And so we gather in as memorials and reminders some of the papers read at the evening sociables, and some paragraphs from reports of the reunion published in the _Word Carrier_ and _Advance_. First, we will have Isabella's paper, the story of that long journey home--By Land and by Sea:-- "Ding lang, ding lang, ding lang! Hear the bells. The litters are packed, the good-bys spoken. Thirteen years of work in sorrow and in joy are over. 'Good-by. We will pray for you all; do not forget us.' "Down the narrow street, past the closely crowded houses of more crowded inmates, beyond the pale green of the gardens, on the stony plain, and our long journey is begun. "Eight hours and the first inn is reached, we having made a twenty-five-mile stage. Over rocks and river, fertile lake-bed; desert plain, and through mountain-gorge, we creep our way, till, on the fifth day, the massive walls of Peking loom up before us. "Here there are cordial greetings from warm hearts, and willing hands stretched out to help. Best of all is the inspiration of mission meeting, with its glad, good news from Shantung Province. "By cart and by canal boat again away. At Tientsin we ride by starlight, in jinrickshas, to the steamer. How huge the monster! How broad seems the river, covered here and yonder, and again yonder, with fleets of boats! "We ensconce ourselves in the assigned state-rooms, and little Anna's foster-mother keeps a vigil by the child so soon to be hers no more. 'Farewell, farewell.' "Gray morning comes, and the ponderous engine begins his work. We move past boats, ships, steamers, past the fort at Taku, out on the open sea. No one sings, 'A Life on the Ocean Wave,' or 'Murmuring Sea,' for our 'day of youth went yesterday.' The enthusiasm of early years is gone. Instead, I read reverently the 107th Psalm, verses 23, 31. Then with the strong, glad, spray-laden breeze on one's face, it is fitting to read, 'The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.' 'Let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof. Let the floods clap their hands ... before the Lord.' 'The sea is his and he made it.' 'The earth is full of thy riches. So is this great and wide sea. There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein.' "Five days, and we steam up through the low, flat, fertile shores of Woo Sung River to Shanghai. "Ho for the land of the rising sun! Two days we sail over a silver sea; yonder is Nagasaki, and now a heavy rain reminds us that this is Japan. On through the Inland Sea. How surpassingly beautiful are the green hills and mountains on every side.