A Nestorian of a distant village said, on hearing of her death, "There was none like her,--so beautiful, so wise, so pious.

She would pray like an angel."[1] [1] See _The Persian Flower; A Memoir of Judith Grant Perkins of Oroomiah, Persia_.
The Gospel made its way among the Nestorians amid many discouragements.

Yet there was progress, Even in the mountains of Koordistan, where the brethren could do little more than watch the leadings of Providence, there was much that was hopeful.

It was an indication of promise, that the people of Memikan, the mountain station, notwithstanding their sufferings for the sake of the Gospel, did not falter in their adherence to it.

Strangers, after listening to the reading and reciting of the school children, sometimes went away exclaiming, "Glory to God! There is nothing bad in all this." Religious worship was well attended.