A Retrospect
CHAPTER XII.02
Called To Swatow - Reading 02
Mr. Burns came down from a town called Am-po, that we had visited together several times, to see me off, and returned again when I had sailed, with two native evangelists sent up from Hong-kong by the Rev. J. Johnson, of the American Baptist Missionary Union. The people were willing to listen to their preaching, and to accept their books as a gift, but they would not buy them. One night robbers broke in and carried off everything they had, with the exception of their stock of literature, which was supposed to be valueless. Next morning, very early, they were knocked up by persons wishing to buy books, and the sales continued; so that by breakfast time they had not only cash enough to procure food, but to pay also for the passage of one of the men to Double Island, below Swatow, with a letter to Mr. Burns's agent to supply him with money. Purchasers continued coming during that day and the next, and our friends lacked nothing; but on the third day they could not sell a single book. Then, however, when the cash from their sales was just exhausted, the messenger returned with supplies.
It was early in July, after about four months' residence in Swatow, that I left for Shanghai, intending to return in the course of a few weeks, bringing with me my medical apparatus, for further work in association with the Rev. William Burns. A new and promising field seemed to be opening before us, and it was with much hopeful anticipation that we looked forward to the future of the work. Marked blessing was indeed in store for the city and neighbourhood of Swatow; but it was not the purpose of God that either of us should remain to reap the harvest. Mr. Burns while in the interior was taken up and imprisoned by the Chinese authorities soon after I left, and was sent to Canton. And though he returned to Swatow after the war had broken out, he was called away for other service, which prevented his subsequent return; while my journey to Shanghai proved to be the first step in a diverging pathway leading to other spheres.
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to play with shadows or pluck earthly flowers, | till I my work
have done, and | rendered up ac | count.
3. And I will | go! | I may no longer doubt to give up friends, and idol |
hopes, | and every tie that binds my heart to | thee, my | country.
4. Henceforth, then, it matters not, if storm or sunshine be my | earthly
lot, | bitter or sweet my | cup; | I only pray: "God make me
holy, and my spirit nerve for the stern | hour of strife!"
5. And when one for whom Satan hath struggled as he hath for | me, | has
gained at last that blessed | shore, | Oh! how this heart will glow
with | gratitude and | love.