A Letter from Switzerland.
By Daniel T. Bourdeau
SINCE our Conference at Basel, my efforts have been divided between Geneva and Lausanne, a city of 35,000 inhabitants, beautifully situated on Lake Geneva, which vies with Geneva so far as attractiveness and literary and scientific attainments are concerned. I have given twenty-six discourses at our hall in Geneva, and have spoken fourteen times at my house and at another point, besides doing the ordinary amount of visiting. Four persons are obeying the truth as the result, one of whom may help as a colporter. The work has moved slowly here because of various kinds of lectures, and a general revival effort of a superficial character, either after the regular order of things at this season of the year, or to head us off. But we are not discouraged. In due time we shall reap a glorious harvest if we faint not. We have patiently sown the seed with a sense of God's approbation, knowing God has a people here who will cut loose from influences that bind them; some in the ordinary way, and others through troubles hastening on apace—God's rod and crucible to break and melt away obstacles that are slow to yield. My brother has lately joined me in the work here. His labors are appreciated. I have just returned from Lausanne, where I spoke twice in our hall to a large and attentive audience. The first night some thought we were Salvationists, and threatened to break up our next meeting. I went to the préfet, the first officer of the city, and got him to send us two policemen, and all passed off quietly. The canton of Vaud, of which Lausanne is the capital, has taken the lead in opposing all that does not go through the groove of the National church; but we shall try to pursue a course that will secure the respect and protection of the authorities. Pray for us.
D. T. BOURDEAU.