My Dear Nieces and Nephews,


Not only does an ocean roll between me and my kindred in the United States, but also some of you have grown up into manhood and womanhood since I last saw you.  Some of you, I regret to say, I have never seen.  Sometimes I need to go over the list afresh to learn the number who has the right of kinship or marriage to call me “Aunt Kate.”  At present, the number stands close to fifty.  I am as proud of my wealth of nieces and nephews as my parents were of the nine children from whom nearly all of you have sprung.


I am writing you sort of a Bible story which relates to a book within it, the study of which is too much neglected; and the only one which contains language such as:


Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this

prophecy, and keep {treasure up} those things which are written


It is the only part of the Bible which claims to produce language which has been precisely dictated by the Lord Jesus.  Three times over, the Lord testifies personally to its truth, accuracy and authority (Revelation 22:16, 18, 20).  He also pronounces the most solemn and awful judgments upon anyone who meddles with its contents, adding or taking from them.


The book reveals to us more about our future destiny in definite terms than any other book of the Bible.  Nearly all the contents of the book relate to the events which precede and follow close upon the Second Coming of the Lord.  His redemption divides into three parts—to redeem the earth from Satan’s rule, to cause “the meek” to “inherit the earth, and to delight themselves in the abundance of peace.”


In this book, I shall try to write to you as I love to remember many of you as children clustered about me, waiting for a story.  If I forget and my words get too big for you to understand, then the little ones must ask the big ones to explain.  When “Grandfather” passed away (my own dear father), his last words were:  “Mother, call the children; call them all in.”  We knew what he meant—children and grandchildren—they were all one to his wandering mind.  He wished to give them all his dying blessing.  Alas! Though his nine children were all living with their families, only two came to his bedside.


“Grandmother” soon followed him.  Along with Grandfather, she always wished, and still does, to call all the children home to them. We used to sing so often at family prayers:


“We are traveling home to God,

In the way our fathers trod;

They are happy now, and we

Soon their happiness shall see.”

To me, this song expresses one of the brightest things to which we look forward:  That I may live until Christ comes, for the promise is He will bring all our loved ones to rise with us to meet Him in the air as He approaches this earth.  They will suddenly appear all about us to accompany us into the Divine presence so that we shall not have to feel so strange and new to it all (I. Thessolonians 4:14).  When that time comes, we will undoubtedly feel like singing the other verse of that dear old hymn:


“Lord obediently we’ll go,

Gladly leaving all below:

Only Thou our Leader be,

And we still will follow Thee.”

In this bright expectation of that for which our parents so often prayed and still pray, “that we may be an unbroken family circle in heaven.”  I am,


                                                                        Affectionately yours,


                                                                                               “Aunt Kate”


3 Leicester Street


October 1914.

              CHAPTER 1