s time depict his inner
experience from day to day:--

'_July 10._--Rose 6.20. Dull morning, rained a little. Felt
uncomfortable at the idea of being killed; felt troubled at the
idea of leaving Peking. How am I to pack and carry my goods? Felt
troubled at remaining in the midst of a troubled city, with a
government weak and stupid. How is my mission to get on beginning
thus? O God, let me cast all my care upon Thee, and commit my soul
also to Thy safe keeping. Keep me, O God, in perfect peace! Rain
made a thin meeting this morning, but all was quiet. In afternoon
went with Mr. Edkins to the west; things uncommonly quiet and
peaceful.

'_July 12._--While others are writing to papers and trying to stir
up the feelings of the people, so that they may take action in the
matter, perhaps I may be able to do some good moving Heaven. My
creed leads me to think that prayer is efficacious, and surely a
day's asking God to overrule all these events for good is not lost.
Still, there is a great feeling that when a man is praying he is
doing nothing, and this feeling, I am sure, makes us give undue
importance to work, sometimes even to the hurrying over or even to
the neglect of prayer.

'_July 22._--A good deal troubled about the present state of
matters. I don't exactly know how to estimate rumours and reports,
and this may cause me more uneasiness than there is any need for.
Still, I don't know. At times I feel a great revulsion from being
killed, at other times I feel as if I could be killed quietly, and
not dislike the thing much. Sometimes the tone of those about us is
hopeful, and that causes hope also. Sometimes the prospect of a
speedy removal, a half flight, comes upon me with great force, and
to see all its annoyance, not to speak of the danger, is not
pleasant at all. Oh for the simple, childlike faith that can trust
all things to God and leave all care upon Him! Ought we not to have
it? Is God not the same God now that He was when He delivered His
people from Egypt, and His saints from the hands of their enemies,
from the mouth of the lions, and the fiery furnace? Cannot God keep
us yet--will He not do it? But then comes the thought, perhaps God
does not wish us to live, but to die. Often has He allowed His
saints to be slain. What then? W