Little Alice Ferguson is dead. For two weeks she has struggled with that dread scourge—diphtheria. At one o'clock this afternoon her bright, brown eyes closed in the last, long sleep and she has found rest. Byery foreign home in Nanking is in greatly beloved. She was born here in mourning, for in all our homes was she Nanking ten days before the riot of 1891, and thus with the end of her Ath year came the end of her brief little life. Her sunny face, her winning smile, and all ber pretty ways are only a memory, but a memory whose fragrance will linger in our homes through long years to come. The grief stricken parents have the sympathy of friends both European and Chinese in Nanking and elsewhere in China, and the sad news, will bring sorrow to many more carts in the far away homeland. May the God of all grace comfort the broken-hearted and help them to feel that "She is not dead—the child of our affection—But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule."
2th May.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.