Her confidence was justified; for some months later she says, “Dearly beloved brother and sister, a parcel of letters from America has reached us, which we eagerly opened, ... and received the delightful, heart-cheering intelligence that you have both become followers of Jesus, and have openly professed his name, and that two others of the dear children are serious....  Oh I have wept hours at the thought of God’s goodness in giving me such joyful news in the midst of my sorrows.  And is it indeed true that my own dear Harriet and my dearly loved brother are adopted into the family of God’s chosen ones?  Are your names really written in the Lamb’s book of life?...  And do each of you when alone in your closet before your Heavenly Father, feel that he draws near to you, and that sweeter than all the pleasures of the world is communion with him?  O I know that you do; and now do I feel a union with you unknown before.  How sweet to feel, that while wandering, a lonely desolate widow, some of those whom I most love, remember me every day before a throne of grace.  Now when I kneel in prayer the voice of praise is on my lips.  At each thought of home, my heart leaps for joy, and I feel as if relieved of a heavy burden which continually weighed down my spirits while thinking of my absent brothers and sisters....  The accounts of the glorious revivals in different parts of our dear native land have greatly refreshed our hearts, and we are ready to exclaim, surely the millennium has dawned for happy America.  Perhaps you think such intelligence makes me wish to return.  But no, my dear brothers and sisters, it makes me feel just the reverse.  I do most ardently long to labor in this dark land till the day dawns upon us, ... rather I should say till the Sun of Righteousness reaches the meridian of Burmah, for the day has already dawned, and the eastern Karen mountains, enveloped for ages past in midnight gloom, are rejoicing in his bright beams.

“Our schools are very flourishing....  We have sixty scholars in town, and about fifty among the Karens in the jungles.  I feel desolate, lonely, and sometimes deeply distressed at my great and irreparable loss,—­but I bless God I am not in despair.  My darling George is in good health, and is a source of much comfort, though of deep anxiety to me.  He is learning to read, but is not so forward as children at home.  How it comforts my heart to be able to ask you to pray for him!”

In a hurried postscript she adds:  “There are more than eighty Karens at our house, upwards of twenty of them applicants for baptism.”

In another letter:  “Death now seems nearer to me, and Heaven dearer than before I was afflicted; ... my afflictions are precisely the kind my soul needed....  I receive from my dear friends the Masons, every possible kindness.  But alas! the hours of loneliness and bitter weeping I endure, are known only to God.  But still Jesus has sweetened the cup, and I would not that it should have passed my lip.”