I have now given twelve years to this work. I have seen wonderful changes. I have seen men with painted faces and feathers following the leader on to darkness and death. I have seen the same men, clothed and in their right minds, stand before a heathen audience of their own people and heard one say, only last week, “Men and brethren, you know me as a man fierce in war—a man whose hands are stained with blood—a man bearing many wounds. My body still bears the marks, but Christ has made me whole. I am another man. My body is the same, but my heart is new. My soul is clean; my will has changed; I think differently. The Gospel has renewed me.” It was one of the grandest pleas for the Gospel I ever heard. O! will you not empty your gold and your silver into the treasury? Will you not advance, and take every post as fast as ready to surrender? Let us guard these people with a great army of the Lord. Send on the advance guard and bring up your reinforcements. _I_ do not want to fall till I see Dakota taken for the Lord! * * * * * THE CHINESE. * * * * * CHRISTIAN CHINESE EN ROUTE TO CHINA. It is some of the experiences of our Chinese brethren on their way to their native land that I have in mind in this title—not the bare fact that they do so return, or that their presence in their old homes cannot but become a leavening and a gradually revolutionizing influence there. The subjoined letter is of special interest only because it is a little more full in its statement than others relating to other voyages. The writer, Ng Hing, was brought to faith in Christ at our Barnes Mission, and the letter is addressed to his teacher, Mrs. H. W. Lamont. Ng Hing is a modern Nathaniel. I scarcely ever spoke with him during the first months of his discipleship to Christ, but I felt like repeating that greeting which Jesus gave to the first Nathaniel: “Behold an Israelite indeed, in whom there is no guile.” And I have found this impression abundantly confirmed by the testimony of his brethren and my own closer acquaintanceship. The letter is a little old, being dated Nov. 17th. When it was first placed in my hands I asked the privilege of laying it before the readers of the MISSIONARY, but it has been crowded out till now. I give it with no attempt to set it right in its English. It will be understood as it is, and will be read, I trust, with all the more interest, revealing, as it does, the attempt of an intelligent Chinese to wrestle with what must seem to him the awkward idioms of our outlandish tongue: “_Dear Teacher_: