“I shall go with gladness.”

The motto for every missionary, whether preacher, printer, or schoolmaster.

We prefer one room in Rangoon to six in Boston.

And at the end of twenty years you may hear from us again.

After many painful trials, which none can know,

A man might study all his life long, and make no proficiency.

I am not tired of my work, neither am I tired of the world; yet, when Christ calls me home,

I feel it is my duty to plod on, while daylight shall last.

His pride has yielded to the divine testimony.

No matter at how distant a day, somehow, in some shape, probably the least I would have devised, it came.

Let me beg you, not to rest contented with the commonplace religion that is now so prevalent.

There is no success without sacrifice.

We feel that we are highly blessed.

God answers all true prayer, either in kind or in kindness.

No mind, no wisdom–tempora ry mind, temporary wisdom–eternal mind, eternal wisdom.

But those who are taught to relinquish a system in which they had been educated,

Permit us to labor on in obscurity,

With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.