ing before daylight, at about four o'clock, and often took her Bible and went out into the woods to pray. I do not know how many times she knelt at her bedside the day she was taken sick. At one time, although so busy, I noticed she knelt, it seemed, ten or fifteen minutes. The Sabbath evening she was taken sick again, I could hear her saying an earnest 'Yes' to God. The great deep of her soul was breathing an eternal 'Yes' to all the will of her blessed Redeemer. It just seemed as if Jesus was telling her something deep, and her heart was saying, Amen. Oh, what lessons God has taught me from her pure, devote l life which will ever be an inspiration to me! Her exhortations follow me now, and my soul sinks utterly at the feet of Jesus, and is more dead to this world than ever before.

"She always said that she would not be in any other place on earth. She loved the work, and the natives, and they had learned to love her gentle, kind ways. She was one who loved the narrow way indeed. Since her death God has been rolling on me the burden for souls more than ever before. I need your prayers much.

"Yours in the love of Jesus,

"Harry Agnew." Referring still further to her whom he so deeply mourned, Mr. Agnew says:

My beloved one from a child had known the holy scriptures and the power of God. Having been brought up in the fear of the Lord by godly parents, it was her delight to do the will of her heavenly Father. For years she had been in evangelistic work, had stood in the front of the battle for God and souls, and loved the way of the cross and self-denial. She is now without fault before the throne of God, and her earnest prayers for Inhambane will all be answered by a loving and faithful God.

At the funeral there were present three other missionaries besides Mr. and Mrs. Haviland and myself. Mr. Haviland preached the funeral sermon at Mavili. Since then, he has also succumbed to the same dreaded hematuria, and lies buried beside her whom he helped to bury, from whence they shall both ascend at last to meet the Lord in the air.

The following letter from the pen of Mrs. Haviland, published in the Free Methodist, gives a further account of the funeral:

"One week ago we laid to rest the mortal remains of our precious Sister Agnew. For one week her pure spirit has been among the redeemed in glory. The veil that so thinly intervenes between earth and heaven has been drawn, and she now beholds face to face the One in whom her soul delighted. She died on the field of battle, wearing her polished armor and with the determination to conquer though she die. She had no thought of abandoning the work she had taken up here, but expected to live and labor among these natives for years to come. Knowing well the dangers to which she would be exposed in this climate, and without the slightest prospect of any human companionship except that of her husband, she came to Inhambane leaning alone on God. At the time she came she was the only woman missionary in all this region for miles around.

"A rough box coffin, neatly covered and lined, formed the casket for her earthly remains. At Brother Agnew's request early next morning she was brought to our mission for burial. The funeral procession consisted of ourselves and a few natives for carriers. As we made our way single file along the native foot-path, how different from a funeral procession at` home! Yet we all felt sure that, could she speak for herself, she would choose to be buried in this humble way among the people for whom she so willingly laid down her life, rather than to be buried in better taste, surrounded by weeping friends in her home land. A crowd of natives gathered at our hut, and the occasion was improved to impress important truths upon their minds. Three white missionaries besides ourselves were present; so we had a little service in English. She rests in a lovely spot on the top of the hill, facing the rising sun and the town and bay of Inhambane.

"Sister Agnew's brief sojourn here was not in vain. She had a burning love for the natives and prayed with such unction for their salvation! And shall not her prayers be answered, and we yet see a mighty outpouring of the Spirit among these dry bones? We believe it. Her great self-denial,

her willing sacrifice of herself and her all to Christ for precious souls, her endurance of hardness as a good soldier, without a murmur or complaint, her courage in stepping out alone for this field-these are some of the traits in her character that all may emulate with profit. Continue to pray for

Inhambane.

"Emma H. Haviland."

Mr. Agnew was now afflicted and lonely, indeed. Writing of his situation he says:

On arriving home from the funeral, I looked in through the window of the house and observing the departed one's clothing hanging up around, I felt that it would be some relief to set fire to the house and leave the spot forever. However, God sustained me, and I entered and packed the things out of sight as quickly as possible. He gave me to realize that there was a place above where he shall wipe away all tears, and where there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying.

To ease his crushed and bleeding heart, and also as an expression of his faith and hope in God while in

those depths of darkness and sorrow, as well as in the way of affectionate tribute to the virtues of his beloved dead, he inscribed in his journal the following lines, presented here because of the spirit they breathe, rather than as specimens of literary merit:

She's gone! the precious soul is gone!

Gone to her Father's home of love;

In garments brighter than the sun
She dwells in cloudless light above.

Gentle and modest, pure and true,

Her mission seemed as but begun;
Much on all sides there seemed to do,

When, suddenly, her work was done.

I fondly hoped 'twould not be so,

And thought the Lord would spare her long
To carry on his work below-

To love and cheer me with her song.

I bow my head beneath the rod,

Knowing the ways of God are right;
Our blessed Lord himself hath trod

The paths of woe and earthly night.

Hence, though I loved her as my life,
God's will I know is ever good;
Nor would he take away my wife
Unless he saw 'twere best he should.

Some day the veil will be removed;
And mysteries then shall be no more;

All will be clearly understood,

With pain and sorrow ever o'er.

CHAPTER XXVI.

TOILING AMID DISCOURAGEMENT-IN NEED OF RESTREMOVAL TO THE TRANSVAAL.

Workman of God, O lose not heart,

But learn what God is like;

And on the darkest battlefield

Thou shalt know where to strike.
Thrice blest is he to whom is given
The instinct that can tell

That God is on the field, when he
Is most invisible.

-Frederick W. Faber.

After his wife's death Mr. Agnew went for a time to visit Mr. and Mrs. Dent and Mr. and Mrs. Porter in their home at Kambini, a mission station about twenty miles north of Inhambane. He found these friends very kind, and was greatly comforted by them in his loneliness and sorrow.

Upon returning to Macheche he moved a little. farther down the hill and erected a permanent building on a spot directly facing the town of Inhambane. Referring to this renewal of his efforts at Inhambane, he says:

I had but little heart in the erection of the house, but built in hope that others would come to reinforce the mission. Once more I endeavored to start a school, and, lo encourage the children to come, offered them work at digging up around the station. After a certain number of days' work, at the rate of two hours a day, the boys were to get vests (manufactured by myself), and the girls were to re