" If he
"did not know when he was beaten," neither did he seem to know
when he was successful; and like Alexander the Great he was
always sighing for new worlds to conquer, yes, and marching off
and conquering them too.
But every time he returned to his work at Tamsui from one of
these tours, it was borne in upon him more forcibly every day
that his faithful assistant who was left in charge, could not
long shoulder his work. Mr. Jamieson was fighting a losing battle
with ill health. The terrible experiences during the war year,
the hard work, and the trying Formosan climate had all combined
against him. His brave spirit could not always sustain the body
that was growing gradually weaker, and one day, a dark, sad day,
the devoted soul was set free from the poor pain-racked body. He
had given eight years of hard, faithful work to the study of the
language and to the service of the Master in the mission. Mrs.
Jamieson returned to Canada, and once more Dr. Mackay faced the
work, unaided except by native preachers. But he was not daunted
even by this bereavement, for he always lived in the perfect
faith that God was on his side.
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