To Miss C.
    My dear Anne, 
    We read this morning the 1st and 2nd chapters of Ruth, and the thought 
    forcibly struck me that you are like my namesake when she was but a gleaner 
    in the field of Boaz. He was then her near kinsman, and had the right to 
    redeem—but the time was not come. He said nothing about relationship—but 
    just encouraged her to glean in his field, abide by his maidens, and sit 
    beside his reapers, partaking of their fare. Thus it is with you; you have 
    picked up ears and gleaned handfuls in the field; you have fed with the 
    maidens and servants, and have been surprised that such bounty should be 
    given unto you; and though now you are longing for higher privilege and 
    closer communion, yet forget not to be thankful for such things as you have, 
    for He has said, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." He says also, as 
    Boaz did, chapter 2:8, and your humble friend would say, as Naomi did, verse 
    22--keep on in the field until he says to you, Come up higher; for in truth 
    "the man" (1 Tim. 2:5) will not be in rest until he has finished the thing 
    in open consummation of union, ancient as eternity. 
    He may try your faith and patience, and He has a right to 
    do so, for whether they be little or much He is the author of them; but be 
    not discouraged; His time is best, though yours seems always ready. He feeds 
    and upholds you, and keeps your soul alive in famine--and these are but a 
    part of His ways. When He brings you openly to His home and His heart, and 
    feasts you at a plentiful meal of wine well refined, and fat things full of 
    marrow--His love for you will not be greater than it is now. 
    Oh, believe well of Him, however ill things may seem to 
    sense and reason. These are evil counselors, and they, with Satan, do often 
    bring us to dishonor our best Friend, and judge Him by feeble sense. If one 
    soul perishes hanging on Him and pleading His blood and righteousness, the 
    Rock of Ages would have become shifting sand; and what would He do with His 
    great name? It would be tarnished indeed—which will not, cannot be. Rest, 
    beloved, upon the blood and righteousness of Jesus, and the faithfulness of 
    Jehovah, when you have neither feeling nor fruit in yourself to encourage 
    you.
    Adieu. With love and longing for your soul's health, I am 
    your fellow-gleaner, 
    Ruth