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elliptical in form, formerly used for the exhibition of gladiatorial com- grew up to manhood; he prospered in business; for awhile bats, fights of wild beasts, and other spectacles. There were subterranean the impression died away. But for awhile only. Adversity came, chambers where the wild beasts were cop fined and fed, which were let loose upon some of the first martyrs of Christianity, such as Ignatius and with it came again the sense of sin. He gave up everything, Could the dead rise up, whate a strange tale they woulů tell of this
unique and devoted himself to a pilgrim life. For several years he edifice ! Close to the Coliseum we observed the triumphal arches of wandered, and wandered, and wandered, over the greater part Constantine and Titus. On the latter there was a masonry work repre- of India, worshipping at shrine after shrine in his agonising senting the victory of Titus over the Jews, the Jewish captives, the golden candlestick, &c. A lew yards farther up we noticed the palace
search for peace. But no peace could he get. Then he joined of the Cæsars on the Palatine Hill, an immense mass of buildings now
the society called the Brahmo Somaj, which is composed of in ruins, as well as the site of the Roman Forum, once the centre of
Hindus discontented with idolatry but not accepting Christianity, political life.
and which inculcates a kind of inferior Unitarianism. It seemed The next day Mr. Long and myself took a drive. From the summit of to him to speak sensibly : “Do what is just and right, and all St. John's Hill we had a commanding view of the seven-hilled city. We
will be well." Yet no peace; for, to use his own words,
6. The noticed at a distance the Church of St. Paul's, standing prominently on the site where the Apostle is supposed to have suffered martyrdom. remembrance of past sin kept rushing on my mind ; something Ancient Rome looked like a vast pile of tumbled down buildings, inter- seemed to say-Without an atonement for past guilt, you perish. sper:ed with newly-built houses possessing architectural pretensions. We The new society told him of no atonement, and Hinduism did; also visited the De Propagandâ Fide, the college designed for the propagation of the Roman Catholic faith in heathendom.
so, saying, “The old is better," he again became a Hindu, and This is the last of the five days we have spent in Rome. We are not
resumed his pilgrim life. Years went by. He was now an old sorry for having paid this short visit to this ancient and renowned city.
He went back to Benares, the holy place he had often But I cannot refrain from expressing my conviction in regard to the visited before; he tried every sacred spot in that most sacred of religion prevalent in Rome. If a visit to Rome convinced the “ monk cities, and there are two thousand of them; and then one evening who shook the world” of the hollowness of the Romish system and the necessity of a reform, I may say that our sojourn of five days in Rome, have done?” he exclaimed; " yet there is no peace!”
he sat down in blank despair. “What more can I do than I and all that we saw and heard here during that time, convinced us inore than anything else of the superficial character of Popery. There was a
At that moment it seemed to him that an audible, voice time when " the faith" of Rome " was spoken of throughout the whole spoke to him thus : “ Not in ways like this will peace be world,” but now it is equally clear that her grand failure must be spoken found; return to your home.” of everywhere. Romanism has most emphatically lost the essence of religion, and seeks to adapt herself to the failings of fallen humanity.
Not long after, one of the missionaries of the Church MissionShe endeavours to satisfy the sentimental and sensational part, and not
ary Society observed, at a service in Trinity Church, Calcutta, the moral and spiritual part of man. She may hold “Ruin, Redemption, an aged stranger. “ His hair was snowy white; his countenance and Regeneration,” the three central truths of Christianity, but all these
was cager and intelligent; and his eyes sparkled with a sort of are so buried under a rubbish of superstition, saint-worship, sacramentalism, and sacerdotalism, that the sinner and the Saviour are completely missionary to his room, and, bursting into tears, exclaimed,
inquiring brightness.” Service over, the stranger followed the obscured. And yet it is very strange that many Christians and even Christian ministers are ready to shake hands with Rome. Many have Glory to God! this is what I have been longing to hear for already joined her ranks, and there are still a great many who are at the forty years.” It was the secker after peace ! On arriving in “ Appii Forum ” and the “Three Taverns," very near Rome. A few Calcutta he had visited a bed-ridden nephew, who had a Bible paces more will take them right into the “Church Catholic,” as they and read it to his uncle, and so had been induced to come to a designate it, where they will witness all the paraphernalia of the high ritual and ornate service and Mariolatry of Rome, but where, alas! their
Christian church. Receiving a Bengali Bible, he went away, and immortal spirits will remain as empty as ever.
for two months nothing was seen of him. Then he came back. W. T. SATTHIANADHAN. He had the Word of God at his fingers' ends. In answer to
questions, he “quoted text after text, as if he had been a Bible A FIFTY YEARS' SEARCH FOR PEACE.
student all his days."
Was he ready to confess Christ before men ? Would he be The Story of Jadu Bindu Ghose.
baptized ? “I know," he said, “ what it will involve. I am “Cast thy bread upon the waters ; for thou shalt find it after many days.” now respected by a large circle of friends; once baptized, I
Ecci. xi. 1. shall be abhorred and denounced by all-yea, my very children YING, in the Medical College Hospital at Calcutta, will forsake me-give me two days to reflect and pray." He there lay, two months ago, an aged Hindu. Doubt
Those two nights he slept not. On the third less he is dead now. His story is one of the most morning he took the Bible in his hand and cried, “0 God! remarkable in missionary annals. Let us tell it, I can stand it no longer; show me by some passage of Thy Word briefly.
what I must do." The book fell open, and his eyes lighted on More than half a century ago, an accomplished missionary of these words : “Whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all the London Missionary Society, one who could speak in the that he hath, he cannot be My disciplo” (Luke xiv. 33). That Bengali tongue as very few Europeans ever succeed in doing- very day he was admitted into the Church of Christ. Alphonse Lacrois-was preaching in the streets of Calcutta. He Then the storm fell. “Friends, servants, children forsook saw no fruit of that day's effort, nor indeed of many other days' him; Brahminical curses were poured on him; wherever he efforts.; and when, some twenty years ago, he lay on his death-bed, went, the finger of scorn was pointed against him." But he after thirty-five years' devoted labours, he could look back on very wavered not; he returned blessing for cursing; and in course of little visible result of his preaching. He had sown in tears, and time he won back to himself the respect and honour of all had not reaped in joy. But the reaping-time-for him and for who knew him. And all the while his peace and joy were many another patient sower—is yet to come. And the sheaf manifest. “O Sahib," he said to the missionary, " the love of just gathered into the heavenly garner from the hospital bed in Jesus has ravished my heart.” Calcutta sprang from the seed he faithfully scattered.
So far we have but told in different words a story told by the A young man of respectable family stood for a few moments in Rev. J. Vaughan (who himself had the happiness of baptizing the listening crowd that day fifty years ago. Then he went on the old man), in that deeply interesting book, The Trident, the
But he took something with him; he took a sense of Crescent, and the Cross, which we introduced to the readers of sin in his heart. For the first time he felt that sin was a terrible the GLEANER last year. But Mr. Vaughan does not there menthing, and should be escaped from at all costs. He had heard tion his name. Recent letters, however, from Krishnagur in nothing else ; but that one thought he could not shake off.
He Bengal refer to an “old patriarch " who had gone thither from
Calcutta to assist Mr. Vaughan in his very arduous work of re- a loving embrace. O for a few of his spirit to help us in our sore conflict viving spiritual life among the six thousand Native Christians of with ignorance, prejudice, and sin ! that district, who-mostly poor labouring people, the children of
If the “dear old patriarch " who so long sought for peace converts of former days—have for many years been a cause of and found it not has already passed into that Presence where great anxiety to the Society on account of the very feeble and there is fulness of joy, is there not another in the Father's house flickering light they bear amid the surrounding darkness. This whom we shall long to meet there face to face ? And have we old patriarch, Babu Jadu Bindu Ghose, has been described as not another most precious pledge that the promise cannot fail, wielding a most remarkable influence over his back-sliding and
" Your labour shall not be in vain in the Lord” ?
“ He is half-hearted countrymen ; and it occurred to us that perhaps faithful that promised.” “Hath He spoken ? and shall He not he was the very old man who had found peace after fifty years' make it good ?” search. We wrote to Mr. Vaughan and inquired, and here is [The two pictures on these pages may serve to illustrate the old man's his answer:
history. One shows us a group of devotees at the sacred city of Benares,
such as he was himself for a while; the other, one of the villages in BOLLOBPORE, January 22nd, 1879. Yes, you were quite right; the “dear old patriarch” is the same as is
Krishnagur, where he has been recently labouring.] mentioned in my book. His advent to this district has given the people a new and unwonted specimen of Christian devotedness. Every soul that has come across him feels that he presents a type of piety hitherto un
MR. MACKAY AT KAGEI. known to them. One of the fiercest and most implacable of the caste party exclaimed, " Throughout the whole of this district no man like that
R. MACKAY'S arrival at Kagei, at the southern end can be found.”
of the Victoria Nyanza, was mentioned in our Alas ! I fear this district will see him no more. A month ago he got
February number (p. 15). It will be remembered a thorn in his foot; mortification threatened ; I sent him to the Medical
that, though he belonged to the original party, he College Hospital, Calcutta. There he is now, I fear, sinking into the
had not been at the Lake before. When he was arms of death. A letter from him the other day, written by a friend; half-way there he was sent back to the coast invalided, and after that the Master is calling him home. Dear old man! Only lately at
that he was long occupied in making the road to Mpwapwa. On Kapasdanga we were conversing of the better land; as we spake of the arriving at Kagei, he found all the goods left there by Lieutenant beatific vision when we shall see Him who redeemed us face to face, his Smith and Mr. O'Neill, safe in charge of the chief. The followvoice faltered, his eyes filled with tears, and he said, “I really feel as if the joy of seeing Jesus face to face would be too much for me to bear!”
ing extracts from his private letters are very interesting : I ran over to see him in hospital a fortnight ago. He was dying
Kagei, Usukuma, Victoria Nyanza, July 9th, 1878. I stood gazing upon him ; at last he opened his eyes, uttered a shriek of In a huge hut lent us by Kaduma, the chief of the place, I found all delight, threw his thin arms round my neck and drew mo towards him in that was left of the valuable property of the expedition, except such articles as have been already taken to Uganda. Piled in heaps seized with a violent attack of remittent fever, followed by many days' promiscuously lay boiler-shells and books, cowrie-shells and candle- chronic diarrhoea, my old enemy. Unfortunately, I had no opiates to moulds, papers and piston-rods, steam-pipes and stationery, printers' affect a cure, and my hope of getting away from here seemed entirely shut types and tent-poles, carbolic acid, cartridges and chloroform, saws and off, as sickness reduced me to the strength of an infant. At length I garden-seeds, travelling-trunks and toys, tins of bacon and bags of resorted to a Native cure—a solution of tamarinds—which, by God's clothes, pumps and ploughs, portable forges and boiler-fittings—here a Blessing, set me on my legs again, and I recommenced work. cylinder, there its sole plate-here a crank-shaft, there an eccentric. We launched the Daisy, but she proved as leaky as a sieve, in spite of Despair might well be found written on my features as I sat down, after all my patching; while daily gales and thunderstorms, following the my iwo years' march, to rest and look round on the confusion.
solstice, rendered venturing to sea for tbe time out of the question. I Ten days' hard work from dawn to dusk made me give a look round therefore uncoupled the aft section, which was most faulty, anchored the the same hut of much greater satisfaction than when I first gazed on the other well out in deep water, and got my friendly Natives to carry the scene. The rain-guage is no more full of rats' leavings, nor does a compartment up into the village, where, under the shade of a beautiful boiler-shell contain books. The engines for our steamer stand complete large fig-tree, I have subjected the vessel to a thorough repair, putting in to the last screw, the boiler is ready to be riveted, tools and types have new planks, and otherwise overhauling the whole. But no wood was to be separate boxes, and rust and dust are thrown out of doors. It seems to found, there being not a tree in the whole vicinity, except a few fig and me more than a miracle how much remains entire of the really admirable banana trees in the village. I got, however, a few logs belonging to outfit which the able directors of the C.M.S. supplied us with when we the dhow which, unfortunately, was wrecked last year near this on her left England. It reflects the very highest credit on Lieut. Smith, and maiden trip from Ukerewe, but these had to be sawn into boards--a po those who travelled with him, that, amid the most trying difficulties of trilling task. I fitted up a pit saw, and set to work, but the heavy end every step of so long a journey, they were successful in bringing here so of the operation had to fall on myself, and I had little strength for it, as many articles of value. When it is remembered that every article had to my men had no idea of straight either with head or hands. One learns be cut and broken up into parts at the coast, so that nothing should to make the most of a board when purchased at the expense of one's own exceed a man's load, or seventy pounds—and now I find almost everything muscles. That is now over, and many a copper nail driven in and well complete, even to its smallest belonging, after a tedious transport of over riveted, and I hope to connect the part under repair with the rest, and 700 miles--we may so far consider the expedition a success, and the to put to sea in about a week. blessing on our efforts to this point an earnest of the much more we hope to follow. The Daisy, which was brought in segments from the coast, but which
A MAN THAT KILLED HIS ENEMY. arrived much shattered, was rebuilt by Mr. O'Neill, and has already been of great service on the Lake. But her days are almost done. I find
[Miss C. M. Tucker (A. L. O. E.) sends us this interesting communiher in sad condition-not a plank sound. What the teeth of the cation from Batala, a new station in the Punjab. The Rev. F. I. Baring, hippopotamus spared in the survey of Jordan's Nullah, the rays of the son of the Bishop of Durham, is the missionary there.] sun have split, and the parts sheltered from them have fallen a prey to another formidable foe---white ants, as the vessel lay on the beach at
HE lady missionary in the Punjab not unfrequently Kagei. Day after day I bave been patching the planks, and caulking
meets in zenanas the husband or brother of the the leaks, sprawling on the ground below the vessel, with hammer and
bibi (lady) whom she visits. In such cases the man chisel in hand, and crowds of naked Natives eagerly gazing at the white
generally takes up the conversation while the bibi man mending his big canoe. Plates of copper and sheets of zinc and lead,
sits mute; and the lady may have to maintain a with nails and cotton wool-these, with oil, will, I hope, enable me to make a safe passage to Uganda, and still leave us in command of this
difficult discussion on religion with some turbaned bigot. mighty inland sea till we can build a stronger boat, with steam power.
In a zenana which I visited two days ago there were three The people of Kagei are Wasukuma, the largest branch of the great men; one of them, the bibi's brother, came and sat near me, race of Wanyamwezi, and their language but a dialect of that spoken by and I saw that it was with him rather than with her that I should the people all around Unyanyembe. I like the people here much. They have to converse. If I had had any fear of meeting an opponent are all friends with me, and I am friends with all. When they see the turning-lathe at work, or find me melting down the fat of an ox and
in this man such fear was quickly dispelled. I forget exactly turning out beautiful candles, their wonder knows no bounds. Of an how the ice was broken between us, but I think that I first found incongruous mass of bars of iron and brass and bolts they could not guess out that Chandu was no bigot by his remarking, with evident approthe use of, they have seen me fit together one and another complete bation, that the Christian religion inculcates speaking the truth. steam-engine, and various other things which looked so marvellous, that again and again I have heard the remark that white men came from
I was soon made aware that he knew, and honoured for his piety, heaven. Then I teach this and that more intelligent fellow the use of
our Christian maulvie Q. N. various things, and try to impress upon all a truth I find them very No enemy, but an ally, did I find in Chandu. As, with my slow to believe—that they themselves can easily learn to know everything imperfect command of language, I told the story of Redemption, that white men know. I tell them that we were once naked savages like Chandu, turning towards his sister, explained to her in Punjabi themselves, and carried bows and arrows and spears; but, when God began to teach us, we became civilised.
what I had said in Urdu, not as a mero interpreter, but as one Round comes Sunday, when tools are dropped, and the reason asked
both understanding and believing the wonders of grace. Whilst "why?" I open my Bible, and tell them it is God's Book, and that He the woman and her husband and father listened in silence, Chandu commanded the day of rest. Many know a little of Suaheli
, which is, in with animation explained how Christ had died as our Substitute, fact, closely allied to their own language; and in that tongue I find and His blood was so precious that it sufficed to redeem the many an opportunity to teach the simplest truths of revealed religion, world. I afterwards read aloud part of the Sermon on the Mount, especially how God has come down among men. This “great mystery of godliness" is the astounding story to them; and many I find eager to
and the hearty exclamation, “ W'ah !” burst from Chandu's learn to read, that they may know the Book which I say God Himself lips when he heard of peacemakers being called the children wrote for men. With the children I am on the best of terms. At all times I find my- feel that he realised the blessing of such adoption. I asked
of God, and the joyful expression of his manly face made me self surrounded by a host of little boys, eager to help me in anything. More than ever I am longing for the day when the necessary rough
Chandu if he would like me to visit his zenana, and he gladly work of pioneering will be done, and I can settle down to spend every accepted my offer to do so. I left that house with my spirit day in teaching the little ones.
refreshed; there I had unexpectedly found grain that seemed I cannot think the day far distant when I shall see my daily school ripening for the sickle, though some time may elapse ere we for these children, and watch them grow in wisdom and understanding, gather it with our sheaves. and in the fear of God. Such a class I dream I see-a nucleus of a training college, which shall furnish manifold seeds of life in place of the
After reaching home I made inquiries of a pious Babu as to units which we white men must ever be in Africa. Of these will some whether he knew anything of Chandu. He informed me that be trained for the work of the ministry, and the day arrive when a Msukuma will be Bishop of Unyamwezi, and a Mganda Primate of all bitterly opposed maulvie Q. N., had stirred up the people against
the man's antecedents had been very unsatisfactory, for he had Nyanza.
Kagei, August 4th, 1878.
him, and helped to deprive the convert of property inherited Last full moon I hoped to have ventured on my first voyage across the
from his father; and it was of that very maulvie I had heard pathless Nyanza, but God ordained otherwise ; for just then I was him speak with such respect. I feel little discouraged now by hearing of Mohammedans being bitter enemies to Christianity. dress. At half-past six the church bells begin to ring (they are really two I have, thank God, seen those who had been possessed with large brass gongs, but with very pleasant bell-like sound), and their
sound floats from the church hill over the compound and to the villages that fierce spirit sitting, clothed with His righteousness and in
here and there among the trees. their right mind, at the feet of Jesus. I begin to think that the
At seven o'clock I have the Holy Communion in Hindi; only a small strongest opponent becomes the firmest friend.
congregration, for it is intended not for the Santåls but for the HindiAs I went to pay my first visit to Chandu's zenana I met speaking teachers we have in the schools, and the few Christian servants Q. N. on the road. I stopped and spoke a few words to him
we have of Hindu descent. I enjoy the service, for Hindi is so easy to about Chandu.
speak, at least to me, to whom it was the daily language of my life for so
many years. I give a longer address than I used to do at the early “ He is a good man,” said the maulvie ; “but,” he added, Communion at Horton, but then I have no reason to shorten it, for there with his gentle smile," he gave me much trouble.”
is no Sunday-school to follow immediately after. I say very plain things " How your honour kills your enemies ! ” I exclaimed, remem- to my congregation : I know pretty well their faults and their sins, and I bering the well-known story of the man who killed his neighbours. things that will apply to myself as well as to them. O that one could
make some of them feel and even look very uncomfortable : yet I say The mild, courteous Christian is evidently drawing towards the always live as one preaches ! One can only set up one model for people to Cross one who once reviled him and sought to injure him. My follow, but how distressingly conscious one feels of not having reached it coming was expected in Chandu's home. Not only he, but his oneself; one can only preach Christ, but O how infinitely far below Him aged mother, his three brothers and their wives, his son, and his
are we, even when nearest to Him !
Down the hill in the bright sunlight at nearly nine o'clock to have a young daughters-in-law, closely veiled, all were present.
cup of tea, and then at half-past nine o'clock Lack again to church for Again I had the opportunity of reading aloud the Word of the Santali service. One of my young men who is preparing for orders God; again Chandu explained and enforced what I said. His reads the prayers for me, for the church is a large one and a very difficult heart seemed to be full of gratitude. “ Before missionaries one to speak to, and I have not the strength that I had in England. came there were no books," he said ; “no one to tell us of God's
Would you wonder at my strength being less, if you saw that during love.” I read the Saviour's words, “ Pray ye the Lord of the
service my clothes were completely wet through with perspiration, and
that my surplice is streaked with perspiration, although I have no harvest that He will send forth more labourers into the harvest," coat or waistcoat or cassock on underneath the surplice, and though I and could not forbear adding to the man who in the midst of his am sitting still? I preach-not a long sermon, for I find that though the family had been speaking Gospel truth, “ Pray to God to make people listen well for about twenty-five minutes, beyond that time their you one of the labourers."
attention begins to flag. Poor agricultural people, such as these Santâls,
are not accustomed to sit still and think, and if they sit very long they go The encouragements of the day were not ended. In our
to sleep. Yet they are very attentive. Bible-woman's house I met a youthful Brahmin, who, as he After the sermon is the offertory-not a collection, but a real offertory; hopes, intends to exchange his false religion for the true one, in the people bring up their gifts to the Lord's table: and I must say I company with his young wife. The Brahmin told me that every
like it much better than our cold English way of collecting the money. night he and his bibi pray together. Next Sunday we expect few months, and are three or four times as much as they frequently used
These offertories, I am glad to say, have been steadily increasing the last another couple, an educated Mohammedan and his wife, to to be. Then every other week follows the Holy Communion with about receive baptism in the room which is our chapel. I wish that 100 communicants. After service I stand for a moment outside the the fair white frontlet, which is the gift of Lady Ida Low and her
church to have a look at the beautiful view that there is in every friends, and the communion table-cover which has been sent by direction; and I generally have a few kind words with some of the people,
especially those who come from the rather distant villages. the family of the Bishop of Durhain, might arrive in time; but
As soon as I get home I generally have a number of people come for the war has unhinged traffic, and we know not when they will medicine, and then at last I really get something like a breakfast. At reach us.
We shall probably see the baptismal water in the half-past two we have Santali service again, and I read prayers, and one simple white basin, which has served on so many joyful occasions of my young men preaches ; our afternoon service is rather irregular, and
consists of Litany, and a good many hymns, sometimes a hynn even in that a special interest attaches to it.
the middle of the Litany, which I think a capital thing, if the hymn is a Two years ago, save the catechist's family, only one man, a suitable one. Then I go up by train about half-past four to Sahibgunj, converted Brahmin, represented the Native congregation of about seventeen miles away, or I ride over to Rajmahal about eight Batala. Now, God be praised, it has so grown and increased
miles off, and have English service with the few English residents in one that we are looking out for the site of a church, to be built when
or other of the places; and if Sahibgunj is the place, I have to stay the funds permit, and are in for 66 God's acre.
night; if Rajmahal
, I ride back again in the dark, thinking of Horton
and home, and Horton Sundays, and home faces, until I forget where I Christianity has been gaining ground, and may it continue to am, and I am roused up by my horse stumbling or taking fright at advance till in Batala—our once bigoted Batala—by God's something in the dark; and then I wake up for a moment, but only in a grace, we slay the last of our enemies, by welcoming them as
few minutes again to wander back to you all, and pray that God may our friends!
A. L. 0. E.
bless the day to you, and give you His presence, even as He does to your unworthy Pastor.
LETTERS TO MY PARISH FROM SANTALIA.
BY THE REV. W. T. STORRS.
IV.-A Sunday's Work.
TALJHANI, July 8th, 1878.
not that the work of every Sunday is alike-for they con-
quiet—the bell has not rung, as it usually does at five o'clock, to call the training and boarding school boys and girls to begin work, the boys by digging, and the girls sweeping and drawing water; but all is very quiet. I turn out of bed, and in the quiet of the morning go into the verandah, Bible in band, to walk up and down and read. Other mornings the compound would have been all astir, this morning every one seems to sleep a little longer; and the only person whom I see is a woman passing to draw water from a well. I have a delightful quiet half-hour reading, and then I turn into my quiet room, to be alone with God and to
IIAT Mr. Storrs says above about the offertory may be further 3 illustrated by the following extract from a private letter from
one of our younger missionaries :" January 1st, 1878.-A great day with the Santâl Christians. We met for Divine service, and at the offertory sentences the people, according to custom, crowded up, young and old, to the communionrails, and there laid down their thank-offerings to Jehovah for the fruits of the harvest (just ended). It was a most affecting sight to me, and even while I write the tears will come into my eyes. Old men and women, young lads and girls, and little infants all pressed forward, bearing some gift. Bushels and bushels of rice were poured out, seeds of various kinds; here a gourd, there a pumpkin; next, a babe in arms with a handful of pice (one pice about a farthing). Some almost tottered under their load of rice. One poor man brought a jar of milk; and, most touching of all, a little boy of six or seven brought his little live kid and tied it to the chancel rails. The plate was piled up with pice till it would hold no more, and another had to be got to finish the collection. Such are the Santåls! Not, indeed, perfect-very far from it; but with much that is good and noble-much that wins love and admiration."