"Dear Brother Brininger.--My heart rejoices as I pen these few lines--may yours also

on reading them--for much has happened to bless the name of our God and Father and

our Glorious Head, the exalted Lord Jesus Christ. Already three meetings of humbling,

restoring, raising, edification, grounding and reconciliation. First things first and an

attempt to record chronologically events in an endeavour to give you a picture.  I

immediately wrote our Bro. Welch, care of the Pilot, to the Empress of Scotland, and to

make sure sent him a marconigram on Friday the 20th. These he received O.K. On

Saturday noon, Mr. Caldwell and myself finished work and set out at 2.10p.m. to drive to

Montreal. Two schoolboys never scanned their favourite book as we did the hotel

register, and what a disappointment--no sign or name of Mr. Welch. The boat had not

even docked at Quebec. It was held up for two days outside of port owing to fog and

rain . . . . . ."

Monday noon, and then a telegram `arriving on a special midnight, etc.' 11.30p.m.,

raining, when Mr. Caldwell and I drove down to the Union Station; at 12.30 the train

rolled in. Mr. Caldwell stayed in the car; I was pacing the platform. Saw him? Did I?

First look on the run; peering through the window was our beloved brother; one frantic

wave of the hand, and then the meeting. You'll have the same experience when he

(D.5:) arrives safely home again to his beloved and his lambs.

He rested up a couple of days and on Friday we had our first taste of the goodness and

grace of God as ministered by His servant, our Bro. Welch. The reading began at

8.15p.m. 9.15 came, then 10.15. Those eyes lighted; that face shone; and most rejoiced

in the Unity of the Spirit. There were Mr. And Mrs. Fenton, Miss Fenton, Mr. Caldwell,

Mrs. Farnworth, Mr. A. 5: White, Mr. And Mrs. Mabie, Mrs. Pogue, Mrs. Fenton's

sister, Mrs. Brandon and myself; last but not least, Mr. Welch. His message was true to

the Word and faithfully delivered in the fear of his Lord and without regard of favour to

man: showing our relative and true position to the God Who raises the dead.

On Sunday morning, we went over early to the hall and fixed the seats, arranged the

literature (not for sale; for inspection after the meeting) and with anxious but happy

hearts awaited the gathering of saints, friends and others. His subject was `Let us go on'.

We had learned to love our brother through his written ministry, and more so now he is

with us. The evidence of his message of the morning was noticeably apparent in the

evening. Many of the saints kept their telephone red hot, and though many failed to come

who promised, we practically doubled in the evening. `Rightly Dividing the Word' was

the message at 7.0p.m. We forgot ourselves as we gave ready ear to the written Word

expounded by the Spirit of God through an earthen vessel, a vessel whom we honour as

chosen of God to testify of the riches of the Glory of His Grace. Three brethren who

were stumbled at and stumbling each other, were reconciled, and rejoiced with each other

over the blessed portion we had received from the Lord.

Each meeting was opened by singing one hymn and being taken before the throne of

Grace by one short prayer and then our brother giving the Lord's message and himself

closing the meeting. May I express the tone of the meeting thus: `Unity of the Spirit in

the Bond of Peace'.  Could you have but seen the faces and heard the buzz of

conversation, your heart would have leaped with joy in Snell's Hall that morning and

evening. The love of Christ was manifested and made known through our brother, and

we caught glimpses of that paternal love of his for wife, bairns and home that he had left

to minister to us, as he remembered them by illustration and in prayer. May we all,