ed, and how precious it became to
her. She heard, while reading it over and over again, the voice of Him
who first spoke these words to His beloved disciples, and that voice
had lost none of its former power. Eagerly and joyfully she drank in
the beautiful words and precious promises, spoken to those other sad
ones when the loving Master was about to leave them, and in her quiet
room her heart was filled with "the peace that passeth all
understanding." Needless to say, John xiv. became her favourite
chapter henceforth.

When the writer went to see Mr. Lue for the last time, we arrived late
one Friday night. He sat up joyfully when he heard our voice, and
greeted us with the words--"Our next meeting-place will be in Heaven."
It did not need more than one look at the wasted form to realize that
for him, at least, that happy place would soon be reached. It was with
a sad and husky voice we replied, "Yes, Mr. Lue, it will be with our
Lord in Glory." The native evangelist who had accompanied us now
entered the room, and after some talk we had prayer together. Although
our hearts ached and the tears could not be kept back, we were filled
with praise to God for His saving grace, for the hope of glory, and for
the eternal inheritance laid up in heaven. Oh, how near Heaven seemed!
Christ was in our midst, and the humble room seemed hallowed by His
presence. Having commended our brother to our Father's tender care, we
separated for the night.

The following day he was much the same. In the evening the prayer
meeting was held in his house, as we had a message from the Lord we
wanted to deliver to him and his wife. He insisted on being helped out
into the public room, and remained there while the meeting lasted,
which was consequently shortened. It was a blessed hour we spent
together in communion with the Lord, and in hearing His voice speaking
through Psalm xxiii.

The following day, Sunday, the meetings were held in the chapel, so Mr.
Lue could not be present. But he was present in spirit, and during the
prayer meeting his heart was lifted up to God in his lonely chamber.
In the evening the little praise meeting was held at their home, and we
shall never forget the picture that met our eyes as we entered. Mr. Lue
was lying on a low couch, his wife sitting close beside him, holding
his hand. Their little son was sitting close to both of them at the
end of the bed, leaning against his mother, and gently stroking