thise with everything that tends towards life and
light in India, and rejoice with our brothers who bind sheaves,
believing that though all is not genuine corn, some is, yet we feel
compelled to give ourselves mainly to work of a character which, by its
very nature, can never be popular, and possibly never successful from a
statistical point of view, never, till the King comes, Whose Coming is
our hope.

CHAPTER XXXII

"Show me Thy Glory!"

"Yesterday I was called to see a patient, a young
woman who had been suffering terribly for three
days. It was the saddest case I ever saw in my
life. . . . I had to leave her to die. . . . The
experience was such a terrible one that, old and
accustomed surgeon as I am, I have been quite
upset by it ever since. As long as I live the
memory of that scene will cling to me."
_A Chinese Missionary._

"If we refuse to be corns of wheat falling into
the ground and dying; if we will neither sacrifice
prospects nor risk character and property and
health, nor, when we are called, relinquish home
and break family ties, for Christ's sake and His
Gospel, then we shall abide alone."
_Thomas Gajetan Ragland, India._

"Not mere pity for dead souls, but a passion for
the Glory of God, is what we need to hold us on to
Victory."
_Miss Lilias Trotter, Africa._

WE are all familiar with the facts and figures which stand for so much
more than we realise. We can repeat glibly enough that there are nearly
one thousand, five hundred million people in the world, and that of
these nearly one thousand million are heathen or Mohammedan. Perhaps we
can divide this unthinkable mass into comprehensible figures. We can
tell everyone who is interested in hearing it, that of this one thousand
million, two hundred million are Mohammedans; two hundred million more
are Hindus; four hundred and thirty million are Buddhists and
Confucianists; and more than one hundred and fifty million are Pagans.

But have we ever stopped and let the awfulness of these statements bear
down upon us? Do we take in, that we are talking about immortal souls?

We quote someone's computation that every day ninety-six thousand people
die without Christ. Have we ever