ot forget to take the Testaments on Tuesday
night. I always carry some with me, and always regret if I am taken
by surprise, and have not any.

Read and delight in "The tongue of fire," especially the first four or
five chapters. If a man would be the instrument of winning souls to
his Lord, it is utterly impossible for him to do so except through and
by the Holy Ghost. He must be loving the praise of God, more than
that of man. He must be humble, mean spirited it is called by many;
even sometimes by his friends: and he can only be mean spirited by
living near God. Let a man live distant from God, who is light, and
he will not think he is so bad, but will think himself a little better
than others, but let him live near God, and as he lives near Him he
will feel himself worse than the worst; such is the power of the
glorious light . . . . Goodbye; kind regards to all.

Yours sincerely, C. G. GORDON."

Another letter from Gravesend.

Nov. 24, 1868.

"My dear Mr. Wardle, I thank you for your kind note. I send you 500
leaflets, kindly give them to the boys and girls of Buxton. The
servant forgot to pay the carriage, so I send a small sum which I hope
will cover it. I hear now and then of the Dark Lane Ragged School,
from Mr. James Johnson, who kindly writes now and then. I will write
(D.V.) again shortly. Kind regards.

Yours sincerely
C. G. GORDON."

Again he writes from Gravesend.

"My Dear Mr. Wardle, I hope you have not forgotten me, for I have not
done so to you, but I am sure you are very busy, and hard worked . . .
. Will you thank Fielden for his kind note and remember me to his
wife and brother. Tell him I was very glad to hear of two of my boys,
English and Hogg.

I often would like to look in and see you and the lads at _Dark Lane_,
{63} and all my poor old sick folk I used to visit. Remember me to
them all.

I do not see my way to come down yet awhile, for we have all our leave
stopped. Excuse me for I have my hands full of work. Believe me, my
dear Mr. Wardle.

Yours sincerely
C. G. GORDON."

CHAPTER IV.

"In the love of a brave and faithful man, there is always a strain of
maternal tenderness; he gives out again those beams of protecting
fondness, which were shed on him as he lay upon his mother's
knee."--GEO. ELLIOTT.

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