â€˜I took care to lock up my dangerous weapon before sunrise, treating my revolver with great respect. Do you remember that, when I was known to be coming out to India as a Missionary, dear, kind H. Boswell wanted to make me a present of his pistol? I declined it, as a very unnecessary part of a Missionaryâ€™s outfit; but I could not help remembering H.â€™s kindness yesterday. Though I never fired Herbertâ€™s revolver, yet the report of itâ€”to speak in Irish styleâ€”had a great effect.â€™
â€˜I am very busy, for there seems an almost endless field for work in making foreign wall-texts; quite a new occupation for me. In Italy and Spain they will now be warmly welcomed,â€”India, Syria, China, Labrador, all offer openings. I feel it so gracious in my dear Master to give me this little work for Him, now that the power of composing seems to be taken away. I find delight in going over and over the precious texts, which I have to copy in various tongues. I do not think that I ever before so realised their sweetness. I tried to gild my own little works with Scripture truths; but now I have pure gold to give to others,â€”without admixing with it any alloy of my own.â€™
On October 6th she could say,â€”
One more short sentence from the same source is worthy of particular attention: â€˜When ill, Miss Tucker did not like to inform her friends of it, lest her friends should leave their work and come to nurse her. She often expressed a wish that there were Mission Nurses, who could attend to the sick Missionaries. Without these, when one got ill, others were taken from their work to nurse her.â€™
Charles. [Starting up.] Colonel Stumply! Iâ€™m dished.
â€˜Oct. 20.â€” ... My precious Laura departed.â€™