The effect of the placard was simply to secure a larger audience and a closer attention at the preaching service, to demonstrate the futility of gods that men could make and men destroy, and to give our helper and his friends the best possible opportunity to do two things: 1st, to show that Confucius urges all men to study and seek for the truth wherever they can find it, and those who propose to beat and kill and doom men for doing this, are no followers of that great master; and, 2d, to illustrate the Christian spirit by inviting those who had “put up the white poster to come to the mission-house, where they would be kindly treated,” and find themselves in the midst of good friends. * * * * * FONG GET LOY IN CHINA. Fong Get Loy was one of our earliest converts, and though only a house servant, has long been a pillar in our Sacramento mission work. Somewhat more than a year ago he returned to China and spent several months. I have been greatly interested in his account of his experiences there, and at my request he has written them out, as follows, (the original in Chinese; the translation by Lem Chung): Dear Brother in Christ: According to your request, I will at this time send you account of my late visit in China; and what I doing while there. When I sailed from San Francisco, two of our Sacramento mission boys go with me on the ship. Every day we prayed together and talk about Jesus. We take thirty-three days sailing to Hong Kong. Before we landed, just as we casting anchor, we three gathered to hold prayer meeting, that God keep us from evil and temptation in China, and help us to work for Him. At the same time our heathen countrymen sacrificed to the goddess of the sea. I met our Christian brother, Fung Affoo, in Hong Kong; stayed there one day and two nights. Then I take Chinese schooner, sail hundred fifty miles to my own town, which took two days more before I get home. One year before I return to China I sent have house built. When I arrived home, I found idols in some of the rooms to worship: in the kitchen, to the god who takes care the cooking; at the front door, the one who looks and guards the door to let no evil spirits come in to trouble us; also, in the parlor I found the one who watches the whole house. I found blocks of wood with names of ancestors, carefully keep time of birth and death. All these they expect me to worship on my return. I told them: “My father dead—gone away. If he bad man when he live, God punish him now. He would be shut up in prison; can he come? They say ‘No.’ I say: ‘If my father good man, he happy now; he in a good place; he don’t want to come here, eat anything.’ I tell them: ‘You put up the god to take care the cooking; you sit down, do nothing; by-and-by you not have anything to cook. Somebody else have no god in the kitchen; they go to work; by and by they have something to eat!’ I say: ‘You place the idol by the front