lp to us, and to the work in Kucheng.
Towards evening we had to return to the city; so after a parting prayer
and a last farewell, or, rather, a hopeful "We shall meet again up
yonder," we left him smiling his bright farewell. The evangelist
remained with them till the end should come.

Mr. Lue lingered on till Thursday night. During those days many came to
see him, and expressed their regret and pity at his not getting better.
But he answered brightly, "No, I am not sorry that the end is near.
Although I am loth to leave my family, I am still full of joy. There
is no fear of death in my heart, I am prepared for it, and I know my
Saviour is coming to take me to my Heavenly Home, to be with Him, which
is far better. What about you? Take heed and prepare quickly for the
day when you, too, may be called." With these words and many others,
he would testify to the joy he had in Christ, and exhort his neighbours
and friends to seek salvation before it was too late.

The day before his death he had a visit from a Christian distantly
related to him. He greeted him brightly, and said, "Jesus has not yet
come. I wish He would come quickly and take me Home. Our teacher left
the evangelist here to help us, and I know she has other work for him
to do." Up till the very end his thoughts were for others and not for
himself.

Towards midnight he called for his wife. "Please wash me quickly and
put my old garments aside, and help me into my new clothes, for I am
soon going: the Lord is calling me."

"Do not say this," she remonstrated.

But he answered, "Do not hinder me, do not try to delay me. My time
has come, my God is calling me."

So she did as he bid her, and prepared him for the journey. Some days
previously he had asked her to make him a long white robe, as it was in
pure white, within and without, that he wanted to meet his Lord. When
their preparations were ready, his wife wanted to call the evangelist,
but even then Mr. Lue was thoughtful enough to say, "No, do not wake
him; he is getting old, let him sleep. I am all right and need
nothing." He was called, however, and soon stood at the bedside of his
friend, praying for him for the last time. Before that prayer was
ended, Mr. Lue called out, "I am going, Jesus is here," and with that
word upon his lips his spirit had left the mortal body and taken its
flight to God who gave it. There was no pain, no sorrow, no last
struggle. Gently and peacefully h