As I was leaving one of them said, "There is a new-comer across the street. She belongs to some church _outside_." By "outside" she meant the old, settled parts. "You better call on her." I did so, and said that I was the home missionary. I asked her how she liked her new home? "Not much. It is a dreadfully wicked place." "Yes, that is true; and I hope you will lend a hand in the good work. You are a Christian, I believe?" "Yes; but I don't belong to your church." "What church are you now a member of?" "Well, there is only one of my kind in the State that I know of." "You must feel lonesome at times; but in what do you differ from us?" "Well, we believe in being immersed three times in succession, face downwards. I intend doing what I can." After giving her a cordial invitation to attend the church, I left the good woman, saying I hoped I could depend on her being at church. But, alas! trade became so brisk that the good sister had to work Sundays. She felt very sorry, she said, but it did seem as if it was impossible to live a Christian life in such a wicked place; and she had concluded not to give her letter to the church until she could get into a better community, where she would not have to work Sundays. I told her I was surprised that one who had been so thoroughly cleansed should have fallen away so quickly. "Yes; but it is such a wicked place." "I know; but you have only to be just a small Christian here to pass for a first-class saint!" She smiled sadly, and said she guessed she would wait. A man that must have a "New England element" to work in will feel depressed in such a field. But if, like Wesley, his field is the world, or, like Paul, he can say to the people, "called to be saints," then he can thrust in the sickle and begin harvesting. We must not only sow beside all waters, but reap too. Do not harvest the weeds and the darnel, nor reject the barley because it is not wheat. Often in the new settlements there are enough Christians to form the nucleus of one church; whereas, if we wait to have a church for each sect, it means waste of money and waste of men. In one small town of less than three hundred people, where there were many denominations represented, the company that owned nearly all the land gave a lot and the lumber for a church. Most of the Christians united, and a minister was secured. Some, however, would not join with their brethren, but waited on the superintendent to get a lot for themselves. He said, "Yes, we will give you all a lot and help you build. Just as soon as this church becomes self-supporting we will give the next strongest a lot, and so on to the end."