'My dear Mrs. Meech,--Many congratulations and condolences with you. Your little son has gone to Emily. She'll look after the little man as you looked after her little man. Just fancy! we have family connections in heaven not a few, and ever increasing. I hope you are now getting better and going on all right. 'I am much cheered by the good news of soul movements in the West Mission. May they continue and increase! 'With many prayers for you all, and kept in constant remembrance of you all by the date block, 'Yours in loving sympathy, 'JAMES GILMOUR.' 'May 30, 1888. 'I am doctoring a little homeless lad's head here. I put on ointment all over it to-day. He cried. I said I had medicine that would stop the pain, and brought out six cash--one farthing--and told him to go and have a bowl of buckwheat meal strings. All laughed, he stopped crying, and did not seem to feel the pain after that. Most of the people in the town are much impressed with the improvement in the boy's head. Before he came to me I saw a Chinese medicine-man poking at the lad's head with a straw. When he came I rubbed on ointment with my finger. The bystanders were much pleased to see I was not averse to touching the poor dirty lad's sore head. Jesus touched a leper, and I like to do things like what Jesus would do. That is the right way, boys. Always think what Jesus would have done, and do like Him.' 'Mongolia: Sept. 9, 1888. 'My dear Sons,--I am out on a journey. I knew letters were being sent me, and hoped to meet them. A long way off I saw a red umbrella, the sun shining through the oilcloth. The thought passed through my mind, "Can that be the messenger?" But I forgot all about it, reading a book as I walked along. All at once I heard, "He's come," and looking up, saw the red umbrella close at hand. It _was_ him. The messenger returns to-morrow. I had had no letters for eighty days. 'I wrote you last on August 2. Since then several men have professed Christ, and one man has been baptized.