress met with high approval, which led me to say

" ` I have come here to be a Hang-chow woman. I eat your rice, wear your dress, speak your words, and I desire your happiness. You see, we are all sisters.'

" This last specially pleased the woman to whom I was speaking.

" ` Ah,' she said, ` you call me your sister ! That is good! Then I may call you my Great (or Elder) Sister.'

" ` But your years are more than mine.'

" ` Yes,' she replied, taking my hand in hers, `but you have come to teach us ; so you are my Great Sister.'

" It seemed as if, in finding a little sympathy, new springs in her nature had been touched. Putting her arm round my shoulder as we were leaving, she said

" ` I will come on Sunday ; I will come on Sunday.' "

And come they did-men, women, and children, whether to school or sewing-class, dispensary or public meetings. The medical work had done much to attract ; but Mr. Taylor as he watched it all could not but be profoundly impressed with this new line of things, new at any rate in China.

" No mightier power has been entrusted to us," he wrote that first autumn, " than the true sympathy that identified itself with those it seeks to benefit. It carried the heart captive ; and to get close to the hearts of the people is our great aim ; to win their confidence and love our daily object.

In its actual influence on the people at large," he continued with regard to such work as the ladies were doing, " I am strongly inclined to consider it the most powerful agency at our disposal. "1-{1- From Mr. Taylor's first general letter to friends at home after reaching Hang-chow, dated October 1867.}

And fuller experience only justified the conclusion. Yet of all the innovations connected with the. Mission none met with stronger opposition. The presence of unmarried ladies in the interior at all was, with many, a sufficient ground for condemning. the whole work, and determined efforts were made to secure their recall to the coast. It was strongly stated in letters home that to send unmarried ladies to inland stations was a waste of life and energy, as there was no opening for their labours. This moved Mrs. Taylor deeply, and quite early in the summer she had written to Mrs. Berger

Oh, how can any one who knows the love of Christ look round upon these groping, perishing heathen and call any expenditure " a waste " which brings about their conversion ! Had we the right people and suitable accommodation, I believe that twenty Sisters could easily find work in Hang-chow to-morrow. I feel pretty sure I could find work for ten Miss Fauldings and ten Miss Bowyers. The Lord ever keep them as simple and true-hearted as they are !

I have always found that the great difficulty in the way of female agency has been location. So few married couples (and I do not wonder at it, or blame any for it) are prepared to give up the retirement and privacy which are so pleasant, and to receive comparative strangers into their family. My dear husband and I have at times discussed the feasibility of. establishing some of the Sisters in a house by' themselves, and perhaps after a time this might be done.... But may the Lord direct. It is His work we are doing, and He can and will raise up helpers. Mr. -'s assertion about their being very little opening, etc., stirs me to hope and pray that God will show his mistake by pouring out a large blessing upon this instrumentality, feeble though it be in itself.

Thus they were grappling with big problems, and obtaining, even. then, glimpses of developments to which God was leading in His own way. And in the process He was developing them, preparing one and another for the special work that lay before them. How little Rudland, for example, or any one else in those early days, could have foreseen the usefulness for which he was being fitted. Of all the Hangchow party he was the one who seemed, at any rate to himself, least likely to do much in China. He could not get hold of the language ; and the more he tried to study the worse became the -headaches, that left him utterly discouraged. But Mr. Taylor was developing as a leader no less than his fellow-workers along other lines.

" I wonder could you spare time to help me a little ? " he said to Rudland one day, after prayerfully considering how to meet the difficulty.

Gladly would I," responded the young man, " but what is there I can do ? "

" Well, I am troubled about the printing-press. The workmen seem to get through so little when left to themselves, and I really have not time to look after them. You managed so well in putting the press together ; do you not think you could superintend it for me now ? "

In vain Rudland protested that he knew nothing about printing.

" If you will just go in and begin at the beginning," said Mr. Taylor, " the men will be pleased to show you how to set up type, etc., and the fact of your being there will keep them to their work."

So Rudland left his books for the cheerful activity of the printing-room. The workmen were glad to have his company and proud to display their superior knowledge. Listening to their conversation by the hour together, he found himself picking up words and phrases more quickly than he could discover their English equivalents. It was the Gouin system to perfection I and all his spare time he was fain to spend over the dictionary to make out what he had been learning. The headaches were soon conquered, and the lines laid down for a life service, that was to include the translation and printing of almost the entire Scriptures in a dialect spoken by millions to whom the Word of God was thus made accessible.

Resourcefulness was one of the characteristics Mr. Taylor was developing to the advantage of those associated with him. They were learning to know that if anything could be done to meet a case of need he was pretty sure to see it, and not likely to be hindered by difficulties that grit, grace, and gumption could overcome. None who were in Hang-chow at the time would forget his arrival one night, for example, long after the city gates were shut and they had given up hope of seeing him. One of the party was seriously ill, and in Mr. Taylor's absence no medical help was available. A messenger was sent after him, and he turned back from an important journey only to find himself too late to enter the city. Darkness had fallen, and the gates were closed and barred. There seemed nothing for it but to spend the night on the river, while a precious life might be at stake.

But who was this coming up behind him who seemed confident of getting in ? A Government messenger with despatches 1 then the gate would be opened surely? But no : a 'basket, he saw, was being let down over the wall,. in which the messenger was to be drawn up. It was no use asking for a passage in that uncertain craft, but Mr. Taylor's quick eye caught means of steadying it. Hanging from the basket was a rope, which it was the work of a moment to seize as it was ascending. It required pluck and determination, however, to hold on and face the angry guards at the top.

" I gave them two hundred good reasons," said Mr. Taylor on reaching home, " why they should allow me to proceed."

" Two hundred I how had you time ? "

" They came out of my cash-bag," was the smiling reply, " so it did not take very long."

Among all the mercies that crowned the year 1867-the first complete year for the Lammermuir party in Chinanone was greater than the answer to the prayer with which it had opened, " O that Thou wouldest bless me indeed and -enlarge my coast." The stations occupied by the Mission had doubled in number in that short period.1-{1 In addition to Siao-shan, which was near Hang-chow, Tai-chow-fu, Nanking, and Wen-chow-had been opened-all important governing cities and centres of population.} At its commencement, the distance between the most widely separated had been only four days' journey ; but at its close, Duncan in Nanking was as much as twenty-four days, by ordinary means of travel, from Stott in Wen-chow,-a considerably enlarged sphere of labour when one remembers that, with the exception of Hang-chow, no Protestant missionaries save those of the G.I.M. were settled anywhere away from the coast or the treaty ports. And the earnest spirit at Sin-kai-long was just as marked an answer to prayer. " Oh! that we may be made capable of bearing much blessing," wrote one of the young workers to Mrs. Berger in November." Do pray that we may each be drawn close to the Saviour, and kept walking with Him in such sweet fellowship that for us to live may be Christ. Then, what wonders should we see! ... The destitution in the light of eternity is awful. It stares us in the face. Human effort cannot meet it ; nothing can, short of divine power. So do pray. Oh l we need to lay hold upon God about it. May He make us really in earnest. How can we trifle, how can we be listless in view of His unfailing promise that what we ask in faith we shall receive ? ... Why are we not Israels ? God grant that we may learn how to pray."

For the great land around them, as well as for their own spiritual needs, the last day of the year was again set apart for prayer and fasting. From eleven in the morning till 3 P.M. one meeting lasted, "without weariness," Miss Blatchley wrote, " God's Holy Spirit wrapping us round in renewed dedication and truly baptizing us : 'He shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost and with fire.' At 8.3o we again met for united prayer, and still that bower gathered and increased. Mr. Taylor read the 90th Psalm. We continued in prayer and singing till, the year ended, and at twelve partook of the Lord's Supper. A holier time I have never known."

And there was need for such inward strengthening. In spite of success-because, indeed, of the footing gained in some places, there was great and increasing opposition in others. From his sick-bed, only a few weeks earlier, Mr. Taylor had been carried to the Governor's ya-men to report in person the ill-usage of Mr. McCarthy's helpers, who had been set upon and almost beaten to death in Hu-chow. As soon as he could travel, he had gone direct to the scene of the riot, living himself in a boat within the turbulent city, and giving two weeks of careful, patient effort to smoothing matters over, only t0 find that for the time being foreigners must retire. No sooner had the new year dawned than Mr. Williamson was driven out 0f another important city, through attacks 0n those who had befriended him ; and Mr. Taylor, who was making a tour of the older stations, was overtaken with the tidings that Kin-hwa-fu had had to be given up.

" I went to see the poor fellow in prison," Mr. Williamson wrote of the middleman who by order of the Mandarin had suffered three thousand blows. " His back and legs were severely swollen and bruised. He was shut up in a den with a number of criminals, confined like so many wild beasts in a cage. The weather was very cold, and there seemed every probability of the poor fellow losing his life from the treatment he had received. . . . Next morning the landlord was sent for to the ya-men, while the mother and wife of the imprisoned man were threatening to commit suicide, blaming us for bringing all this trouble upon them. The same day, in order to save these poor people from further ill-usage, we left the house . . . returning to Hang-chow."

It was proving harder even than had been anticipated, this pioneering work-yet how Mr. Taylor's heart went out to the Christless multitudes around them ! Crossing the beautiful district of Tai-chow-fu for the first time, he was profoundly impressed with its countless villages and hamlets among the mountains as well as the towns and cities of its populous plains.

" Are there no servants of our common Lord rusting away at home," he wrote to Mr. Berger, " or at least doing work that others would do if they left it, who might be out here among these numberless towns and villages ?

" As we passed the gate of one little town, a coffin was being borne to its last resting-place.

" ' Alas ! ' said the native Christian with me, 'if the Gospel were preached in this place to-day, it would be too late for that poor man.'

" Yes, and for how many more will it be too late ! My thoughts were busied, now with the untold need of the unoccupied provinces, now with the neglected districts of this province, until I was compelled to roll the burden on the Lord, and cry to Him for wisdom to dispose aright of those He may send to help me, and to plead for more native and foreign workers."

Very easily, as one can see, might the whole, Mission have become absorbed in that one coast-board province, small though it was among all the provinces of China. But, providentially, door after door was closed. Riots, disturbances, sickness, and other troubles hindered developments that would have tended in this direction, and gradually, almost insensibly, Mr. Taylor's own way seemed guided northward.

" If you will not smile at my planning in our dining-room," Mr. Berger had written in a letter that crossed Mr. Taylor's quoted above, " I will tell you my musings concerning your future movements. I fancy you will some day transfer your headquarters to some desirable city or town very near the Yangtze River, perhaps within' easy reach of Hang-chow. Thus you would, I suppose, have access to a Consul, and facilities for going to Shanghai and up the river, so as to reach many provinces. The LORD guide you in all things : 'He that believeth shall not make haste.' "

It was not easy after sixteen months in Hang-chow to face the thought of leaving the work that had become so dear to them for "some desirable city near the Yangtze " in which to begin all over again. Fifty baptized believers were, gathered already in the little church under Pastor Wang's care, and there were many inquirers. But Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy and Miss Faulding would remain in charge of the station and be quite able to receive and help new workers. Duncan at Nanking was sorely needing relief, and Mrs. Taylor was ready to go either there or anywhere else as the work seemed to require. But much had to be considered as spring came on, and the noon prayer meetings were times of real drawing near to God.

To Mr. and Mrs. Judd, who had recently arrived from home, all this was very memorable.

" It really was building the wall in troublous times," he wrote of those days : " one never knew what friends who were away might be suffering. Scarcely any station was opened without a riot. The noon meetings were solemn hours often prolonged, because there was so much to pray about. One feels the thrill of . them still."

The quiet courage of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, taking up themselves the pioneering work in which experience was so needed, specially impressed Mrs. Judd.

" One always felt braver when with them," she recalled, " more able to endure hardness. One seemed to catch something of their spirit. Those solemn hours of waiting upon God when we first reached Hang-chow can never be forgotten. The powers of darkness seemed so real, as one stronghold after another was attacked by our small band of workers. But the presence of the Lord was more real, as Mr. Taylor pleaded that' with all boldness ' we might speak His Word,. and that the Name of Jesus might be glorified ; and we were confident that victory would be the Lord's and ours."

But the leader of the Mission, conscious only of weakness in himself, was taken up with Another.

" I am sure you never forget us at the Throne of Grace," he had written to his mother, thinking of what the coming summer might mean to wife and children. " I try to live a day at a time, and even so have enough to do ; but though I try, I do not always succeed. Pray for more faith, more love, more' wisdom for me. ... What could I do without the promise, ` Lo, I am with you always'? "

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