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MARY FAISON DIXON 
 
 Born at Woodlawn, North Carolina, U. S. A., December 
 31, 1853. Entered the Glory from Kuling, China, 
 11.55 a. m., Sunday, August 6, 1922 
 
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 The Wife Who Always Helped and Never Hindered 
 
 OF 
 
 MARY FAISON DIXON 
 
 Wife of Amzi Clarence Dixon 
 
 Who Entered the Glory from Kuling, China 
 August 6, 1922 
 
 PUBLISHED BY 
 
 OOD LITERATURE DEPARTMENT OF 
 NIVERSITY BAPTIST CHURCH 
 
 N. Charles and Greenway, North of Thirty-fourth Street 
 Baltimore, Md , U. S. A. 
 
WITH COMPLIMENTS OF 
 
 (A. (E. ^txon 
 
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 REV. 14: 13. 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Shadow and Light, by A. C. Dixon. 7 
 
 Letter from Mrs. D. F. Stamps. 15 
 
 Address by Mrs. Alice Elise Cooper. 24 
 
 Address by Miss Edith Davis... 29 
 
 Address by Rev. D. F. Stx\mps. 36 
 
 Address by Dr. A. C. Dixon. 42 
 
 Tributes by Chinese Christians. 50 
 
 Extracts from Letters of Condolence. . 55 
 
 A Gift from God, Tribute by Mrs. W. R. 
 Nimmo .'. 58 
 
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 Mary Faison Dixon . Frontispiece 
 
 The Postgraduate . 
 
 Mother and Child . 
 
 With the Grandchildren . 
 
 God’s Acre on Kuling Mountain . 
 
 Platform of Kuling Church At Memorial 
 Service . 
 
 The Grave . 
 
 PAGE 
 
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 17 
 
 25 
 
 33 
 
 45 
 
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 A Sunset from Kuling Mountain 
 
 59 
 
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 By A. C. DIXON 
 
 After two of the happiest months in a happy 
 married life of more than forty years, wife and 1 
 were on the Yangtze river steamer en route to 
 Killing, to fill a two-weeks’ lecture engagement 
 before several missionary conferences. At mid¬ 
 night she was taken suddenly ill with nausea. I 
 was not alarmed, because I thought it was an 
 attack of biliousness to which she was subject at 
 times, and from which she usually recovered in a 
 few hours. When the boat reached Kiukiang, 
 where we disembarked for Killing, Doctor Jones 
 kindly took her to his own house, and was so sat¬ 
 isfied with her normal pulse and general condition 
 that he did not even take her temperature. The 
 day was the hottest we had felt in China, but she 
 slept on a sofa under a punka fan, as if she were 
 resting well after a sleepless night. I was think¬ 
 ing of leaving her there and going up the moun¬ 
 tain to Killing, that I might fill my evening en¬ 
 gagement. But about three-thirty p. m. her fever 
 
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suddenly rose to 105°, and she became uncon¬ 
 scious. Two Portuguese nurses came from a 
 near-by hospital, and by skilful treatment in a 
 few minutes reduced the fever to 103°, and so 
 restored consciousness that she could respond to 
 my appeal for recognition by a gentle pressure of 
 the hand. Doctor Perkins, who was summoned 
 by Doctor Jones, thought that it was cholera, as 
 cholera was prevalent in Kiukiang, and the symp¬ 
 toms were similar to those he had been treating. 
 Doctor Jones did not agree with this diagnosis, 
 but both of them insisted that she should be re¬ 
 moved at once to a hospital on the top of Killing 
 mountain. Within less than an hour her body 
 was on a stretcher, carried by coolies, then on a 
 barge up the river, then in an automobile across 
 the plain, and again borne by coolies seven miles 
 up the mountain. The mountain air so revived 
 her that she talked to the nurse about the flowers 
 by the wayside. 
 
 Next morning her temperature was normal, 
 and we thought the worst was over, though she 
 still seemed to be in a semicomatose condition; 
 but, when aroused, she was quite herself. I took 
 her a beautiful tiger-lily, and told her that it grew 
 wild in the woods. She looked at it with a 
 pleased expression, as she said, ‘‘ I want to see 
 them in the woods,” and then seemed to fall 
 asleep. On Thursday morning the fever had re- 
 
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THE POSTGRADUATE 
 In a Baltimore College 
 
turnecl, but still, when aroused, she was mentally 
 alert and we had a little prayer together. Friday 
 morning, I brought a batch of letters from the 
 children, and, after I had aroused her, asked if I 
 should read them to her. She looked at them 
 lovingly and said, '' Not now,” evidently meaning 
 that she would doubtless be better soon, and we 
 could enjoy them together. “ Not now ” were the 
 last words I heard from her lips, for the nurse 
 recpiested me not to arouse her any more that day, 
 and next morning, Saturday, meningitis had de¬ 
 veloped, and she was perfectly unconscious. 
 
 Sunday morning it was evident that she was 
 almost home: and, as eleven o’clock approached, 
 Doctor Barrie insisted that I should go to the 
 church and deliver my message to the eleven hun¬ 
 dred people who were waiting. Knowing what 
 she would wish me to do, I went and, while I was 
 preaching, she entered the glory at eleven-fifty- 
 five. During my sermon I had at one time such 
 a consciousness of her presence that for a few 
 moments my mind could rest only upon her, and 
 I had to struggle back to the line of thought I was 
 pursuing. Explain it as you will, there has come 
 to me the pleasing fancy that she asked the angel 
 who came for her spirit, to let her come by the 
 church and give me a final farewell, before going 
 to be with the Lord. 
 
 Idle Memorial Service, with the pulpit and 
 
platform covered with wildflowers, which the 
 kind, sympathetic missionaries had gathered from 
 the mountainsides, and the loving words of ap¬ 
 preciation spoken by Chairman Wilson, Mrs. 
 Cooper, Miss Davis, and Mr. Stamps, was like a 
 bit of heaven draped in mourning. There was, 
 at least, one broken-hearted man who sat there 
 in the dark gazing at the stars, and looking to¬ 
 ward the East for the sunrise, when ‘‘ They that 
 sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.” To him 
 the blackest cloud that had ever come into his life 
 was spanned by the most l)eautiful rainbow he 
 had ever seen. 
 
 The day of the funeral was dark and threaten¬ 
 ing. The clouds covered the mountain and shut 
 off every ray of the sun. But, as we stood around 
 the grave beside the mound of flowers which 
 loving hands had brought, the sun in the west 
 broke out, scattered the clouds, and gave us a 
 most glorious sunset. It looked as if the colors 
 from the mound of flowers had been caught up 
 and spread upon the clouds, multiplied a thou¬ 
 sandfold, God’s bouquet sent to the funeral of the 
 one who loved Him and every beautiful thing he 
 had made with all her heart. As we stood with 
 our faces bathed in the light of this glory from 
 heaven, the Chinese sang and sang again in their 
 mother tongue The Sweet By and By.” Ting 
 Li Mei, the Chinese evangelist, poured out his 
 
heart in prayer; Mr. Wilson led in English to the 
 throne of Grace; Miss Flower sang; 
 
 Or if on joyful wing 
 Cleaving the sky, 
 
 Sun, moon and stars forgot, 
 
 Upward I fly, 
 
 Still all my song shall he. 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee. 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 And we listened to the reading of these words 
 of hope from First Thessalonians 4 : 13-18: 
 
 I would not have you ignorant, brethren, concerning 
 them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not even as others 
 which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died 
 and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will 
 God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the 
 word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain 
 unto the coming of the Lord, shall not go before them 
 that are asleep; for the Lord himself shall descend from 
 heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and 
 with the trump of God : and the dead in Christ shall rise 
 first; then we which are alive and remain, shall be caught 
 up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in 
 the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Where¬ 
 fore comfort one another with these words. 
 
 My heart was comforted and ‘‘ strangely 
 warmed,” as I thought that before leaving this 
 mountaintop, the Lord may come with greater 
 glory than this setting sun, and the precious body 
 we have covered with earth and flowers may come 
 forth in resurrection beauty, and the family re- 
 
union we had been planning on our return to 
 America may take place with the Lord in the air; 
 and so shall we be ever with the Lord ” and her. 
 
 On a dark Sunday morning in City Temple, 
 London, Dr. Joseph Parker said: “ I have been 
 in Switzerland this morning, beholding the sun¬ 
 rise from the top of Mount Rigi and the sunset 
 upon the Matterhorn. Why should a man live in 
 a London fog when he can live amid the glories 
 of Switzerland ? ” He had been to Switzerland 
 the summer before, and this was his striking way 
 of saying that the memory of its glorious sunrises 
 and sunsets made him forget the fog which envel¬ 
 oped him and his people in London. 
 
 Through all the fogs of the future I shall carry 
 in mind and heart that Monday evening, August 
 7, 1922, when, as I stood in “ God’s Acre ” on 
 Killing mountain, China, surrounded by loving, 
 sympathetic friends, the sun burst through the 
 clouds, and painted them in colors worthy of 
 heaven, suggesting the Greater Glory that is to 
 come. 
 
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 MISSIONARY OF THE SOUTHERN BAPTIST 
 CONVENTION AT CHINKIANG, CHINA, TO 
 THE CORRESPONDING SECRETARY OF THE 
 WOMAN’S MISSIONARY UNION 
 
 Kuling, China, Aug. 7, 1922. 
 My dear Miss Mallory : 
 
 For a long time I have been planning to write 
 you and tell you something of the work among 
 the Chinese women in our station, Chinkiang, 
 but I will wait till I go back to the station for 
 that. For now, while spending my vacation in 
 Kuling, I have something different to tell you that 
 I think the women of the Southern Baptist 
 churches will be deeply interested in. On yester¬ 
 day morning, here in this lovely mountain resort 
 in the heart of China, Mrs. Mary Faison Dixon, 
 wife of Dr. A. C. Dixon, fell asleep in Jesus. 
 The circumstances surrounding her death form 
 such a beautiful witness for Jesus that I am 
 writing you about it. Then, too, I am sure that 
 Mrs. Dixon held a large place in the hearts of 
 the members of the Ahiman’s Missionary Union, 
 
so that they will wish to know the details of her 
 death. 
 
 Doctor and Mrs. Dixon landed in China the 
 latter part of June, having come out to China 
 for a series of conferences at several of the for¬ 
 eign summer resort places, under the Stuart 
 Evangelistic Fund. From Shanghai they went 
 first to North China for a conference at the sea¬ 
 side resort, Peiteiho. On last Tuesday we ex¬ 
 pected them to reach Kuling in time for Doctor 
 Dixon to begin a series of sermons here Wednes¬ 
 day at the regular yearly Kuling Conference. 
 But when they left the boat at Kiukiang (four¬ 
 teen miles away, at the foot of the mountains, on 
 the Yangtze River) word came to us that Mrs. 
 Dixon had become suddenly ill and was unable 
 to come on to Kuling. The trip from Kiukiang 
 to Kuling is made overland, seven miles by auto¬ 
 mobile, and the last seven miles up the mountain 
 in sedan-chairs carried by coolies. As Kiukiang, 
 down in the plains, is extremely hot in the sum¬ 
 mer, an effort was made to bring Mrs. Dixon up 
 the mountain Wednesday afternoon; she made 
 the trip on a stretcher, being unconscious most of 
 the way. After three days, her illness was pro¬ 
 nounced meningitis, with serious complications. 
 In spite of the gravity of her condition. Doctor 
 Dixon bravely began the conference Thursday 
 morning, and continued during the week, preach- 
 
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ing both morning and afternoon most powerful 
 and searching sermons. Each day from four to 
 five hundred missionaries, who gathered to hear 
 him in the foreign church building here, lingered 
 after the service to pray that God would lay his 
 healing hand upon Mrs. Dixon, that she might be 
 spared for further service for Him here. Some 
 of the most beautiful prayers I have ever heard 
 were those that went up to God in those meetings. 
 
 On Sunday morning her condition was more 
 grave than ever, and we hardly hoped that Doctor 
 Dixon would come before us. He had announced 
 his Sunday subject beforehand on “ Why I am a 
 Christian ” from an antichristian view-point, and 
 the house was packed with foreigners and Chi¬ 
 nese to hear God’s message. 
 
 As Doctor Dixon entered the pulpit, he told us 
 that Mrs. Dixon’s greatest desire was to witness 
 for Christ, and that, if she were conscious that 
 morning, he knew that she would want him to 
 deliver God’s message that day, and so, by God’s 
 help, he would preach to us as he had announced. 
 I shall never forget that sermon—a wonderful, 
 powerful stand for Christ. In the very midst of 
 such a trying time he was pouring his very soul 
 into the message. At fifteen minutes past twelve 
 he concluded with a beautiful picture of the 
 Christian whose work was over, lifting anchor in 
 the land-locked harbor and sailing out into the 
 
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full ocean of God’s love forever. And then he 
 turned to the venerable leader of the Conference, 
 Doctor Wilson, to lead in prayer. As we bowed 
 (jur heads, loving friends led Doctor Dixon away, 
 and the minister began to pray for the loved ones 
 of her who had, within the last few minutes, 
 lifted anchor and sailed away to God. Our hearts 
 almost stood still during that prayer, and I had a 
 feeling that we were witnessing something that 
 was rare and more beautiful than any experience 
 I had ever had before. When the prayer was 
 ended, we were told that Mrs. Dixon had passed 
 away quietly at hve minutes to twelve. Then Miss 
 Flower, a missionary with a God-given voice of 
 beauty, arose and sang that victorious song 
 “ Open the gates ” that ends with that triumphant 
 thrill “ I know that my Redeemer liveth.” 
 
 I have never experienced anything like that 
 service. Such a powerful sermon, and then, by 
 himself more than by any word or action, Doctor 
 Dixon’s beautiful witness for Christ in that try¬ 
 ing hour. Instead of a grief-stricken audience, I 
 think every one left the church with an uplifted, 
 exultant feeling, triumphant over grief and sor¬ 
 row, secure in the glorious knowledge that “ my 
 Redeemer liveth.” And since yesterday, we have 
 continued to feel that way, as if we have been 
 })ermitted a closer insight into God’s power and 
 have felt a wonderful, soul-stirring experience. 
 
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1- hat afternoon there was held a memorial ser¬ 
 vice for her at the church. There were three 
 people who spoke: Mrs. Cooper, of Killing, who 
 had known her in England while Doctor Dixon 
 was pastor of the Metropolitan Tabernacle in 
 London; a lady who had been traveling with 
 Doctor and Mrs. Dixon since they landed in 
 China, and who had come to know her intimately 
 in the meetings out here ; and Mr. Stamps who 
 represented the Baptists at Killing, and who told 
 of Mrs. Dixon’s Christian work in America, espe¬ 
 cially of her work for missions and her interest 
 in the beginnings of the Woman’s Missionary 
 Union. 
 
 The funeral service was held this afternoon, 
 the hrst part in the Killing Church. The mem¬ 
 bers of the Baptist Missions here, both Northern 
 and Southern, had charge of decorating the 
 church. Such a wealth of exquisite wildflowers 
 these mountains yield ! In front of a background 
 of beautiful, feathery bamboo, were banked hun¬ 
 dreds of glorious flowers, among them the lovely 
 Killing lilies that grow wild on the hills here, but 
 are like our beautiful Easter lilies at home, white 
 and pure, on tall stalks four and five feet high 
 with as many as five or six lilies on one stem. I 
 think they must be the same kind of lilies as those 
 that Jesus spoke of in the Palestine fields, more 
 beautiful than Solomon in all his glory. Among 
 
the tiowers, too, were the pale pink lotus flowers 
 that Mrs. Dixon had been so much attracted to. 
 
 The transepts on either side of the church were 
 filled with Chinese Christians, and the songs that 
 were sung were in English and Chinese. After 
 a short message by Doctor Wilson, a Chinese 
 minister made a most beautiful tribute, first in 
 Chinese and then in English. Then Doctor 
 Dixon, himself, calmly and quietly, told us some¬ 
 thing of the lovely Christian character of her 
 ‘‘whom not having seen, we loved.” We were 
 so glad to hear of her beautiful life, and I think, 
 also, that it was a comfort to Doctor Dixon, so 
 far from his family and loved ones, to speak of 
 her to us since we had not had the joy of know¬ 
 ing her. It was surely a lasting example to our 
 Chinese friends of the power of God to 
 strengthen and comfort his servants in times of 
 sorrow. 
 
 I wish you could see the beautiful “ God’s 
 Acre ” here in the mountains of Killing in the 
 heart of China, where Mrs. Dixon’s body was 
 laid to rest on a beautiful hillside, nearly four 
 thousand feet above sea-level, facing the west as 
 the sun was setting in a glorious sky, behind the 
 mountains. After Scripture reading by Doctor 
 Wilson, Rev. Ting Li Mei made a most beautiful 
 prayer in Chinese, and while the grave was being 
 covered with flowers, a lady sang that one verse: 
 
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1 here let the way appeal, 
 Steps unto heaven - 
 
 Then Doctor Dixon opened his Bible and read 
 some verses from the fourth chapter of First 
 Thessalonians. 
 
 As the day had been cloudy, we were afraid 
 that there would not be a pretty sunset, but just 
 as the service began the western sky cleared, and 
 through a sudden little shower of rain that lasted 
 not more than one minute, the sun burst forth as 
 a smile through tears. From then until the dark 
 came, the western sky was gorgeous. 
 
 I do not think Doctor and Mrs. Dixon could 
 have brought a more beautiful message to Killing 
 or a greater witness for Christ than this quiet 
 passing of a sweet and lovely woman, and the 
 marvelous Christian strength and faith of her 
 husband in his sorrow. 
 
 As one of the Chinese pastors said, she came 
 to minister to the Chinese and in her death as 
 in her life she has indeed ministered to them, and 
 we will all, foreigners and Chinese, hold this little 
 spot in the heart of China sacred to her memory. 
 And now, more than ever, will her family and 
 her friends turn their thoughts to this great land, 
 since it marks her last resting-place. 
 
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AbJirwa 
 
 By Mrs. ALICE ELISE COOPER 
 
 Of the Wesleyan Mission, Kuling 
 
 My friendship with Mrs. Dixon began in En¬ 
 gland during the war, and during that period of 
 the war wdien the German air-raids over London 
 caused all who could do so to seek shelter else¬ 
 where. We were both needing medical care, and 
 for months we lived together in the same house 
 and sat side by side at table in a small sanatorium 
 on the Surrey Hills. It was here that I grew to 
 love and admire the gracious Christian lady who 
 always put the comfort and well-being of others 
 liefore her own. During those months of conva¬ 
 lescence we had many walks and talks on the 
 hillsides, and I greatly appreciated her hel])ful 
 companionshi]), and found much blessing in the 
 fellowship with so great and beautiful a spirit. 
 
 Mrs. Dixon was a mellowed Christian, and a 
 vvide reader on many subjects and a great lover 
 of books. She had a well-balanced mind, a sane 
 judgment, a broad outlook on life, and an intense 
 
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' devotion to Jesus Christ her Lord. My admira- 
 I tion of her was sincere and I thought her wise 
 and gracious personality was in every way fitted 
 :j to be the wife of a great pastor. Her outstand¬ 
 ing characteristics seemed to me to be humility, 
 
 I modesty, and self-effacement. 
 
 During her stay on the Surrey Hills Doctor 
 Dixon came at intervals, as his strenuous war- 
 I time work at the • Metropolitan Tabernacle al- 
 , lowed, and even then he spent much of his brief 
 ; visits working at his desk. But she never com¬ 
 plained and never urged him to stay longer with 
 her, always recognizing the urgency of the work 
 that called him away. Once when I sympathized 
 with her in the Doctor’s absence she said, All 
 my married life I have helped where I could, and 
 where I could not I have never hindered.” 
 
 At the sanatorium her influence was most help¬ 
 ful, and many a troubled soul poured out its diffl- 
 culties into her sympathetic ear and got ease and 
 enheartenment from her kindly and understand¬ 
 ing counsel. I remember on one occasion after 
 my consultation with the medical superintendent, 
 saying to him: 
 
 Doctor Olsen, do you realize what a blessing 
 Mrs. Dixon is in this house? ” And he replied: 
 “ Indeed I do! Many of the patients have told 
 me of the help she has been to them.” 
 
 When we knew that Mrs. Dixon was to accom- 
 
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pany her husband to China and to Killing, we 
 looked forward with much eager anticipation to 
 the renewal of the old fellowship. But it was 
 not to be, for after only three days in our moun¬ 
 tain hospital here God gave his beloved sleep, 
 and this afternoon we are to lay her to rest in our 
 beautiful God’s Acre, looking up to the temple in 
 the cloud. 
 
 \Ce are glad to have her here resting in our 
 midst, and we send a message of love and sym¬ 
 pathy to the daughters and the son at home and 
 pray that God will comfort the one most sorely 
 bereaved, the dear pastor who has brought us 
 such messages of life these last few days. 
 
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AiiiirpHa 
 
 By Miss EDITH DAVIS 
 
 Coworlcer in Evangelism with Miss Ruth Paxson 
 
 Al)out four weeks ago I met Airs. Dixon for 
 the first time at the Alissionary Home in Shan¬ 
 ghai. We had a mntnal friend, and we talked 
 together of her and of her little family of chil¬ 
 dren. Then the conversation Avent on to mission 
 work, methods, and problems, and I found her 
 one who was deeply interested not only in the 
 ways and means of work but also in the difficul¬ 
 ties which we meet and in the fruit which God 
 gives. She asked many cpiestions and by them 
 revealed the scope of her interest in onr country 
 of China and the depth of her interest in the vic¬ 
 tories of the gospel of onr Lord Jesns Christ 
 among these ])eo])le. 
 
 It \vas at this time that ])lans were being made 
 for Doctor and Mrs. Dixon’s going to Chefoo. 
 Through another ])arty usurping the cabin re¬ 
 served for them on the steamer it seemed for a 
 
while that they Would have to be separated and 
 make the trip by different boats. Some one was 
 deploring this with them, but the cheery answer 
 came back: “ We have heard of missionary hard¬ 
 ships and we haven’t met any yet; we will take 
 our share and be glad that both of us can get there 
 with only a little time apart.” 
 
 Three weeks ago Mrs. Dixon stood with me 
 at the grave of a little lad whose mother was our 
 mutual friend, and her heart was poured out in 
 understanding sympathy. A little son God had 
 taken from her one day long ago, and she knew 
 how to minister in love to another sorrowing 
 mother. Her note of sympathy was one that 
 brought comfort. 
 
 Just a week ago tonight we sat together in 
 the church at Ki Kungshan listening to Doctor 
 Dixon as he preached. At the close of the ser¬ 
 vice she said to me: “We must be praying a great 
 deal for the Conferences in Killing. We don’t 
 want anything that will grieve the Spirit. Mr. 
 Dixon and I will be praying a great deal.” To¬ 
 night she is with her Lord in the Glory looking 
 down upon the men and the women in these Con¬ 
 ferences. Won’t you be praying with her and 
 with the interceding Lord that his will be done in 
 each life here ? 
 
 All the way from Pei Tei Ho to Kiukiang her 
 heart went out to the poor, to the suffering, and 
 
to the burden-bearers. She gave to the beggars 
 along the road. She couldn’t resist the appeals 
 of the little girl who sells picture-cards at the 
 entrance to the Summer Palace in Peking and 
 gave what was the cost of a meal in addition 
 to the price of the cards. The faithful rick- 
 shawman who helped her up and down steps 
 at the Temple and at the Altar of Heaven 
 was not forgotten though he was quite satis¬ 
 fied with the regular fee given him, and extra 
 was added because of his courtesy. And the 
 rickshawman who took her through the heat to 
 the Lama and Confucian Temples was remem¬ 
 bered, and she suggested that he be given tea to 
 refresh him as he waited for the home trip. As 
 the train drew up at stations and the city’s quota 
 of beggars followed along past the cars wailing, 
 l)egging, motioning to lips and stomach as a sign 
 of their hunger, like her Lord she was moved 
 with compassion for them.” All along the way 
 she left a trail of pennies, all that she could do 
 for them, aside from the prayer in her heart and 
 on her lips, that God would relieve their need and 
 that some one would tell them of Christ. In speak¬ 
 ing to me of her days in Shanghai and of the sights 
 that she had seen there, two things came repeat¬ 
 edly to her mind, the help given to fallen women 
 and girls at ‘‘ The Door of Hope,” and the “ Mis¬ 
 sion to Rickshaw Coolies.” 1Tis last place she 
 
had not been to, but hoped to go on her return 
 to Shanghai. 
 
 Mrs. Dixon had a very keen sense of the beau¬ 
 tiful. She noted all about her, whether the line 
 of Peking’s curving temple roofs, a bit of carving 
 about the gable, some old vase in the Museum, or 
 a stretch of landscape before her. She noted and 
 enjoyed all. Deeper than the love of the beau¬ 
 tiful and deeper than the love of those whom God 
 had given her lay the love for her Lord. One 
 never knows another, never knows how rightly 
 to estimate the worth of another till he has had 
 the fellowship of prayer with Him. I shall never 
 forget the last evening on the boat when we three 
 had a little family prayer together in the cabin. 
 Phere I understood more deeply how her life 
 was a prayer life and how quickly the things on 
 her heart were taken to Him. She prayed for the 
 Convention, the Conference, then for the coolies 
 and the burden-bearers, and then prayed a second 
 time for a young girl whom she had met who 
 seemed not to know God well. We rose from our 
 knees, and as I went back to my cabin, she fol¬ 
 lowed with a word of concern for dear Doctor 
 Dixon, who had not been very well and who she 
 knew was going into heavy work at Killing. Her 
 thought was always of others. The last conscious 
 \vord I heard from her was in reply to Doctor 
 Dixon’s saying he was sorry she was not well. 
 

 
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—I am glad it is I, not you.” All the early 
 part of her illness, while I was with her, there 
 was not a word of complaint, not a moan, only 
 of gratitude for the little that could be done to 
 relieve her. 
 
 A few weeks ago I heard a story that I be¬ 
 lieve is true. We have all heard of Feng Yu 
 Hsiang, General Feng, the Christian general. We 
 know of his power with God, of his Christian tes¬ 
 timony. He has been a Christian only a few 
 years, but away back twenty-two years ago, dur¬ 
 ing the Boxer times, his conversion began. He 
 was only a hanger-on of the soldiers, and one day 
 in Pao Ting Fu he saw a foreign missionary car¬ 
 ried out from the school and told that she was to 
 be beheaded. She plead for her pupils, gladly 
 laying down her life if only they could be spared. 
 He marvelled at her bravery. He wondered that 
 she did not speak of herself. For years the inci¬ 
 dent stayed in his mind and heart. When later 
 he became a Christian, as the Way was explained 
 to him, he knew that away back there the Lord 
 had laid his hand on him for salvation. I believe 
 that there are those in this country who will have 
 heard of dear Mrs. Dixon and of her life laid 
 down out here, that a message of Him may be 
 given, who will some day point back to this hour 
 and to this summer as the time when the Lord 
 called them, and they were wooed back to Him. 
 
A^I^irf00 
 
 By Rev. D. F. STAMPS 
 
 Of the Southern Baptist Convention 
 
 It has fallen to my lot to speak of the work 
 which probably was dearest to Mrs. Dixon’s 
 heart except her devotion to her husband. I refer 
 to her work in connection with the Woman’s Mis¬ 
 sionary Union auxiliary to the Southern Baptist 
 Convention. 
 
 We are thinking today of the great event that 
 has come into the life of this community. This 
 is a great day and will have great influence upon 
 the mission work in this important land. Fur¬ 
 thermore, it will be felt in all parts of the world. 
 But the event of this day is not the only big thing 
 which she had a part in making. In the early part 
 of her husband’s ministry she saw the need and 
 place of woman’s work in the life of the churches, 
 and so set herself to the task of creating interest 
 among the people and especially the women on 
 this timely work of the women. 
 
 Doctor Dixon was pastor of the Immanuel 
 
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Baptist Church, Baltimore, at that time. Here 
 the burden of the work which the women are 
 called to do fell heavily upon her heart, and under 
 the guiding of the Holy Spirit she laid her appeal 
 before her husband and persuaded him to present 
 the cause to the meeting of the Association. Doc¬ 
 tor Dixon made the appeal and received an offer¬ 
 ing which amounted to one hundred and fifty 
 dollars, one hundred of which came from one 
 member in his own church. In later years, after 
 the organization of the Woman’s Missionary 
 Union, the fund of $150 was set aside as a trust 
 fund, not to be drawn upon. So we can truly say 
 that Mrs. Dixon was the mother of the Woman’s 
 Missionary Union, speaking in human terms. 
 
 You may be interested to know how this or¬ 
 ganization has grown since its beginning in Balti¬ 
 more. I have the report of the woman’s work 
 for the past year which came into my hands a 
 few days ago. It shows a marvelous growth. 
 The various societies and young people’s auxil¬ 
 iaries now number 20,878, and the contributions 
 reported for the past thirty-four years from all 
 sources of the woman’s work total the sum of 
 $14,777,209.20. The past year alone shows that 
 over three million dollars were raised. The be¬ 
 ginning of such a large work in the kingdom was 
 no small effort. 
 
 Doctor Dixon was called to serve in other 
 
fields, and his devoted wife was happy to follow 
 the leading of the Lord in their places of service. 
 After years of pastoral work in the North and 
 the eight memorable years at the Metropolitan 
 Tabernacle in London, Mrs. Dixon was greatly 
 pleased at the opportunity afforded by their re¬ 
 turn to Baltimore, to do service for the women of 
 the South. It was her deep purpose in the trip 
 to China and the Far East with her husband to 
 study the woman’s work out here and the mission 
 problems, so that she might go back home pre¬ 
 pared to render helpful service to the organiza¬ 
 tion which was conceived and born in her own 
 heart years ago. This spirit to me is the mark 
 of a noble servant of Christ. She was always 
 young in spirit and service, and looking for¬ 
 ward to the great fields that are white unto 
 harvest. She was called up higher while in 
 the midst of service here below. What a happy 
 transition! 
 
 Please permit me to say a word further about 
 Mrs. Dixon. As the former speakers have said, 
 she was retiring in her work, and deeply devoted 
 to her husband in his ministry. The Lord di¬ 
 rected her life and gave her the faculty to see the 
 great power of two lives truly united and set on 
 the same tasks. Tier cowork with Doctor Dixon 
 made his efforts richer, and she found herself 
 anew in this noble devotion. 
 
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At the time Doctor Dixon was preparing to 
 leave London, he received many offers from lec¬ 
 ture bureaus, and chautauquas, and from other 
 sources which were very flattering from the view¬ 
 point of money, but Mrs. Dixon did not feel that 
 it was wise for her husband to yield to these mer¬ 
 cenary lurings. So she made it easier for her 
 husband to decide to remain in the pastoral ser¬ 
 vice. Her life was deeply consecrated to her 
 Lord. 
 
 The one great thing that seems to stand out 
 clearly in the life of this beloved saint is felt and 
 seen in her loyalty to the work of her worthy 
 husband. At the very last day in Killing her 
 fatal illness did not prevent her husband from 
 speaking a message for the Christ. Her prayer 
 first was not to hinder, and afterwards she prayed 
 to be a positive help in her visit to China. This 
 noble prayer was answered in her going to be 
 with Jesus in service, here in Killing, August 6, 
 1922. 
 
 The whole life of Mrs. Dixon seemed to point 
 to this day. Her simple and deep faith in Christ 
 Jesus as Saviour and Lord is refreshing and a 
 testimony to grip other hearts. Her last talk was 
 made from Paul’s letter to Titus, 3 : 4-8. In 
 these verses she found the whole of the gospel 
 message in simple form, and often used it as the 
 foundation for her talks to missionary societies. 
 
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I 
 
 This Scripture becomes real life and testimony 
 in the events of this day. 
 
 Doctor Dixon spoke this morning on the sub¬ 
 ject: “Why I Am a Christian, from the Anti¬ 
 christian View-point, or the Reasonableness of 
 Christianity.” It was a masterful sermon! Dur¬ 
 ing the preaching of this sermon this noble 
 woman passed to her reward with Christ. It 
 seems to me that this is the greatest living testi¬ 
 mony to the truth of the gospel that I have ever 
 felt or seen. Here in Ruling with so many mis¬ 
 sionaries and Chinese Christians, in the center of 
 China at a time when missionary methods and 
 plans are taking new form, when a nation is being 
 born—here, I say, we have witnessed the great¬ 
 est living testimony to the Christ that I have ever 
 seen. What is this testimony? It is simply this, 
 that Christ is what the Bible claims Him to be, 
 the Son of God who came to earth and died to 
 save men from sin. It is by the grace of God 
 that we are saved, and there is salvation in no 
 other name. 
 
 The setting of this day’s testimony to the truth 
 of the Bible, the authority of Jesus, and the work 
 of the Holy Spirit, is nothing less than the hand 
 of God writing living words to us who are here, 
 and to this whole nation. It is certainly not the 
 planning of man, or the coincidence of events. 
 Mrs. Dixon’s towering faith in the Bible as God’s 
 
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revelation to men, in Jesus Christ as the Father’s 
 only begotten Son, and in the Holy Spirit as the 
 Leader and Comforter, together with her hus¬ 
 band’s convincing words as to belief and trust 
 in Christ as Saviour and Lord, and the sealing 
 fact of her death in the midst of the sermon, all 
 work together as irrefutable and challenging wit¬ 
 ness to the salvation in Jesus Christ. What faith! 
 What peace and reconciliation! It is found only 
 in this spiritual conception of Jesus as Lord. 
 
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AJihrpaB 
 
 By Dr. a. C. DIXON 
 
 As I lay awake in the early morning, my mind 
 ran back into the past, and the impression came 
 to me that it might be fitting for me to tell you 
 something of her for whom you have been pray¬ 
 ing so sympathetically and earnestly. 
 
 Her maiden name was Mary Faison; of 
 h^rench Huguenot descent, an ancestry in which 
 she took great delight. She was born on a South¬ 
 ern plantation in North Carolina amid quiet, 
 rural, and cultured surroundings. Her father 
 was a godly deacon in a Baptist church, and 
 her mother a saintly woman, in perfect sympathy 
 with her husband in the Master’s work. Her 
 tutor in girlhood was Dr. William Hooper, one 
 of the most learned men in America, who lived 
 in the Faison home and cultivated in the children 
 a love for the best literature and placed before 
 them high ideals in life. 
 
 Mary Faison graduated from the Woman’s 
 College in Wilson, North Carolina, of which Dr. 
 
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DeBerniere Hooper, son of Dr. William Hooper, 
 was president, and then, after the Southern style, 
 took a course in a Baltimore college, the object 
 of which was to fit young ladies for entering 
 society. 
 
 But the ideals of worldly society had no attrac¬ 
 tion for her, and, after returning home, she soon 
 went to her pastor, when there was no special 
 revival in progress, and told him that she wished 
 to make public confession of Christ by being bap¬ 
 tized and uniting with the church. Some of her 
 worldly friends were surprised, if not shocked, by 
 this, but they knew that she was sincere and re¬ 
 spected her convictions. This event marked the 
 beginning of a life of consecration, beautiful in its 
 single purpose of whole-hearted devotion to 
 Christ and his cause. 
 
 In her early womanhood Mary Faison became 
 a semi-invalid through lifting a too heavy weight, 
 and severe bodily pain was her daily portion. 
 :\fter trying all physicians within reach and get¬ 
 ting no relief, she prayerfully decided to accept 
 the limitations of her condition and devote her¬ 
 self, as best she could, to teaching, beginning with 
 her two little brothers at home. From the day of 
 that decision she began to improve in health, and 
 in a short time was completely restored. With 
 this restored health she began with great enthu¬ 
 siasm to prepare herself for her life-work as a 
 
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teacher; and the first time I ever met her was 
 while she was on her way to a summer normal 
 training-school at Chapel Hill, North Carolina, 
 the seat of the State University, where I was at 
 the time pastor of the Village Baptist Church. 
 
 The day was hot, and a company of us were 
 on a stage-coach rattling over a rather rough 
 road. The question was raised among the pas¬ 
 sengers as to whether women ought to speak in 
 public, suggested by the fact that a noted woman 
 lecturer from New York was to be among the 
 teachers of the normal training-school. Among 
 the debaters of this question was a young woman, 
 whose quiet, yet vivacious manner and intelligent 
 reasons attracted my attention. She seemed to 
 have a mind of her own with the courage of her 
 convictions; and, when I looked into her face, 
 there was a beauty with a charm of personality 
 that fascinated me. As I cultivated her acquain¬ 
 tance during the weeks that followed, I found 
 that she was more conversant than I with the best 
 literature, and her ideals of life were deeply 
 spiritual. She loved Christ, the Bible, and the 
 church. 
 
 It did not take me long to decide that she was 
 just the one I needed for a wife, and, after her 
 return home, I went down to see her with a pro¬ 
 posal of marriage, which was promptly rejected, 
 because it seemed to interfere with her recent vow 
 
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of consecration to the work of teaching. How¬ 
 ever, I was encouraged by her permission to visit 
 her again some time, should I feel inclined to do 
 so; and, after several visits, I was one day made 
 very happy by her consent to become my wife. 
 
 I believe she did so because she became convinced 
 that she might serve the Lord Jesus Christ better 
 as the wife of a preacher whom she had learned 
 to love and trust, than as a teacher. 
 
 While on our bridal tour through the moun¬ 
 tains of North Carolina she said to me in a spirit 
 of happy banter, “ I expect to see you in Spur¬ 
 geon’s pulpit some day.” But when this pleasant 
 remark proved to be a prophecy, and the call had 
 come to the pastorate of the London Tabernacle, 
 she shrank from the heavy weight of responsi¬ 
 bility which it would impose upon both of us, and 
 was very loath to leave our comfortable home in 
 Chicago. But she said, Husband, I promised 
 God that I would never try to influence you as to 
 your fields of labor, and I am ready to go with 
 you anywhere in the world.” 
 
 She believed that, as pastor’s wife, she ought 
 not to be at the head of any organization in the 
 church, but belong to all and thus seek to help all. 
 The great wisdom of this became very apparent. 
 Her life motto was ‘‘ Always help and never 
 HINDER,” and I can bear testimony to the fact 
 that through these more than forty years in which 
 
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there were many testings she lived up to that 
 motto without a single exception. She always 
 helped and never hindered. If she ever had an 
 enemy, I never heard of it. The poor and the 
 rich, the old and the young, the servant and the 
 mistress were all her friends. She was modest 
 as the violet, and, when urged to make herself 
 prominent, she would laughingly reply, “ My 
 only ambition is to be the unknown wife of a 
 well-known husband,” declaring that her ideal 
 woman was described by Solomon in Proverbs 
 31 : 23, Her husband is known in the gates.” 
 Pure in thought and life as the falling snow, 
 vulgarity and coarseness could not live in her 
 presence. Her faith in Christ and the Bible was 
 so simple and stedfast that she could not under¬ 
 stand, and you could not explain to her, how any 
 one who claims to be a Christian could call in 
 question any fundamental of the Christian faith. 
 Her breath was prayer and praise. She was a 
 lover of learning and spent many of her spare 
 hours in the British Museum studying the relics 
 of antiquity and listening to lectures on archaeol¬ 
 ogy. She was a little encyclopedia on flowers, 
 specially the wildflowers of the woods and the 
 wayside. Her favorite poem was “ Milton's 
 Paradise Lost ” and “ Paradise Regained ”; a 
 quaint little copy of which she carried with her 
 on our honeymoon, which we read together and 
 
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agreed that the latter half was being fulfilled in 
 our lives. Her favorite religious author was 
 Andrew Murray, one of whose little volumes, 
 ‘‘ The Spirit of Christ,” she was carrying through 
 China. Years ago at Northfield she received 
 great blessing from his preaching. 
 
 Her favorite book of sermons was “ Our Best 
 Moods,” by Dr. David Gregg, a copy of which 
 she had well-nigh worn out by much reading and 
 lending. Her ideal American citizen was Theo¬ 
 dore Roosevelt, because he was in the habit of 
 doing things. 
 
 She was a lover of good people, in all our pas¬ 
 torates seeking the fellowship and comradeship 
 only of those with high spiritual ideals. She 
 reveled in the deep things of God and sought to 
 entice all she influenced to a higher level of spir¬ 
 itual experience, though she never professed for 
 herself any high experience. If she had a fault, 
 it was self-depreciation, and her husband was 
 such a part of her very being that any imperfec¬ 
 tion of his gave her no little pain, and her gentle, 
 loving, tactful criticisms were of more value to 
 him than all the instruction he received in college 
 and theological seminary. The highest ambi¬ 
 tion of his life today is to love her Ghrist as she 
 loved Him, believe her Bible as she believed it, 
 and be filled by the Holy Spirit whom she trusted 
 for guidance and power. 
 
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 At the last meeting of the Chinese Conference 
 a man stood to pray. Many had spoken their 
 thanks for the Conference, for the different mes¬ 
 sages that had been given, and many had spoken 
 of the “ meat ” they had had through the ministry 
 of Doctor Dixon. (Anything less than “ meat ” ' 
 the Chinese refer to as ‘‘bones,” lacking life.) 
 This man thanked the Father for “ the grace of 
 God which is upon Doctor Dixon. He has taken '• 
 his sorrow and has wrapped it up in Jesus. We 
 have seen the sorrow, but when we have seen the 
 sorrow we have had a sight of Jesus. It takes 
 grace to reveal Jesus. He has taken his sorrowi 
 and has given it into the hands of Jesus, and 
 when we have seen the sorrow we have seen the 
 power of Jesus to keep. It takes grace to reveal 
 the power of God. We have seen the face of 
 Jesus and the power of Jesus through the grace 
 of God upon this servant of His.” 
 
 .\ very successful pastor stood to say: “A 
 disciple should not have jealousy in his heart. I 
 have jealousy. 1 think it is a good kind of 
 
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jealousy. 1 am jealous of the power of message 
 through Doctor Dixon, but I have a bigger 
 jealousy in my heart. I am jealous of the peace 
 that he has shown when God has left him without 
 his wife in a strange land. If Doctor Dixon’s 
 messages are true and if the Bible is true, God 
 will heal my troubles as he has his, and I will 
 have peace because I have God.” 
 
 Another man said: “ When my wife died I 
 revealed no miracle of God through my message 
 or in my face. I found the Cross hard to preach. 
 X^ow I know why. All suffering seemed cruel of 
 God. N^ow I know it is the love of God.” 
 
 One of the women who spoke used a very 
 dear - to - the - Chinese - heart expression : “ Mrs. 
 Dixon has by her death and her burial in this 
 country of ours ‘ chiming ’ among our people. 
 She has written her name among our people as 
 a citizen in the heavenly kingdom. She is one 
 with the Chinese members of the Body of Christ. 
 We know she loves us because we can see that 
 he does. Who but one who loves would serve as 
 he does ? ” 
 
 A missionary was overheard to say: “ Why, it 
 seems as though we all knew Mrs. Dixon. I can t 
 believe we haven’t seen her. She and Doctor 
 Dixon belong to Killing, as though they had 
 always been here.” 
 
 From one and another the word has come of 
 
how marvelously (loci has honored the testimony 
 that has been given and the message that has been 
 lived before us here at Killing, in individual lives. 
 I have written these above, just to give you a bit 
 of what the Chinese friends would have loved to 
 say directly to you had it been possible. 
 
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iExtrarla from Idrttrra of 
 (EonJiolrnrr 
 
 It seems to us ehildren very l)eautifiil that 
 Mother rests in China among' the missionaries 
 she loved and helped all her life. I know of no 
 more appropriate spot for her last resting-place. 
 It seems to me one that she would have chosen 
 herself. And there will always be friends near 
 by. We must return there some day. It will 
 mean much to the grandchildren to think of 
 Grandma being with the missionaries. 
 
 She was always such an understanding person 
 and so easy to confide in. I loved her simplicity 
 and genuineness. I have never known any one 
 to embody these virtues more perfectly. 
 
 She was a Alother of the old school, and theie 
 is no better kind. 
 
 Hers was a magnificent life, unworldly in its 
 spiritual beauty, and death to her could only bring 
 peace with victory. 
 
 55 
 
In her death no less than in her life, Mrs. 
 Dixon has borne a lasting witness to the love of 
 God as it is in Christ Jesus; and this testimony 
 will bear fruit in the future life of the Christian 
 Church in China as our Chinese friends and we 
 come more fully to appreciate its true meaning. 
 
 No words that I can use can begin to express 
 our appreciation of the worth and work of your 
 sainted and now glorified wife. Wherever she 
 was, her presence was a benediction. 
 
 None knew her but to love her, 
 
 None named her but to praise. 
 
 She was such a dear child of God, and both my 
 wife and I have been greatly helped by her beau¬ 
 tiful character and sympathy. 
 
 She was a particularly lovable as well as strong 
 character. 
 
 She was so gracious, so wise, so unassumingly 
 godly and good. And now she is with Christ, 
 which is far better. 
 
 One of the most inspiring expressions for our 
 work out here that I ever heard was spoken by 
 your wife in a conversation at the Missionary 
 Home in Shanghai. 
 
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Mrs. Dixon was a remarkable woman. 1 had 
 a very deep and special kind of admiration for 
 her. She was sincerity itself. Her goodness was 
 so true, so honest, so direct that I always stood 
 almost in awe of her, as of any one incapable of 
 insincerity. Her probity would have been severe, 
 if she had not been so kind and sweet. Then she 
 had such extraordinary common sense. Her 
 judgment was intuitively correct, her counsel 
 always valuable. She could have sat for the por¬ 
 trait of Proverbs 31 : 10-31. She was the bal¬ 
 ance-wheel of the watch, the governor of the 
 engine. Sensible and sensitive, sweet yet strong, 
 spiritual yet practical, loving yet firm, retiring 
 and thoughtful, cherishing her own, yet unself¬ 
 ishly giving them to the service of others. She 
 was a rare, remarkable, loving woman. Her 
 memory remains a choice heritage. 
 
 I am sure there never lived a finer character 
 than she was, and the most outstanding feature in 
 her character was that she was just to every one, 
 whether she admired them or not. She was sorry 
 for those who had gone wrong, and did not criti¬ 
 cize them. 
 
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A from (Soil 
 
 Tribute by Mrs. W. R. NIMMO 
 
 Apprucichiiig a letter-box one inorning many 
 years ago in the eity of Baltimore I came face to 
 face with the wife of the new pastor of the then 
 Immanuel Baptist Church, Rev. A. C. Dixon, 
 hlie letters went into the box together, followed 
 by a laughing recognition and a short conversa¬ 
 tion. This was the beginning of a friend¬ 
 ship as true and tender as this earth ever 
 knew—a friendship that proved to be one of 
 the greatest blessings of my life. Circum¬ 
 stances often* separated us, but the heart-tie 
 held, and love for Mrs. Dixon became as natural 
 as breathing. 
 
 In the early days of the Woman’s Missionary 
 Union in Maryland, which Mrs. Dixon was so 
 largely instrumental in organizing, we wrought 
 together. Her deep interest in missions and her 
 love for missionaries were an inspiration in my 
 life and in the lives of many others. Anything I 
 have been able to do in carrying forward the 
 
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A SUNSET 
 
 From Kuling Mountain, China 
 
Great Commission I owe, under God, to her 
 influence. 
 
 In the many experiences which came into her 
 life her Christian courage never failed. These 
 experiences became as open doors through which 
 she passed into the sorrows of other lives and 
 comforted them by the comfort wherewith ‘ she 
 was ’ comforted of God.” Once on speaking to 
 her of prayer she said, “ My every breath is a 
 prayer.’ At another time when we were speak¬ 
 ing of the weariness of sleepless hours she said, 
 “ When I cannot sleep I use the time praying for 
 my family, friends, and the missionaries.” From 
 such intimacy with Christ came Mrs. Dixon ’s gift 
 of consolation in the sorrows of others. Mrs. 
 Dixon went home from among the missionaries 
 she loved so well, and it might be said of China 
 that 
 
 She made the grass greener even here . . . with her grave. 
 
 In the lives of those who knew Mrs. Dixon well 
 she has left the memory of a stedfast Christian 
 faith, of great personal charm, and of a cultured 
 mind. Added to these qualities was the saving 
 grace of a keen sense of humor and one of the 
 merriest laughs I ever heard. Her life was good 
 and strong and true and has fitted her for the full 
 enjoyment of the light of the knowledge of the 
 glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. 
 
Lord, grant me if thou wilt 
 To slip away 
 As slips the night 
 Into the dawning day. 
 
 So soft 
 
 That e’en the watchers, watching 
 Cannot say 
 Here ends the night 
 And here begins the day ; 
 
 But only know 
 The night’s thy night. 
 
 The day thy day. 
 
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