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 Irs.Willia n f. Warren 
 
 For Twenty-Four Years Editor of 
 Heathen Woman’s Friend. 
 
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 PUBLISHED BY THE 
 
 WOMAN’S FOREIGN MISSIONARY SOCIETY OF THE METHODIST 
 EPISCOPAL CHURCH, 
 
 36 BROMFIELD STREET, BOSTON, MASS. 
 
“ Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds 
 Were in her very look; 
 
 We read her face as one who reads 
 A true and holy book.” 
 
 SUCH a life it is difficult to describe with justice. To 
 those who knew it best the strongest terms of praise and 
 appreciation seem inadequate, while to those but slightly 
 acquainted therewith such expressions seem the height of 
 extravagance. Moreover of such a many-sided life one 
 person can see but part clearly, and consequently can 
 give but a partial impression of its fullness. For both 
 these reasons it has seemed best that this sketch of Mrs. 
 Warren should not be written by one intimate companion, 
 but rather composed of the tender and appreciative 
 tributes of many loving .friends; and it is hoped that in 
 
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this way all may gain a more adequate conception of 
 her character. 
 
 Harriet Cornelia Merrick, the daughter of John M. 
 and Mary J. Merrick, was born at Wilbraham, Mass., 
 Early Life. Sept. 15, 1843, and died at Cam- 
 
 Dr. Geo. m. Steele. bridge, Jan. 7, 1893. Her father 
 
 was a leading citizen of Wilbraham and of Hampden 
 County, occupying many important public positions, 
 both civil and ecclesiastical. He was for a longer 
 time than any other man a trustee of Wesleyan 
 Academy, and the most active and efficient of the 
 local members of the board. The daughter was edu¬ 
 cated at the Academy under the principalship of Dr. 
 Miner Raymond. Some time before she was eighteen 
 she had not only studied all the branches embraced in 
 her own particular graduating course, but nearly every¬ 
 thing except Greek in all the courses pursued in the 
 institution. With a quick, bright, and at the same time 
 singularly methodical mind she early evinced fine 
 scholarly capabilities. .She easily mastered whatever 
 she attempted, and in many studies became remarkably 
 proficient. 
 
 She was married, April 14, 1861, to Rev. William F. 
 Warren, then under appointment to the Missions-Anstalt 
 at Bremen, Germany, under the direction of the Mis¬ 
 sionary Society of the Methodist Episcopal Church. 
 
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Leaving school at an age when many young women are 
 just entering upon serious courses of study, she did not 
 abandon the work of mental culture, but eagerly availed 
 herself of the opportunities offered in her new home. 
 She pursued with genuine relish and much success 
 advanced studies in history, literature, languages, art and 
 music. In the last her acquirements were extensive. She 
 was the favorite pupil of a distinguished master and 
 composer, and there were few of the noted operas or 
 oratorios with which she was not familiar. She had 
 previously become an adept in French and German. 
 To the latter she soon added an unusual knowledge of 
 the dialects. She also took up Italian and rapidly 
 mastered it. She traveled with her husband in England, 
 France, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Austria Bulgaria, 
 Turkey and Greece, gaining wide information, her powers 
 of comprehension, observation and ready assimilation 
 doing her valuable service. 
 
 What she was to me I cannot tell. When I was 
 eighteen years of age she came to Germany, and from 
 the first week until her death, she was /„ Germany. 
 the same kind, loving friend. How she Mrs. Achard. 
 will be missed everywhere, for she had a heart so large it 
 enclosed so many people and so many places . . . 
 
 When Mr. and Mrs. Warren arrived at the Missions- 
 haus in Bremen, in the year 1S61, it was quite an event, 
 
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as he was the first American professor in this school. 
 We were especially interested in the lady, as our houses 
 were in the same enclosure, and it could have been very 
 unpleasant. But from the beginning Mrs. Warren "\yon 
 every heart. It was surely a great trial for one so young, 
 not quite eighteen years old, to leave home and many 
 friends and come to a strange country, among people 
 who, though kind and loving, were yet intellectually far 
 beneath her. She, however, adapted herself wonderfully 
 to her surroundings. 
 
 Mrs. Warren was dearly loved by the members of the 
 church, and was always called by them, endearingly, “die 
 kleine Frau Professor.” Her German was perfect. She 
 was never taken for an American; for did she not possess 
 all the virtues of a German housewife? Did she not 
 dearly love to fill her chest with fine linen, and take the 
 best care of her household? And then she cultivated her 
 flowers, made fine embroideries, and last, but not least, 
 she was such a good knitter, she could not be an American 
 lady, people said; they sit the whole day in their rocking- 
 chairs, letting others do the work. 
 
 Her quiet influence on the students was ennobling and 
 inspiring. Her intercourse with the family of the 
 director of the Missionshaus, Dr. L. S. Jacoby, was very 
 intimate, ending in a life-long friendship. Dr. Jacoby 
 thought very highly of “ die kleine Frau Professor,” as 
 he always called her, and Mrs. Jacoby, who was very 
 sparing with her praise, often said : “ She is very young, 
 
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but though I am an old woman, I can learn much of 
 her.” 
 
 The time of their sojourning amongst us seemed so 
 short; gladly we would have kept them always, but we 
 also felt that with the talents God had given them they 
 needed a wider field of work. Their influence has been 
 felt long after they left us, and there will be many a sad 
 heart when the news of our bereavement reaches them. 
 
 It was thus, though she had gone from home a mere 
 girl, albeit more than ordinarily bright and intelli¬ 
 gent, she returned after five years a Home Again. 
 ripe, large-minded and thoroughly- Dr. G«o. m. Steele. 
 equipped woman, full of resources and with such prac¬ 
 tical judgment and tact as admirably fitted her for the 
 position she was to occupy as the wife of a man at 
 the head of one of the most important educational 
 enterprises in the church and in the country. But she 
 did not restrict herself to a narrow range of domestic and 
 social duties, sacred as these were in her estimation, and 
 performed as they were with a fidelity rarely equaled. 
 She entered with an earnest public spirit into the religi¬ 
 ous and benevolent enterprises of the day. . . 
 
 She was also active in the management of the Massa¬ 
 chusetts Society for the University Education of Women; 
 a trustee of the New England Conservatory of Music; an 
 officer in the Cambridge Indian Rights Association; a 
 
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committee worker for the Cambridge Hospital; a mem¬ 
 ber and officer of the American Maternal Association; 
 an interested supporter and member of the board of 
 incorporators of the N. E. Deaconess Home; while still 
 other philanthropic movements received her sympathy 
 and ready co-operation. At the same time she was 
 abundantly active in the affairs of the local church. 
 
 When the womanhood of this country became inter¬ 
 ested in love and labor for the women of heathendom, 
 Missionary Labors, she entered with enthusiasm into this 
 Mrs. j. t. Gracey. new movement, and was one of the 
 organizers of the Woman’s Foreign Missionary Society 
 of the Methodist Episcopal Church in 1869. From that 
 hour until the memorable night when God touched her, 
 her devotion to all the interests of the Society never for 
 a moment ceased. No clearer intellect, no greater versa¬ 
 tility of talent, no more devoted service ever touched 
 the wofk. 
 
 Official burdens were laid upon her from the very 
 beginning. She was the first recording secretary of the 
 new organization, and the first corresponding secretary 
 of the New England Branch. * 
 
 Soon after the organization of the Society, Dr. Durbin 
 and Dr. Harris met with some of the ladies in Bromfield 
 Street Church to consult upon certain matters that 
 seemed vital to the permanency of the work. It was at 
 
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this time that the establishment of a paper as a medium 
 of communication between the home and foreign workers 
 was discussed. As there was great risk in such an under¬ 
 taking and no capital, some discouraged it. The deci¬ 
 sion, however, was reached that a paper was a necessity, 
 and a few of the ladies present became responsible for 
 the necessary funds with which to start the new enter¬ 
 prise. A committee of three, of which Mrs. Warren was 
 a member, was appointed to arrange for its publication. 
 Then came the difficult matter of selecting an editor. 
 Where could the person be found adapted to this work ? 
 Where was the woman with the intellectual ability, 
 literary taste, and clear judgment that could launch a 
 new enterprise such as this and do it successfully ? 
 Instinctively attention was directed to Mrs. Warren, and 
 Mrs. Dr. Butler and Mrs. E. W. Parker were appointed 
 to wait on her, and urge the acceptance of the position. 
 Distrustful of her ability and modest to an extreme, after 
 much persuasion she reluctantly consented. She was 
 then only twenty-five years old. At that time papers and 
 magazines conducted by women were something of a 
 novelty, the field new and untried. With her character¬ 
 istic energy she immediately went to work, and the first 
 issue of the paper, starting modestly with eight pages, 
 appeared in June, 1869. What was the result of this new 
 venture of publishing a paper in the interests of heathen 
 women ? At the close of the first year its subscription 
 list had reached four thousand, and paid all its running 
 
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expenses, as well as the debt incurred for its establish¬ 
 ment. From that time it was an assured success. Mrs. 
 Warren’s editorial ability was soon recognized, and the 
 paper took rank as one of the model missionary periodi¬ 
 cals of the world. From all quarters, especially from the 
 church press, came appreciative words concerning the 
 paper and its wise management. It has been enlarged 
 from eight pages to twenty-four, and its subscription list 
 increased until it now reaches 21,500. It has kept the 
 thread of the history of the entire mission work abroad, 
 as well as the detail of the work at home. It has paid all 
 its expenses, and from its funds many thousands of 
 dollars have been appropriated to publishing other mis¬ 
 sionary literature. We do not know that any mis¬ 
 sionary magazine ever published in any country has 
 had such a financial record as the Heathen Woman's 
 Friend. 
 
 Who can estimate the influence of such a paper ? No 
 agency has done for the Society what this paper has. 
 How it has helped in developing interest, how her words, 
 of cheer have animated disheartened workers! She, its 
 only editor, lives and will live in the hearts of the readers 
 of its pages, and she will speak through it far on in the 
 future. The editor and the paper seemed indissolubly 
 identified. “ Mrs. Warren gone, and the paper still go 
 on ; can it be possible ? ” So writes a friend. 
 
 When the Society established a paper for its German 
 constituency, familiarity with their language fitted her to 
 
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become the editor of that paper also; a relation which 
 she sustained until it was firmly established. 
 
 She saw the great need of early instruction for children 
 on the subject of missions, and frequently urged the 
 necessity for a child’s paper; and to her suggestion, 
 possibly more than to that of anyone else, is the Society 
 indebted for the Heathen Children's Friend, which was 
 established only four years ago, and has now a subscrip¬ 
 tion list of thirteen thousand. 
 
 But her interest was not confined to the family of 
 papers. From the organization of the Literature Com¬ 
 mittee she was a member, bringing to its counsels the 
 most admirable literary ability, practical suggestions, and 
 efficient aid. 
 
 She was always the choice of the General Executive 
 Committee as the president of its sessions whenever it 
 was in her power to render this service. As a presiding 
 officer she was thoroughly conversant with parliamentary 
 forms, clear-headed, dignified, modest, always courteous, 
 never losing sight of the point at issue, prompt and 
 impartial in all her rulings. She rendered this service at 
 eight sessions of the Committee, and never with greater 
 acceptability than at the last meeting in Springfield. 
 
 What a multiplicity of interests she carried; and yet 
 she found time for personal improvement, and kept up 
 well with the literature of the day. 
 
 During these years she was president of the New Eng¬ 
 land Branch, leading and inspiring the workers, and was 
 
an ever-present help in the local auxiliary society of her 
 church. . . 
 
 .She conducted a most voluminous correspondence, 
 which in point and brilliancy is seldom equaled, and per¬ 
 haps never excelled. The workers at home, the mis¬ 
 sionaries abroad, and friends far and near will miss her 
 bright and inspiring words. 
 
 With all these-public cares and offices she was the 
 centre and source of the beautifu order and the name- 
 Her Character. less charm that characterized her 
 Dr. Geo. m. Steele. home. In the management of her 
 domestic affairs and the education of her children 
 there was the neat and accurate working of a methodi¬ 
 cal mind, not of the dry and mechanical type, but 
 indicating even more than the same conscientiousness 
 which she brought to her public work; and there was 
 something incalculably better than this — a vigorous yet 
 gentle spirit informing, inspiring and fashioning the 
 character of all the members of the family group. 
 
 Mrs. Warren had so symmetrical a character, and its 
 elements were so harmoniously blended and proportioned, 
 that her chief excellences were less conspicuous than in 
 most minds, illustrating that culture which is said to be 
 “the grace of perfect breeding, everywhere pervasive, and 
 nowhere emphatic.” Yet none who knew her well 
 failed to note her overflowing cheerfulness, her vivacity, 
 
her good sense, broad intelligence and versatility, and 
 her unremitting and generous kindness. If ever it could 
 be said of any one with an approximation to truthfulness, 
 it might be said of her: — 
 
 “ A perfect woman, nobly planned.” 
 
 Of her piety it is only necessary to say that it belonged 
 to her whole character, and was not something cultivated 
 apart. It was the central and active principle of her life. 
 She had early given herself to God, and His service be¬ 
 came with her thenceforth a governing purpose, a silent 
 passion, gentle yet of wondrous strength. Mrs. Warren 
 might well have sat for the portrait of “the excellent 
 woman ” in the last chapter of Proverbs. 
 
 Mrs. Warren had not been in her usual health for 
 some time, and had been compelled to relinquish part of 
 her work; to let go from her busy The Last Days. 
 hands some of the many threads Mrs. J. T. Gracey. 
 of her weaving, but not even her intimate friends 
 apprehended that she was so near the border land. 
 On the Tuesday previous to her death, although quite 
 weak, she was able to receive some friends who called, 
 and on the following Thursday remarked that she was 
 feeling better than for some time. That day she was busy 
 with her writing, penning all unobserved that memorable 
 editorial, “The Bugle Call,” while the evening was de- 
 
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voted to letter writing. She was as cheery and bright 
 as usual. Soon after retiring she was taken alarmingly ill, 
 and it became evident she could not rally. Friday morn¬ 
 ing she sank into a state of unconsciousness, and so re¬ 
 mained until Saturday morning, January 7, when “she 
 was not, for God took her.” He gave his beloved sleep, 
 and then translated her. Suddenly from the delights of 
 her earthly home and the blessed activities of life, she 
 ascended to her heavenly home and the activities of the 
 life beyond. 
 
 On Tuesday afternoon, January 10, the funeral ser¬ 
 vices were held at her residence in Cambridgeport. It 
 was a bright, beautiful winter day. The mantle of snow 
 which wrapped the earth, sparkled in the sunlight as if to 
 speak to bereaved hearts of joy and gladness, instead of 
 sorrow; of victory and triumph, rather than defeat or 
 death. There was a representative attendance of friends 
 from the Harvard .Street Church, of which she was a 
 member; from the Boston University, from the Woman’s 
 Foreign Missionary Society, and from a large circle of 
 friends. The services were confined to our Methodist 
 Episcopal ritual, conducted by her pastor, Rev. Dr. C. S. 
 Rogers, and Dean Huntington, of the University Faculty. 
 
 A quartette sang two of her favorite hymns, “Abide 
 with me, fast falls the eventide,” “ In heavenly love abid¬ 
 ing, No change my heart shall fear.” Beautiful hymns ! 
 We shall never hear them sung again without thinking 
 of her. 
 
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“We all loved her so! How can we give her up?” 
 was the anguished cry that went up from a multitude 
 of sorrowing hearts when the startling Sidelights. 
 news came that our Mrs. Warren had Miss Seauerns. 
 
 “ entered into life eternal.” It seems so short a time 
 since I saw her in the office of the Heathen Woman's 
 Friend chatting with Miss Walden in her usual animated, 
 breezy fashion, and turning to greet me with fascinating 
 smile and cheery word, her eyes sparkling with fun, her 
 cheeks flushed with rosy color, her bright hair waving 
 back prettily from the broad brow. I shall always love 
 to think of her as she looked then . . . 
 
 The inspiring life of this lovely Christian woman, 
 though thus early ended, will forever be potent for good, 
 and is worthy of closest imitation. Though an indefatiga¬ 
 ble worker in the Woman’s Foreign Missionary Society— 
 president of the New England Branch for years, and 
 editor of the Heathen Woman's Friend since its incep¬ 
 tion — she yet shone pre-eminently in her home, her 
 kingdom. Home, with her, always occupied the first 
 place, was of paramount importance. She was no Mrs. 
 Jellaby. Her work for and interest in missions never 
 wavered, and hundreds in heathen lands will bless her 
 name; but in the hearts of her husband and children she 
 is enshrined as a peerless wife and mother. A noble, con¬ 
 secrated, symmetrical life was that of Harriet Warren—■ 
 a life to be coveted by us all. Well does Clara Cushman 
 urge that neither costly marble nor bronze be raised above 
 
her precious dust, hut that a memorial of her find visible 
 shape in some pagan land as a hospital, a home, a school, 
 bearing her name. 
 
 I was a Harvard student when I became acquainted 
 with Mrs. Warren. I attended the Harvard St. Methodist 
 By Episcopal Church in Cambridge, 
 
 Mr. r. b. Wilcox. where Dr. Warren’s family wor¬ 
 shiped. On learning of my Methodist antecedents 
 from a friend of mine who was then in the Boston 
 University School of Theology, Mrs. Warren introduced 
 herself to me. We were members of the same Bible class 
 and soon became well acquainted. She was a most 
 charming woman, and a delightful hostess. If there was 
 a gathering of young people at her home, she made them 
 all feel at ease, took special pains to interest the back¬ 
 ward ones, and was the brightest and most vivacious 
 person in the company. 
 
 But it was when she was alone that I most enjoyed 
 seeing her. When tired and homesick, I used to call on 
 her, and would get strength and spirit for a month’s work. 
 She was a thoroughly educated, splendidly cultured woman, 
 and so pleasant and winsome that to know her was to 
 love her. In all the womanly graces of head and heart 
 she was among the very best queens of our homes. When 
 one was despondent, gloomy, and half-sick, an hour’s talk 
 with her was as good a tonic as a visit to the mountains, 
 
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a trip to the seashore, or a run over the limitless prairies. 
 Take into your thought all the helpful, restful influences 
 of nature, add a large measure of the calm peace that 
 comes only from loving human sympathy, and you will 
 have an inadequate idea of what Mrs. Warren was to her 
 friends in dispelling their gloom. 
 
 It is not alone the heavier pressure of iilness that stays 
 my pen; but the fact that the dark veil has fallen be¬ 
 tween me and one whose personality By 
 
 was an ideal to me of perfect woman- Mrs. F. b. Harris. 
 hood. Mrs. Warren was my friend . That says it all. 
 Perhaps she was the same bright, exhilarating influence 
 with all other missionaries; perhaps she understood 
 all their humors, good and ill, as well as she did 
 mine; but she has seemed to be my particular mental 
 tonic for years. Because I was not “ sent out ” by the 
 Woman’s Foreign Missionary Society made no difference. 
 We “ belonged ” to each other. There is a great blank 
 place somewhere in the world; it has opened for us all, 
 but I dare not even think of the shadowy emptiness into 
 which the eyes of the bereaved household are looking. 
 
 In losing her, our Deaconess Home loses one of its 
 most devoted friends and our Board one of its wisest coun¬ 
 sellors. Not only had Mrs. Warren By 
 
 identified herself with the interests Mrs. o. a. Curtis. 
 
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of the New England Home, but her deep concern 
 and personal attention was given to the Deaconess 
 movement throughout our Church and the world. 
 She had been a manager of our home from the begin¬ 
 ning. And until the time of her death, as a member of 
 the Committee on Instruction, was doing much to stimu¬ 
 late and advance the work of the Training School. It is 
 only a few days since she referred to a new effort just be¬ 
 gun for the benefit of the Home, and expressed her wish 
 to have a share in it. In our deep sorrow we rejoice that 
 we may keep forever with us the precious memory of her 
 character and life among us. 
 
 I knew Mrs. Warren in childhood, and retain the pic¬ 
 ture of a bright, intelligent child, giving promise of what 
 By has since been a generous fulfilment. 
 
 Mrs. s. j. Steele. After an absence of some years I 
 came into relations with her in missionary work, and 
 was impressed with her breadth of judgment and 
 the all-aroundness of her character. She was a model 
 mother, and though her special and elective work was in 
 missionary lines, she was intelligently interested in all 
 phases of life and society. How much we relied on her 
 judgment! How safe we felt when she was chairman of 
 some special committee ! How content when she guided 
 as presiding officer! Perhaps her prominent character¬ 
 istic was hopefulness. Who can tell to-day what we owe 
 
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as a society to this one element that, infused in other 
 souls, led on to work which hut for her courage would 
 never have been attempted. 
 
 Under a sense of great personal bereavement for my 
 friend of many years, and of apparent untold loss to 
 our work, do I pen a few words as a By 
 
 worker and missionary, in loving appre- MrDr - Baldwin. 
 ciation of her who so long was a leader of friends 
 of heathen women. All of the home workers deeply 
 realize how much of helpfulness, strength, and wise 
 counsel will be missed in the translation of our be¬ 
 loved sister. As one of these home workers now, the 
 electric message conveying the sad tidings to us tilled me 
 with amazement. As I sat dumb before this sudden grief 
 for my dear friend of twenty-three years, in dismay for 
 the work she had so admirably, patiently, quietly carried 
 these many years, in deepest sympathy for the dear ones 
 in the home of which she was the joy and light, I had to 
 hold on fast to the blessed assurance that our Father “ is 
 too wise to err, too good to be unkind”; therefore this 
 must be right. Then came back to me the long years 
 spent in a heathen land, — the days of missionary life,, 
 when sturdy faith and a strong hold on God alone bring 
 victory; and I recalled how for many years her letters, 
 not merely official, came to me, a joy and help, always 
 breezy like fresh, pure air, bright and sparkling with wit 
 
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and humor, driving away clouds like the sunshine, 
 thoughtful and earnest for our work and workers, wise 
 and helpful to the last degree. She was the true, earnest, 
 wise friend of all our missionaries. She appreciated the 
 work of each, and knew them by name, rejoiced in their 
 successes, and was afflicted in their griefs. She was our 
 comrade at home and abroad. 
 
 
 I have so much work that at times I sit down and 
 know not what to do first . . . But then I think, God 
 From a private letter by has given me but one life¬ 
 time in which to serve Him, 
 and I may not refuse to be as 
 
 Mrs. Warren, 
 dated April, 1869. 
 
 useful as I can. t 
 
 
 .... This adds, of course, considerably to my work, 
 but if I can accomplish good in this way, I am glad to 
 From a private letter, do it SO long US I am able. . . 
 
 dated August, 1869. My heart is warmly enlisted, 
 
 for I have long and deeply felt the need of more interest 
 and activity in the cause of missions on the part of the 
 Methodist Church. ... I don’t know that I could endure 
 now a life of comparative leisure where my employment 
 or entertainment should be merely optional and voluntary. 
 I often feel more grateful than I can express to the good 
 Lord who has so well planned my life for me, and given 
 me, together with plenty of work, continual happiness to 
 
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make it easy. I am satisfied to leave my plans for Him 
 to make. That does not mean, however, that I am not 
 human, and never make plans of my own; by no means. 
 I am as fond of it as any one, but I have seen so many 
 times how much more successful God could be in arranging 
 my matters to my satisfaction than I, that when I find my 
 plans are not to stand, I can readily give them up, con¬ 
 fident they are only to be improved. It is really wonder¬ 
 ful, the kind ways which God has taken to show me that 
 the safest way is to wait for Him; to be patient, and 
 allow matters which are beyond control to be taken care 
 of by some higher reason and judgment than my own.” 
 
 Theoretically, it should not be a hard thing to hold evil 
 in subjection; for the Lord is on the side of all who 
 strive for him. In truth, how- 
 
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 ever, it must be confessed that 
 
 the enemy has gained immense advantage. While 
 Christians have rested and slept, his forces have been 
 tireless and vigilant, and the contest has become appar¬ 
 ently unequal. Yet not so, if Christians will but put on 
 the whole armor of God and use all the weapons he has 
 made ready for them. The mention of this outfit brings 
 to mind at once St. Paul’s wonderful list, — truth, right¬ 
 eousness, peace, faith, salvation, God’s word, prayer, sup¬ 
 plication, — impenetrable armor, irresistible weapons, 
 when worn and wielded in the strength of God’s might. 
 
But who have proved this true? “Christ, our royal 
 master”; after him his devoted disciples, the holy apostles, 
 the Church founders and fosterers, the saintly warriors of 
 history, — an innumerable company, whose lives cannot 
 be read by honest men without arousing all that is noblest 
 and best in them. The records of brave deeds from lofty 
 motives, of holy lives spent for Christ’s sake, are a stronger 
 factor in Christian progress than is ordinarily realized. 
 
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