In the Trenches

A letter came to me headed “In the Trenches,” from one who says:—
Dear Sir, ― Yesterday I read one of your tracts that you are issuing, and I thought what a glorious work you are doing, so I am sending you on a five franc note. It is all I can send, and I have not an English money order. I send it for you to buy Testaments, or to do as you like for the boys at the Front. I thank God that He has showed me my way out here since I realized my danger on December 18th and I think it is my duty to try to do something in return for Him. I should like, if it would not be too much trouble, for what you buy to be given to a draft of the Devons leaving for the first Battalion, as I am serving in them. Go on, sir, with the great work you are doing, and I am sure it will not be in vain. Men out here are beginning to think as they never thought before — thank God for that — and I am sure that this terrible War will mean a great blessing to thousands of us. I remain a soldier of Christ who found Him out here.”
This is another bit of the joy of harvest. God bless him!