Him in a strange land; and doubtless you will have fits of
home-sickness, and times when you will want those who have
hitherto made your world for you, and sometimes your husband
will feel the same, for marriage does not--if it be a wholesome
and sane one--destroy the old loves, but as one who knows what
the leaving home means, I know that you will find your Saviour
_near_, and _all-sufficient_ for all times and things.

Do you know a good old practice of ours in a strange land has
been to sing the 2nd Paraphrase every Saturday night. You tell
your husband to try it. At worship every Saturday night you sing
that, and though your voices break, you will find it a tonic.

You will have all your things packed up and ready and your
purchases all made, but as there are always a few small odds and
ends, as hairpins and button-hooks, etc., left at the end when
you are ready to embark and your boxes not at hand, I enclose a
few shillings to have in your pocket for that emergency.

I remember Mrs. Goldie having forgotten gloves and safety-pins
in Liverpool, and we rushed out of the cab to get them on our
way to the steamer!

May every blessing go with you, and may your married life be a
long and useful and happy one. He who hath hitherto led you will
still compass your path.--Yours affectionately,

MARY SLESSOR.

Ma loved to hear how the girls at home were working for Jesus. How
interested she was in all the new things that were being started--the
Girls' Auxiliaries, the Study Circles, and Guilds! "The Church," she
said, "is wise in winning the young, for they are going to be the
mothers of the future and shape the destiny of the nation, and they will
be all the wiser and the better mothers and Church members and citizens
for what they are doing."

Some of her little friends were quite young. There was Dorothy, for
instance, who was only five. She sent out Ma a picture-book which she
had made herself, and Ma wrote back saying, "I wish I could give you a
kiss and say 'Thank you' to your very real self by my very real self,
instead of sending you a mere message on paper. But you see I cannot fly
over the sea, and you can't come here, so what better can we do?"

The letters from home Ma kept, along with other treasures, in an old
chest of drawers that she loved because it had been her