"Well, my course is almost done, and if I get through without any
sickness, cold, or accident, how wonderful it will seem. I have never
felt the near, kind presence of our Heavenly Father so much as in
this. 'He giveth strength to the faint, and to them of no might He
increaseth strength.' I have found this true all my life."
From Newport she writes on November 26th:--
"It was a hard, tiring, disagreeable piece of business to read in New
London. Had to wait three mortal hours in Palmer. Then a slow, weary
train, that did not reach New London until after dark. There was then
no time to rest, and I was so tired that it did seem as though I could
not dress. I really trembled with fatigue. The hall was long and dimly
lighted, and the people were not seated compactly, but around in
patches. The light was dim, except for a great flaring gas jet
arranged right under my eyes on the reading desk, and I did not see a
creature whom I knew. I was only too glad when it was over and I was
back again at my hotel. There I found that I must be up at five
o'clock to catch the Newport train.
"I started for this place in the dusk of a dreary, foggy morning.
Traveled first on a ferry, then in cars, and then in a little cold
steamboat. Found no one to meet me, in spite of all my writing, and so
took a carriage and came to the hotel. The landlord was very polite to
me, said he knew me by my trunk, had been to our place in Mandarin,
etc.
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