February 1st 1884

Had a long letter last night from Duncan Cameron, Duthil. He brings forth fruit in old age. We had two letters from the boys in America, for which there is cause of thankfulness. I feel as if my trouble was saying, you will soon be done with all things seen. If so, I ought to bow before Him who has manifested so much grace and such compassion in times past, and who has dealt so marvellously. None, none, none like Him, no, no, no, not one. But who knows the exceeding excellency of His divine, holy, holy, holy perfections? Eternity will be opening out glory through the church.

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