come. Of course this is their heathen custom, but his thought of coming showed his desire to be friendly.

A new difficulty now confronted us. We had money in the bank at Hankow, but could not get any of it. Our bank account here was already overdrawn. We must have money for the coffin, the cablegram, and other expenses, but our cheques could not be cashed here. Mr. Lawton saw the Chinese banker, with whom we kept our account. He was very gracious and said he would loan us all the money we needed.

Before the arrangements for the funeral could be completed a heavy storm came up and it had to be postponed until morning. Mr. Lawton, Mr. Napier, and Mr. Sallee, with Dr. Way and a Chinese boy, remained in the chapel. Mr. Ma, the Chinese Christian who had been with us, watched Sister Leffingwell's house all night, and Miss Graves and I spent the night in a little hallway, as the wind and rain beat into our rooms from the openings which had been cut for ventilation during the hot weather. About midnight Mr. Sallee and Mr. Napier went home, wading through water up to their knees along a principal street of the city. The thunder-storm continued quite a long time.

As the morning dawned, feelings that cannot be described came over us, but as we looked at the word of God, Jesus spoke to us: "It is I, be not afraid.". As in her life she ever strove to get near the Chinese by adapting herself to many of their ways, if by any means she might save some, the same prin ciple was carried out at her funeral. She was

placed in a native coffin in the chapel, and at nine o'clock a crowd of Chinese gathered.

The casket stood where, two weeks before, she had stood telling these same Chinese about her Savior. The people showed their love by bringing wreaths of green leaves, with which they covered the top of the casket. The three Southern Baptist missionary brethren, Miss Graves and myself were the only foreigners present. The service began by singing a Chinese hymn. Then prayer was offered in Chinese, and Dr. Way read the 15th chapter of First Corinthians, and gave a short talk to the Chinese, of which the following is the outline: "The body is dead. The spirit is alive. Christ died and rose again, and thus brought life to all who be lieve," and from this he presented Christ to the listeners. Mr. Lawton then spoke to them about her life and her earnest efforts to tell them of Jesus, how soon she had been taken from them, and of the brevity and uncertainty of life. The Chinese hymn, "Heaven Knows no Weariness," was then sung. We had intended having an English service, but the clouds had gathered so dark again that it was thought best not to do so. The coffin was covered with white, the Chinese color for mourning, and borne to the street on the shoulders of ten men. There Miss Graves and I took a cart with Mr. Lawton, while our three Chinese women were in another cart behind. The procession then moved on, the casket being borne ahead on the shoulders of these men, Mr. Sallee and Mr. Napier following, also on foot; then our two carts, and lastly a large

crowd of Chinese. Thus we moved out of the North gate of the city to the place of burial.

Another storm looked so threatening that we had to shorten the service there. "Jesus Loves Me" was sung in Chinese, the natives joining, many of whom had learned the song from her lips. We then laid her body away to rest until the resurrection morn. We fully realized that she was not there, and we felt that her earnest spirit would live on in the hearts of these people. As we turned away, we prayed that a double portion of her spirit might fall on us.

With sad, sad hearts we returned to the city, feeling that a blank had been made by our sister's death. Though her beautiful and devoted life on earth is ended, her service is not; her earnestness and zeal are still working in the minds and hearts of all who knew her, to draw them to a condition of entire consecration, and to keep them there in the service of our blessed Lord and Master.

MRS. FLORENCE SCOFIELD,
Formerly Miss Meyers.

Cheng Chow, China.

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CHAPTER XXXVI.

TRIBUTES.

FROM GENERAL SUPERINTENDENT HART.

The following tribute was written by the Rev. Edward Payson Hart, Senior General Superintendent of the Free Methodist church:

"In my comparatively brief acquaintance with the subject of this memoir, I was especially impressed with two leading characteristics, viz.: Deep devotion to, and untiring zeal in, the work of the Master. If we could hear her voice to-day, I think she could truthfully say, 'The zeal of Thine house hath eaten me up." E. P. HART.

Alameda, California.

FROM GENERAL SUPERINTENDENT JONES.

Only those who were closely associated with Sister Leffingwell can form a correct idea of the depth and sincerity of her love for and desire to benefit those for whom Christ died. To this one end she directed all her efforts. She was fully absorbed in the work to which she felt divinely called, and had the courage and firmness to carry out what she thought ought to be done. Her interest in her