He was one of those zealous and courageous Christians who devote their energies and their lives to the instruction and eternal salvation of men born in another hemisphere, of another colour, uncivilized, but not less our brothers.

I had quitted Europe with the same intention, but Providence had ordered it otherwise; yet I met with joy one of my Christian brethren, and, unable to speak from emotion, I silently embraced him.

He spoke to me in English--a language I had fortunately learned myself, and taught to my children--and his words fell on my soul like the message of the angel to Abraham, commanding him to spare his son.
"You are the person I am seeking," said he, in a mild and tender tone, "and I thank Heaven that I have met with you.

This youth is Fritz, your eldest son, I conclude; but where have you left your second son, Ernest ?" "Reverend man," cried Fritz, seizing his hands, "you have seen my brother Jack.

Perhaps my mother?
You know where they are.