Memoir of Asahel Grant, M.D.; missionary to the Nestorians - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ... they were entering their labors; but we trust they have entered into rest. How sweet to the missionary is the remembrance of a mother! This is seen in the following letter. Mosul, October 2d, 1841. Mrs. Rachel Grant: My Ever Dear Mother,--I write you from the land of the patriarchs and the fathers of our race. The sun is up, but I think of my dear mother as resting in the repose of the midnight slumbers, while our setting sun will not yet have reached your western meridian. Would that I could suspend my thoughts upon the sunbeams, which would convey them with so much speed to my ever dear mother. How often do they flit to you with more than lightning speed, but they cannot be read by My Mother. What a flood of recollections comes over me at the sound of that name, " my mother!" Shall we meet again, and when? Had I thought more of the uncertainty--the improbability rather, of our meeting again on the shores of time, I know not that I could have embarked without seeing you again and taking a more formal leave. But oh, how painful are these farewells! Such a separation, with the final adieu, might have been more trying than my sudden departure--more trying than either of us could have endured. We meet again. Let it be our aim to prepare for that meeting where parting is no more. Once more, my dear mother, I commend you to God and the word of his grace--to the widow's covenant God. Let us often remember each other at the throne of grace. I want to hear of your welfare as often as I can. I trust you see some of your grandchildren often, particularly your favorite Edwin I have great confidence in Mr. G. as a good guardian, but still I cannot help feeling some solicitude on account of my dear absent sons. Have you read my book on the " Lost Tribes ...