It was a wrench to all three of us when the parting came, and the dear
boy left us to begin his training for the Foreign Missions--his elected
field of labor; but we could not grudge our sacrifice when we compared
it with the immensity of his.

Bernard is devoting rare talents, ceaseless energy, abundant tenderness
to the winning of souls to God. Difficult and hopeless as his efforts
appear, yet his rare letters breathe patience and cheerful content.
Like every true missionary, he is prodigal of labor, in spite of the
apparent scarcity of the harvest gathered; for like his fellows, he
relies upon those inspired words which promise a plentiful reaping
before the great Harvest-home.


"They went forth on their way and wept: scattering
their seed.
But returning, they shall come with joy: carrying
their sheaves."




XII

PENNY


"While memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew."