216 West Regent Street, Glasgow, Feb. 26th, 1924.—My dear Friend,—Captain Campbell’s daughter told me this afternoon of your serious illness, for which I am sorry. I heard a report of it last Friday; so I called on her today to make myself sure. I do pray and hope that the Lord, of His infinite mercy, will speedily restore you to your former health and usefulness in His vineyard. The longer I live the more I am convinced that the Lord gives His own cup to drink to each one of His sons (the same is true
of His daughters) and that every drop in that cup is placed there by His own blessed hand. Should we not be of the same mind that was in His Well-beloved Son when He said: “The cup my Father hath given me to drink, shall I not drink it?” May the Lord fill your soul with joy in believing, and may He enable you to glorify God in your fiery trials in that Isle of the Sea. I trust your wife and children are well, and that you will very soon be quite better, and praising the Physician of Gilead and His value to the sinners of Skye. With warm regards to you and all yours. I remain, dear Friend, Your humble friend, Neil Cameron.