Your dear letterEditorial Note: This letter is not extant. in answer to my last one came to hand Saturday evening I went with my eldest son so as to arrange for him a room at the College on Wednesday, and did not return till Saturday. When I left home the weather was moderate – but on Thursday the thermometer fell to thirty two degrees below zero. I was exposed to the severe cold intensified As Written: intensefied by a high wind in cold rooms, and icy halls, with no heat. Walked several blocks at different times with nothing as a wrap. save cloak, hat little face veil and muff for my hands. thin rubbers, I slept in cold room one night (Friday) in fact I slept in different places every night. I had to clean room, have stove set up and dirty disagreeable work for a winter day (even a mild one) was before me two days. I was happy and why? Perfect love and trust casteth out fear.I John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. I enjoyed every meal save one. on Friday morning when I arose to dress I suddenly grew sick. and very faint a lady friend with whom As Written: whome I tarried over night. And to whom As Written: whome the evening previous I had related my miraculous As Written: myraculous deliverance As Written: deliverence from the body, of what seemed to me to be death, She came in looking at me, she said why! you are ill you have no color in your face, I said I shall be well in a few moments. She ran and brought a bottle of camphor. I said do not uncork that. I do not need a restorative. of that kind. I immediately arose finished dressing, and by the time my simple toilet was completed I was well again. I then talked with this lady, and her aged mother, a lady of seventy two winters. I told them some of the blessed experiences that had been mine. I preached Christ as best I could but oh! how inadequate is the language of this poor lisping stammering tongue to express infinite love. Supreme, and all glorious. They said what I told them was a new but beautiful revelation the aged Mother folding me to her heart as the tears streamed from her dim eyes said. I have long been a follower of the dear SaviorEditorial Note: Jesus Christ. And you have expressed my ideas unexpressed but written on the heart. She begged me to tarry but I could not, the door bell rang and my dear boy had come to escort me back to his room. He was jealous As Written: jelous of the moments I had to tarry. Home held three loved ones wishing and needing my presence