ne
is--eager to experience more of the Almighty power inworking
inside. Eager to be more transformed. Less conformed to the world.
Eager to touch God more, and have Him touch me more, so that I can
feel His touch.

'I am distressed at so few conversions here. But again sometimes
very fully satisfied in believing I am trying to do His will. That
makes me calm. I am scared at our property venture, but again trust
in God, and the fears subside. The world to come, too, sometimes
looms up clear as not far distant, and the light that shines from
that makes things seem different a good deal.'

From other letters that remain we catch glimpses of the course of his
action and thought during these last weeks. During the year 1869 he met
in Edinburgh Mrs. Swan, the widow of one of the pioneers of the Mongol
Mission of 1817 to 1841, and that interview gave the chief direction to
the work of his life. In March 1891 he heard of Mrs. Swan's death, and
he wrote to Miss Cullen, her niece, the following letter:--

'I sent you a post-card acknowledging receipt of your kind letter
of December 10, saying that Mrs. Swan had passed away on November
22. I had not heard, and just then I had not time to write. I am
now at the east end of my district, three days' journey from where
the mail reached me.

'I am much moved to think that letter to me was her last. And there
is a fitness that it should be so. "Baptized for the dead," as the
phrase is. In some sense I am successor to her work, and it was not
out of keeping that her last letter should have been to the field
which all along had such a large place and keen interest in her
heart, where so many more good works found a place. I often think
of all the kindness and friendship I have experienced at her hands,
both on my visits to Edinburgh and through letters. Missionaries
miss such lives much when they are removed. I need not speak to
you, who knew her so well, of what a charming hostess she made, and
of how, even in her old age, all her great and abiding earnestness
had running through it all so much happy Scotch humour.

'I had no idea Mrs. Swan was so old. Eighty-one, she did not look
old except about the last time I saw her, and then I had no idea
her age was so great. She has gone; but for many years to come, if
I am spared, I shall