CHAPTER 13--JESUS DOES SATISFY 1869-1870. AET.37-38.

To Mrs. Taylor the new life that had come to her husband and many of their fellow-workers was a joy not unmixed with wonder. The experiences they were finding as something new and further had long been her secret of victory and peace. " It was just resting in Jesus," as she expressed it, " and letting Him do the work "-a little sentence, but one that really lived out made her life the strength to the mission that Mr. Taylor had often realised it to be. And now husband and wife were one in a new way, and helpers of each other's faith. During their first separation after that time of blessing, he wrote from Hang-chow (November 9, 1869)

It is a bright, sunny morning, but the sunshine without is as nothing to the sunshine within. He has taught me something of what is meant by " Rejoice in the Lord " ; and rejoice I must, and rejoice -I do. I want you too to have fellowship, partnership in this joy. It is not that I have anything new to tell you, but I am feeling it all anew. I have hitherto used the words " Rejoice in the Lord " as meaning in our oneness with Him, or in the measure of His grace imparted to us or working in us. Of course it is not this. At other times it has been more the thought of rejoicing in fellowship with Him-in that which gives Him joy, or which is ensured to us in Him. . . . Yet, clearly, it is not this either. I now see it is not in what He is to me, not in what He is working, or has worked, or may work in, for or by me, but in Himself I am to rejoice ; in what He is and has in Himself absolutely.

And this, it appears to me, is the only possible or even legitimate ground for constant, unchanging, full joy. We cannot but rejoice, when our oneness with Him is realised, in His preciousness, grace, love, holiness, indeed in all His perfections. He is " the same, yesterday, and to-day and for ever." If our joy be in His keeping down sin in us, a fall or two destroys that ; if it be in His working in or through us, we may not be conscious of the measure in which He is doing so, and may be puffed up or cast down without due reason ; but if it be in Him as He is, this cannot change or fluctuate. . . . Ah, my darling, what ground for changeless joy we have in JESUS!

The beauty of their life together was specially seen at Yang-chow, which was more home to them than any of the other stations. There the children were left with Miss Blatchley when Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were away on journeys, and there they had the joy of reunion, and happy fellowship with their colleagues Mr. and Mrs.. Judd.

" The Lord is greatly working in this city," Miss Blatchley wrote at the end of 1869: " The converts here are different from any others we have known in China. There is such life, warmth, earnestness about them."

Noticing that Mr. Judd was suffering in health at this time, Mr. Taylor wished to secure his getting more exercise. Duncan, who was something of a farmer, was going up the Grand Canal on an evangelistic journey, and it was quite natural to ask him to purchase and bring back a nice little horse for riding if he came across one. Mr. Taylor was away when the horse arrived, but knowing it to be his intention to ride it, Mr. Judd obtained a good native saddle, bridle, etc., and kept the animal exercised. This was just what Mr. Taylor wished. Too busy on his return to go out himself, he asked Mr. Judd kindly to continue " doing good deeds " in this way, and when leaving again charged him to remember that the horse needed exercise.

" Did Mr. Taylor never ride it ? " we asked on hearing the story.

" No, never! he was far too busy. But he was careful to pay its expenses. It was simply his way of providing horse exercise for one who could not otherwise have taken it. And it did me a world of good. I exercised that pony not a little, going to villages to preach, and had some remarkable experiences with it. But he was just like that, all through. In doing kindnesses, •he would scarcely let you know, much less feel, that you were under any obligation. And Mrs. Taylor was just the same, loving, unselfish, thoughtful of others."

" Was she really kept free from care amid the practical concerns of everyday life ? "

" Wonderfully so ! I never saw her worried."

" Not with Chinese servants, or with the children ? "

" Not with servants, children, or anything else ! I never recall any part of her conduct, in the few years I was privileged to know her, without seeing her face shining with the brightness that comes from the Holy Spirit's anointing."

" How does the branch bear fruit ?" asked Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe in her little booklet on How to live in Christ. " Not by incessant effort for sunshine and, air ; not by vain struggles for those vivifying influences which give beauty to the blossom, and verdure to the leaf : it simply abides in the vine, in silent and undisturbed union, and blossoms and fruit appear as of spontaneous growth.

" How, then, shall a Christian bear fruit ? By efforts and struggles to obtain that which is freely given ; by meditations on watchfulness, on prayer, on action, on temptation, and on dangers ? No: there must be a full concentration of the thoughts and affections on CHRIST ; a complete surrender of the whole being to Him ; a constant looking to Him for grace. Christians in whom these dispositions are once firmly fixed go on calmly as the infant borne in the arms of its mother. Christ reminds them of every duty in its time and place, reproves 'them for every error, counsels them in every difficulty, excites them to every needful activity. In spiritual as in temporal matters they take no thought for the morrow ; for they know that Christ will be as accessible to-morrow as to-day, and that time imposes no barrier on His love. Their hope and trust rest solely on what He is willing and able to do for them ; on nothing that they suppose themselves able and willing to do for Him. Their talisman for every temptation and sorrow is their oft-repeated child-like surrender of their whole being to Him.'

Nothing could more truly describe the experience into which Mr. Taylor was being brought, and which Mrs. Taylor so fully shared with him.1-{1- The booklet quoted above was one they specially valued. Mr.Taylor sent one to every member of the Mission at this time. It had appeared in full as an article in The Revival.}

That such blessing should be tested by increasing trials is not to be wondered at. Inwardly and outwardly the period upon which they were entering was to be one of unprecedented distress. In the work they were to experience the power of the adversary as never before, while in personal matters new and deep sorrows awaited them. But for the preparation of heart which unconsciously to themselves had thus been made, things would have gone very differently both with Mr. Taylor and with the Mission.

The shadow of a cross falls deep and broad ;

With Thee I enter, tremblingly, the shade :

Whence this new light which brightens round me, Lord ?

" The fellowship of suffering," He said. 2 {2- Lines written by Miss Blatchley a few months later.}

To begin with, the time had come for breaking up that happy family life which meant so much to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. They dared not risk another summer for their elder children in China, and the delicate health of Samuel, who was only five years old, made it clear that he should go with his brothers and sister. This meant separation from four of their little flock, leaving only the baby born after the Yang-chow riot to ease the aching loneliness. For some time it was a question as to whether the mother should not go herself, but the necessity for this seemed obviated when Miss Blatchley volunteered to take her place in caring for the children. To part from her was almost like giving up a daughter, so devoted had she been in sharing all their experiences. But she truly loved the children, and Mr. Taylor was ready to forgo her secretarial help in order that Mrs. Taylor might remain in China. Plan as he might, they could not see far ahead, and could only trust the little party to a care infinitely wiser and more tender than their own.

" God will provide. Oh, He is a Father! " Mr. Taylor wrote in this connection. " My precious Mother, you can enter somewhat into our feelings as this dark cloud draws near. Sometimes it seems, for awhile, to take all one's strength and heart away, but God does and will help us. It is so good of Him to have given us to know more than we ever have known of His heart, His love, His gift, His joy, before calling us to take this step. We know as we did not that we can do all things through Christ our Strengthener, and would not faint nor be ungrateful. And there are many mercies connected with this trial. Dear Miss Blatchley's love and self-sacrifice we can never repay. Next to ourselves, the children love her and she them. She knows just what our wishes are regarding them, in sickness and in health. I am sure you will do what you can to help her . . . and you will specially pray for my dear Maria. When all the .bustle of preparation and the excitement of departure are over, then will come the trying time of reaction. But the Lord, Whose work calls for the separation, can and will support her."

Very painful it was, as the time drew near, to see the parting begin to tell upon the child about whom they were most concerned. Or was it only that his chronic trouble had increased, and that with care the voyage would set him up again ? Taking the opportunity of a decided improvement, the family set out from Yang-chow, accompanied by Mr. Harvey and Mr. Fishe. The boats were delayed in starting, and hardly had they got clear of the city when the little invalid showed signs of a relapse. All night long they watched beside him, doing everything that could be done, under the circumstances. But at dawn the following morning he fell into a deep sleep, and from the turbid waters of the Yangtze passed without pain or fear to the Better Land.

Before a driving storm the parents crossed the river, there more than two miles wide, to lay their treasure in the little cemetery at Chin-kiang, and then went on with the others to Shanghai. A few weeks later, after taking them all on board the French mail which was to sail at dawn the following morning, Mr. Taylor wrote at midnight: 1{1 To Mr. Berger, March 22, 1870.}

" I have seen them awake, for the last time in China ..." (He was returning to fetch Mrs. Taylor who was still on board.) Two of 'our little ones we have no anxiety about ; they rest in Jesus' bosom. And now, dear Brother, though the tears will not be stayed, I do thank God for permitting one so unworthy to take any part in this great work, and do not regret having engaged and being engaged in it. It is His work, not mine nor yours : and yet it is ours-not because we are engaged in it, but because we are His, and one with Him Whose work it is."

This was the reality that sustained, and more than sustained them. Never had there been a more troubled summer in China than that on which they were entering.

" Politically, we are facing a crisis,." Mr. Taylor had written some weeks earlier. " If our Government continues their present, I had almost said mad policy, war must result. In the mean time our position is becoming always more embarrassing.... You can scarcely judge how intricate our path seems at times." 1 {1- To Mr. Berger, February 11, 1870.}

And yet in the midst of it all, with a longing for their little ones that was indescribable, they never had had more rest and joy in God.

" I could not but admire and wonder at the grace that so sustained and comforted the fondest of mothers," Mr. Taylor wrote as he recalled it afterwards. " The secret was that Jesus was satisfying the deep thirst of heart and soul."

Mrs. Taylor was at her best that summer, borne up, it would seem, on the very tempest of troubles that raged about them. Sickness was rife in the Mission, and before they could reach Chin-kiang after parting from the children, news came to them of Mrs. Judd's being there and at the point of death. After days and nights of nursing, Mr. Judd was almost too weary to bear up, when in the courtyard below he heard sounds of an unexpected arrival. Who could it be at that hour of night, and where had they come from ? No steamer had passed up-river, and native boats would not be travelling after dark. Besides it was a wheelbarrow that had been trundled in. A long day's journey on that springless vehicle a woman had come alone, and soon he saw the face of all others he could have longed to see. He had thought them far away, but Mr. Taylor, who could not leave the boat on account of another patient, had consented to Mrs. Taylor's pressing on alone to give what help she could,

" Suffering though she was at the time and worn with hard travelling," he recalled, " she insisted on my going to bed and that she would undertake the nursing. Nothing would induce her to rest.

" ' No,' she said, 'you have quite enough to bear, without sitting up any more at night. Go to bed, for I shall stay with your wife whether you do or not.' '

" Never can I forget the firmness and love with which it ' was said, her face shining meanwhile with the tenderness of Him in Whom it was her joy and strength to abide."

Nothing but prayer brought the patient through, just as nothing but prayer saved the situation in many an hour of extremity that summer.

" We had previously known something of trial in one station or another," Mr. Taylor wrote to the friends of the Mission, " but now in all simultaneously, or nearly so, a wide-spread excitement shook the very foundations of native society. It is impossible to describe the alarm and consternation of the Chinese, when first they believed that native magicians were bewitching them, or their indignation and anger when told that these insidious foes were the agents of foreigners. It is well known how in Tien-tsin they rose and barbarously murdered the Romish Sisters of Charity, the priests, and even the French Consul. What then restrained them in the interior, where our brothers were alone, far from any protecting human power ? Nothing but the mighty hand of God, in answer to united, constant prayer, offered in the all-prevailing name of JESUS. And this same power kept us satisfied with Jesus-with His presence, His love, His providence."

It is easy to read, but only those who have passed through like experiences can have any idea of the strain involved. The heat of the summer was excessive, which added to the unrest of the native population. Ladies and children had to be removed from several of the stations, and for a time it seemed as though the Chinese Government might insist on their leaving the country altogether. This necessitated much correspondence with officials, both native and foreign, and constant letters of advice and sympathy to the workers most in peril. The accommodation of the little house at Chinkiang was taxed to its utmost, and so great was the excitement, even there, that no other premises could be obtained.

Old times seem to be coming round again," Mr. Taylor wrote to Miss Blatchley in June (referring to the Yang-chow riot), " but with this difference, that our anxieties are not as before confined to one place."

By this time it looked as though all the river-stations might have to be given up. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were making their home at Chin-kiang, to be more in the centre of things, he sleeping on the floor in sitting-room or passage that she, might share their bedroom with other ladies.

" One difficulty follows another very fast," he wrote to Hang-chow at the end of the month ; "but God reigns, not chance. At Nanking the excitement has been frightful. . . . Our people have met with no insult, even on the streets, but had the Roman Catholic place been sacked, they could hardly have escaped scot-free. We need to pray for them, for the three months' Examination have barely commenced ( bringing tens of thousands of scholars to the city).

" Here the rumours are, I hope, passing away, but at Yangchow they are very bad. . . . Pray much for us. My heart is calm, but my head is sorely tried by the constant succession of one difficulty upon another. I do not think we shall have to abandon this house (Chin-kiang)."

Yet the troubles of the time were not allowed to interfere with as much work among the people as 'was possible. Mrs. Taylor, especially, with fewer household and family cares, was seeking to help the little church at Chin-kiang. In the hottest days of June she wrote to Miss Blatchley:

We have been holding classes on Sundays and two or three evenings in the week, having two objects specially in view 'first, to interest the natives, those who can read, in searching the Scriptures, and those who cannot, in learning to do so ; and secondly, to set an example to the younger members of the Mission, who know pretty well that we have no lack of work. It may be a practical proof to them of the importance we attach to securing that the Christians and other natives about us learn to read and understand for themselves the Word of God.

The joy that had come to Mr. Taylor in a deeper apprehension of living, present oneness with Christ seems in nowise to have been hindered by the troubles of the time. The pages of his letter-book reveal, in fact, not so much the endless difficulties as the full tide of blessing that carried him through all. Though no detail is overlooked in the business part of the correspondence, letter after letter is taken up with that which was far more important. To Miss Desgraz, for example, he wrote in the middle of June after a careful letter about Yang-chow affairs

And now, my dear Sister, I have the very passage for you, and God has so blessed it to my own soul ! John 7: 37-39 " If any man thirst, let him come unto Me and drink." Who does not thirst ? Who has not mind-thirsts or heart-thirsts, soul-thirsts or body-thirsts ? Well, no matter which, or whether I have them all-" Come unto ME and " remain thirsty ? Ah, no ! " Come unto ME and drink."

What, can Jesus meet my need? Yes, and more than meet it. No matter how intricate my path, how difficult my service no matter how sad my bereavement, how far away my loved ones, no matter how helpless I am, how hopeless I am, how deep are my soul-yearnings-JESUS can meet all, all, and more than meet. He not only promises me rest (Matt.11:28-30)-ah, how welcome that would be were it all, and what an all that one word embraces ! He not only promises me drink to alleviate my thirst. No, better than that !

" He who trusts me in this matter (who believeth on MEtakes me at my word) out of him shall flow ..."

Can it be. so? Can the dry and thirsty one not only be refreshed, the parched soil moistened, the arid places cooled, but the land be so saturated, that springs well up, streams flow down from it ? Even so ! And not mere mountain torrents, full while the rains last, then dry again . . . but " out of his belly shall flow rivers "-rivers like the mighty Yangtze, ever deep, ever full. In times of drought brooks may fail, often do ; canals may be pumped dry, often are ; but the Yangtze never. Always a mighty stream ; always flowing, deep and irresistible !

" Come unto me and drink,' he wrote in another June letter. " Not, come and take a hasty draught ; not, come and slightly alleviate, or for a short time remove one's thirst. No ! ` drink,' or 'be drinking ' constantly, habitually. The cause of thirst may be irremediable. One coming, one drinking may refresh and comfort ; but we are to be ever coming, ever drinking. No fear of emptying the fountain or exhausting the river ! "

How sorely the lesson would be needed by his own heart, in days that were drawing near, he little knew when writing ; but the blessed Reality did not fail him.

One of the beautiful things of this summer was the correspondence between Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Berger, which was growing, if anything, more helpful. Though four years had elapsed since they parted on the Lammermuir, there was rarely a mail that did not carry letters between them. Ninety-one of Mrs. Berger's letters remain, revealing a love and tenderness that are imperishable. And what labours, too, they disclose ; what a life of prayer in the interests of the Mission ! With all the duties of her position and the claim of hospitality, it is a mystery how Mrs. Berger could accomplish so much. If her husband was head of the home department, she certainly was its heart and hands ; though her work was done so quietly that a visitor might have thought she was hardly busy at all. The results were felt, however, in every station of the Mission. Like Mr. Muller in his Orphan Homes, this devoted friend carried all its workers on her heart. She not only loved and prayed for them, she thought about each one individually, making notes as to their probable needs. Her shopping expeditions to London were well prepared for in this way, and it came to be a common experience in China that Mrs. Berger's parcels brought answers to prayer in many a welcome form. More precious than her gifts, however, was the spirit of this ministry, of which glimpses may be obtained in her letters to Mrs. Taylor.

Oh, that our hearts were larger, more loving, more sympathising," she wrote after the Yang-chow riot, " and our heads wiser, so that you might get some little help through us! "

He will love you through all, and be to you what you most need in every trying hour.

He and you have had dealings in secret, and therefore He can use you in His service and make you a blessing in various ways. Ah, beloved sister, we say little to either of you, but much do we ponder and pray over your accumulation of sorrows. You are living, dying for Him Who lived and died for you. I look forward to the day when my eyes shall see the smile of love He will give you. Even now you have the consciousness of His approval, and does it not suffice ? '

Who can teach like God ? And do we not need to get alone with Him if we would be filled with the sunshine of heaven, and so become useful to those around us ? Does not our strength to meet difficulties, perplexities, annoyances, sorrows of the way, largely depend on our having been much alone -with Him?

The heart that trusts forever sings,

And feels as light as it had wings ;

A well of joy within it springs

Come good or ill, Whate'er to-day to-morrow brings,

It is His will.

It was not easy to be much alone that summer, yet the loving sympathy that flowed out in constant help to others told of much inward fellowship with God. After a wakeful night in the middle of June, partly through the illness from which she was suffering and partly on account of the great heat, Mrs. Taylor managed, for example, to pen the following note to Mrs. Rudland, who had just lost a much-loved child.

MY DEAR MARY-I cannot write much, but I send a line to tell you that our hearts grieve and our eyes weep for you. May you be enabled to realise your precious little one as safely nestling in Jesu's own arms, for that more than anything else will help to assuage, the bitterness of the painful separation. " Them which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him." They will be restored to. us ; they will be ours again-ours for ever. And then we shall be able to understand why they were taken from us here. Then we shall be able to say from the depth of our hearts, " Our Jesus has done all things well," Meanwhile let us believe this. By His grace we will not doubt either His love or His wisdom. Let us cling to Him when His waves and His billows go over us.

Prayer was her very life at this time. It had long meant much to her, but with a consciousness of failing strength it came to be in a new sense her refuge.

"It often comforts me about, the children," -Miss Blatchley wrote some months later, " to remember how much she prayed for them. I have seen her at night, when she thought all were sleeping, with head bowed, kneeling for a long, long time on the bare floor. And when I picture her so, I always feel that she was praying most especially for you and the dear children."

Far away were those little ones now, and she longed with all a mother's longing to know of their being safely sheltered somewhere in England. With thankfulness amid the trials of that hot season she thought of Saint Hill-the cool green walks and pleasant lake, the lawns around the house and the atmosphere of love within-and pictured the little travellers as welcomed to Mrs. Berger's motherly heart. Her own heart was filled with love and joy in receiving, meanwhile, a new gift from God. Born on the 7th of July, this little one was her fifth son, and called forth all the pent-up love of his parents' hearts.

" How graciously the Lord has dealt with me and mine,"Mr. Taylor wrote home to Barnsley. " How tenderly did He bring my loved one through the hour of trial, and give us our last-born, our Noel. How I thanked Him as I stroked the soft, silky hair, and nestled the little one in my bosom ! And how she loved him, when with a father's joy and pride I brought him to her for her first kiss, and together we gave him to the Lord."

But an attack of cholera had greatly prostrated the mother, and lack of natural nourishment told upon the child. When a Chinese nurse could be found, it was too late to save the little life, and after one brief week on earth he went back to the Home above, in which his mother was so soon to join him.

" Though excessively prostrate in body," Mr. Taylor wrote in the same letter, " the deep peace of soul, the realisation of the Lord's own presence, and the joy in His holy will with which she was filled, and in which I was permitted to share, I can find no words to describe."

She chose herself the hymns to be sung at the little grave, one of which, " O holy Saviour, Friend unseen," seemed specially to dwell in her mind.

Though faith and hope are often tried,

We ask not, need not, aught beside ;

So safe, so calm, so satisfied,

The souls that cling to Thee.

They fear not Satan nor the grave,

They know. Thee near, and strong to save;

Nor fear to cross e'en Jordan's wave,

While still they cling to Thee.

Weak as she was, it had not yet occurred to them that for her too the end was near. The deep mutual love that bound their hearts in one seemed to preclude the thought of separation. And she was only thirty-three. There was no pain up to the very last, though she was weary, very weary. A letter from Mrs. Berger had been received two days previously, telling of the safe arrival at Saint Hill of Miss Blatchley and the children. Every detail of the welcome and arrangements for their well-being filled her heart with joy. She knew not how to be thankful enough, and seemed to have no desire or thought but just to praise the Lord for His goodness. Many and many a time had Mrs. Berger's letters reached their destination at the needed moment ; many and many a time had her loving heart anticipated the circumstances in which they would be received, but never more so than with this letter.

"And now farewell, precious Friend," she wrote. " The Lord throw around you His everlasting arms."

It was in those arms she was resting. . At daybreak on Saturday the 23rd of July, she was sleeping quietly, and Mr. Taylor left her a few moments to prepare some food. While he was doing so she awoke, and serious symptoms called him to her side.

" By this time it was dawn," he wrote, " and the sunlight revealed what the candle had hidden-the deathlike hue of her countenance. Even my love could no longer deny, not her danger, but that she was actually dying. As soon as I was sufficiently composed, I said

" ` My darling, do you know that you are dying ?

"`Dying ! ' she replied. 'Do you think so ? What makes you think so ? '

" I said, ` I can see it, darling. Your strength is giving way.,

" ` Can it be so ? I feel no pain, only weariness.'

Yes, you are going Home. You will soon be with Jesus.'

"My precious wife thought of my being left alone at a time of so much trial, with no companion like herself, with whom I had been wont to bring every difficulty to the Throne of Grace.

"I am so sorry,' she said, and paused as if half correcting herself for the feeling.

"' You are not sorry to go to be with Jesus ? '

" Never shall I forget the look with which she answered, ' Oh, no! It is not that. You know, darling, that for ten years past there has not been a cloud between me and my Saviour. I cannot be sorry to go to Him ; but it does grieve me to leave you alone at such a time. Yet . . . He will be with you and meet all your need.' "

But little was said after that. A few loving messages to those at home, a few last words about the children, and she seemed to fall asleep or drift into unconsciousness of earthly things. The summer sun rose higher and higher over the city, the hills, and the river. The busy hum of life came up around them from many a court and street. But within one Chinese dwelling, in an upper room from which the blue of God's own heaven could be seen, there was the hush of a wonderful peace.

" I never witnessed such a scene," wrote Mrs. Duncan, a few days later. " As dear Mrs. Taylor was breathing her last, Mr. Taylor knelt down-his heart so full-and committed her to the Lord ; thanking Him for having given her, and for the twelve and a half years of happiness they had had together ; thanking Him, too, for taking her to His own blessed presence, and solemnly dedicating himself anew to His service."

It was just after 9 A.M. when the quiet breathing ceased, and they knew she was " with Christ, which is far better."

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