He has never married. In early life, as I have said elsewhere, he became convinced that his work would be better served if he remained single. I think, however, that his somewhat monastic theories have been softened by Time. At least I have heard him say that he does not advise any one to follow his example! There are a little cluster of us--I refer to people in the literary and artistic world--who have come together and who are thinking of building ourselves homes upon the shores of the island. I hope this, for my friends and for myself, will soon come about. Be that as it may, I shall never forget the days and nights I have spent with Frederick Charrington when I have been endeavouring, faithfully and without prejudice, to present his life as it has been, and to show him to my readers through the medium of my mind. I may have made a thousand mistakes in my view--I hope not. All I know is, that I have tried to do my best. All that I am certain is, that I have been privileged to tell the story of a great spiritual force of this era. In everything that he has done throughout his life he has always proved himself a Christian and a Gentleman. Upon that day--many years distant I hope and believe--when he is gathered up to be with Jesus, he will leave behind him a legacy of good works, an inspiration to other missionaries and evangelists of Christ, which will not easily be forgotten. Who of us can say that in our youth we turned away from all this world has to offer and renounced enormous fortune and high place? Who of us can say that since such a day we have lived wholly and entirely for others, among the most appalling surroundings, with the greatest courage? To have held up the standard of our Lord in the very forefront of the battle, never to have swerved so much as a hair's breadth from the very thickest of the fight. To have kept the Faith always.... I will say no more. The life of a good man, surveyed in its entirety, hushes the voice, and stills the moving pen. You, who have travelled with me thus far, if it seems good to you, and for the sake of Jesus, and this man who has fought for Him so valiantly and so long, _help him in his work_. I bid you good-bye, as my friend also. In the last words of this memoir, I like to think of him walking, as I saw him not long ago, through horrible slums upon a certain Sunday afternoon. Clinging to each hand, trotting eagerly beside him, were two little girls with eager, upturned faces and bright golden hair. _Richard Clay & Sons, Limited, London and Bungay._ * * * * * Transcriber's note: Archaic spelling and variations in spelling and hyphenation have been retained except in obvious cases of typographical error.