This was a glad surprise to me. I had read Paul’s letters to the churches of Corinth and of Galatia, and the messages of Jesus to the seven churches of Asia, and was well aware that the disappointments which attended apostolic missions occurred often enough to-day in heathen lands to make our missionaries there rejoice with trembling over those apparently born of God; but, till recently, no such disappointment had been visited upon us. There were occasional backslidings, a temporary recession of interest, which started fears and called us to earnest prayer; but, in general, I could say, that I knew of no group of American Christians in whose steadfastness and zeal a pastor could take more delight than we could in our Chinese brethren. And this is still true; perhaps more evidently true than before, in view of the course which they have pursued towards some “false brethren.” About three months ago I visited Sacramento, in order to make new arrangements for the accommodation of our Mission there. The room which we had occupied free of rent for many years being no longer at our service, I was enabled to rent, at a comparatively low rate, a Mission house so well located, so roomy, and so well adapted to our peculiar work, that I came away gratefully realizing that the Master himself had gone before me, and believing that He was about to lead us into a larger and better work there than we had ever done before. The added expense, however, caused me to withdraw temporarily the paid helper, and to trust to the volunteer aid which our Chinese brethren promised to give. Among these volunteers, the one who seemed at once most able and most willing was Wong Wing. He spoke English well; seemed to be a natural leader; and while exhibiting some traits which made one stand somewhat in doubt, yet, on the whole, was trusted both by his Chinese brethren and their American friends. But he proved to be a Judas. He carried the bag and was a thief. Having possessed himself of several hundred dollars from the hard earnings of his brethren, he attempted to decamp, but has been brought back, and is now awaiting a trial which cannot but consign him to State’s Prison. The concern of our brethren, however, seems to be less for their own losses than for the dishonor brought upon the cause of Christ. “How shall we preach in the street any more,” they say, “unless we continue to let all men see that while we pity Wong Wing, we hate his evil deeds?” And they have spared neither pains nor expense in bringing him to justice, as, indeed, by the rules of their Association they were bound to do.