There was a pupil in the Seminary, who, before conversion, was
exceedingly obstinate and rude; but afterwards, in writing to Miss
Fiske, she uses expressions like these: "I remember how you used to
put your arms about my neck, and tell me how Christ became obedient
unto death; not for friends, but for enemies like me. Especially do
I remember how you spoke of that love which saw a remedy in its own
blood, when there was no help for a lost world. At that time I did
not understand it, but now I know not how to express my gratitude. I
know that you are very happy with your aged mother, though your
heart is here; and she is happy, too, that she sees your face. Yet
these earthly meetings, though so pleasant, are but for a season.
But how delightful will be that meeting with the holy angels, with
the risen Lamb, and with God our Father! and if separations are so
trying here, what must be those of the last day? May I not then be
separated from you. If I should be, I know you will say, 'Holy, holy
Lord God, just art thou, for she has been taught.' We miss you much;
but the Teacher who is better than any earthly instructor, came and
taught us this winter (1858-1859).
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