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sought the shade of the friendly hut. We were all completely done up,

PERSIA MISSION—THE FIRST FUNERAL. but a wash—the first for several days—revived us somewhat, and we then tried for sleep, which, however, I could not get, for the temperature

ERSIA has not been mentioned for a long time in the GLEANER. was 1141', and the large flies and mosquitoes, our old friends, had made Mr. and Mrs. Bruce, and their Armenian helper from Bombay, their re-appearance. The poor camels were quite done up, as were the

Carapit Johannes, are faithfully and earnestly labouring at Julfa, men, and though we gave them a sheep they were too tired to cook it. July 8.-How thankful for a good night's sleep I was, and I awoke

the quarter of Ispahan inhabited by the Oriental Christians. The conlike a new man; all was excitement to get ready for our entry into gregation consists now of 170 of these, who have joined the purer worship Berber. The best clothes we could muster were looked up, and our

of our Reformed Church. Meanwhile Mr. Bruce takes as many opporcamels loaded as neatly as possible. The last cup of coffee in the desert tunities as possible to set the Gospel before the Mohammedans; and he was consumed, and we left Moheber at six a.m. For two hours we rode, is actively engaged in revising the Persian Bible. Here is an interesting nothing to be seen; can we really be so close to our journey's end? What gleaning from his Report for last year :do I see ? the tower of a mosque ? yes, just above the horizon the tower appeared. We urged our camels on," he, ho, hiss,” and soon Berber We have had one death of a baby in our congregation, but even con. came in sight. O how delightful to see the mud houses and palm trees ! nected with that we had a cause for special gratitude. Our people lived

Soon after, a kavass from the Mudir met us, conveying his welcome, in fear of the first Protestant funeral, as our Tobiahs and Sanballats held and he was to show us the way to our house. Berber looks like a it up as a threat to our little flock that they would not allow a Protestant string of mud houses, extending for about two miles, with here and to be buried peaceably. On August 27th I headed the first native Prothere most beautiful clusters of palm trees. Another quarter of an hour, testant funeral procession through the streets of Julfa without a word and we entered the town-narrow ways—you cannot call them streets, being spoken against us. We selected a large corner of the Armenian and we were soon in the courtyard of the house appointed for us. It is consecrated graveyard, separated by a public road from the graves of the the largest house in Berber, once the residence of the French consul. Armenians and Roman Catholics, for the Protestant “God's acre." I

The distance travelled is, as near as we can make out, 330 or 350 miles, gave notice to the leading Armenians that we purposed appropriating it, as the route is so winding. The camels go about two and three-quarters if they made no objection; and none was made. Never had a poor man's or three miles an hour. No European should ever attempt this journey in baby a larger funeral. The Mission-chapel was filled. I preached on the middle of summer. In the cooler parts of the year it must be a most “Be ye ready also,” and many who had never heard the Gospel before delightful ride, but in these months almost unbearable. Surely God has had full salvation by the blood of Jesus set before them. And the object been good to us, and to Him be all the glory. We have been in perils of my service—not to pray for the dead, but to give thanks for those who enough, but His Arms have been round us, and no harm has come to us. fell asleep in Jesus, and pray for the living-was explained.

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LETTERS TO MY PARISH FROM SANTALIA. every day up rocky hills—a man who enjoys a good walk-and, above

all, a man with a heart full of love. BY THE REV. W. T. STORRS.

I go to three villages of these Paharis, where there are a few Christians

in each, and have a little prayer and reading with them, and the poor V.-Into the Wilderness after Lost Sheep.

creatures seem so delighted to see me. It is a tremendous pull up the TALJHARI, August 6th, 1878. hill, and a long walk along the top, but the view down on to the great T becomes increasingly difficult to write to you, for my work plain of the Ganges from the top is grand, and the vegetation I pass

is so very quiet during the rainy season that I seem to have through is lovely; and were it not so terribly hot and steamy, I should very little to say. However, to-day I think I will tell you quite enjoy it. The last time I was up I got wet through two or about a little expedition which I have to make two or three three times, and my shoes (which were not half strong enough) were times a month to look after some scattered sheep in the torn to pieces with the rough stones, but I came down with a light heart, wilderness.

blessing God for His goodness, but with a heavy weight just in one I have prayers here as usual in the morning, and about half-past eight corner of it, at the thought of the neglect these people have endured at a goods train stops near this for a minute, and I get into the guard's van,

our hands.

W. T. STORRS. with a little man I take with me to get my breakfast ready, and about nine miles north of this, at the first station we meet (for the stations hereabouts are fourteen and sixteen miles apart), we get out. I should prefer A MEMORABLE SPOT IN NEW ZEALAND. riding on my horse, but the country the whole way is nothing else but mud and water-such deep mud that my horse could not possibly get

T was on December 22nd, 1814, that the first three missionary through it, so I am glad to take the train. Then I have to walk back,

settlers, sent out by the Church Missionary Society, landed down the line, about a mile and a half; and, after leaving the line and

in New Zealand, accompanied by Samuel Marsden, at whose scrambling through some marshy ground, I come to a village on a little eminence.

earnest request the Mission had been undertaken ; and Here I stop for an hour or two; there are about seven or eight houses

three days after, Mr. Marsden himself preached the first of Christians here. I think it is as unsatisfactory a village as I have.

Christian sermon to the Maoris, from the words, “Behold, I bring you The head-man is a Christian, and I once hoped great things of him, but good tidings of great joy” (Luke ii. 10). The landing took place in the he is a great trouble to me now. He used to be very upright and straight- Bay of Islands, at the village of Rangihua, afterwards called Tepuna. forward ; now he has become a regular “blarney," saying things merely The following interesting letter from Mrs. Marsden Clarke, a daughter to please, and pretending to be religious, when he means nothing. He is rather a clever man, and for a Santål particularly fine-looking; I have

of Bishop Stuart, of Waiapu, describes the place as it appeared in December only lately found out the cause of his declension, which is that he has last, just sixty-four years after :taken to the use of an intoxicating drug; and this is eating the life out both of his body and soul. I am sure he is very miserable, he looks so

We were all on board about ten o'clock and sailing down towards the different from his own bright self, as I knew him ten years ago; but he

sea ; it was agreed that it would be very nice to go to see Tepuna, the first pleads that he had some disease about two or three years ago for which he

spot of New Zealand where the missionaries landed, and on whose beach

the first Christian sermon was ever preached by good old Mr. Marsden. began to take this drug, and now he cannot give it up. But besides this It was here that the first three missionaries came, and where they lived, there does not seem to be one family in the whole village that is really in and worked, and where they and several of their children are buried. earnest in living for God; they are all quite lukewarm; their little chapel is all out of repair; they are very irregular at service, and they have none

Hall, Kendall, and King were their names, and the different families of

Kings in this district are the children and grandchildren of the latter. It of the pleasant happy look that one sees in most of the Christian villages. When I come they all gather for service, but that does not please me, for

is a wild, desolate place; the remains of some of the houses are to be seen, I know when the catechist comes many of them are absent. God is

but neither Maori nor European live there now. Across a great grand sending great trouble among them in the way of sickness just now,

bay to a white strip of beach, with high green hills and scraps of cleared and

land, and we were at Tepuna. I hope that it may work for good. First of all I go from house to house, paying a short visit to each one with a few words of talk or prayer. Then justly so ; and one could not help feeling a certain awe and reverence

The place is held tapu (sacred) by every Maori in the north, and I have breakfast with my Horton canteen, which not only supplies from when we climbed a little wooded hill and came to the small enclosed place its contents my plates, cup, &c., but itself serves as a table for me, as I sit astride a native bed. After breakfast the bell rings, and all the people

where sleep so many of the best and noblest of men. Not a single monucome for a short service; and I daresay you can imagine that I do not

ment or stone to mark it, or to proclaim their virtues, but it was touching

to see how the love of home in them all had gathered there some of the say nothing but smooth things to them; yet I do try to say what I have choicest of English flowers and shrubs. A fine yew tree (probably the to say in love, and were it not for the depressing effect of the head-man's life upon the people, I think some good would be done. Well, perhaps I

only one in New Zealand), some tall cypress, jessamine, and an exquisite

white moss rose I saw. We all stood round with reverence-for what to ought not to write in this faithless way; I may have some good to tell you about Mehudi (for that is the name of the village) when I

the sons and daughters of missionaries could be more sacred ?-and Arch

deacon Clarke pointed out to us which was which of the graves of the come home. Then I take as my companion, part of the way, the son of the head-man of

good old people. the village, who will one day himself be head-man, and who seems a really

It seems impossible for people to realise how truly they were heroes. good young man; and I start up the hills behind the village to visit some

At that time, just sixty-four years ago, it was a wild cannibal country; Christians right upon the very top of the hills. The people I have been

these very hills then swarmed with hundreds of heathenish natives, and with are Santâls, but those I am going to see are Paharis, quite a different

as we stood on the shore and looked out to sea, it came over one what it race, different in language, dress, aspect, habits and worship. In some

must have been for those men being landed here in boats off the ship,

seeing their friend Marsden return thither, watching the vessel set her respects they are a less pleasing race than the Santâls, as they are much more shy and much less honest; but they are a clever race, and can learn

sails and slowly disappear, leaving them, as it were, helpless amongst more quickly than the Santáls. They have been terribly neglected.

savages. They had no knowledge of the language or the people, it had Numbers of them, at one time or another, have been baptized and then

all to be found out; no means of self-defence, and if they had, what could left almost entirely to themselves, and so have lapsed again into semi

three men do? Cannibalism was rife in these parts, and we are told in heathenism. One thing that I am most anxious to do before I come

grave earnest by Mr. King that they knew their only chance for many home is to secure some one who will give his whole time to these Paharis.

years was to keep themselves as thin as possible. I only wished we had I am sure something might be done among them if some missionary

had one of the Kings in our party; old William King, our Waimate would give himself entirely to work and go about from village to vil

church warden, the last and youngest son, would have been the one ; he lage in these hills. Really I can say most truly my heart is deeply

could have told us of the old times as an eye-witness. grieved for these people; they have received so little justice at the hands

It is such a lovely spot, with its beautiful familiar shrubs and its quiet of us missionaries. We have known what a weak people they are

graves, and the whole far reaching bay spread out below, studded with morally—we have known what tremendous temptations they are exposed

countless beautiful islands, and nowhere a sign of humanity but ourselves

and our boat; it seemed like another world, and I began to wonder vaguely to-and yet, when we have baptized those who apparently with thorough earnestness and sincerity turned to the Lord, we have left them almost

if people would ever penetrate these fair regions with their modern ideas alone with their heathen neighbours. I have been up frequently among

and their civilisation, or if it would bloom on in solitary beauty till tha them lately, even in the rains, when most Europeans look on these hills

Resurrection Day, when the bodies of these noble servants of God would as inaccessible, and my whole heart has been stirred by the way in which

rise from their lonely graves and see it all just as it was ! The last buried the poor scattered Christians have received me, I am sure there is a work

there was good old James King, of Springback. He died last year. to be done among them if I can only get a man to do it. I wish Horton

was telling me about the funeral; they came in two boats, a sad would send me out a man-a man who is not afraid of a tedious climb

and silent band, and then they laid him there beside his father, mother, wife, and child, and others of his relatives.



together*) as doors, and here we laid ourselves down to rest at about a quarter to two o'clock, very tired and very

cold. BY THE Rev. C. P. C. NUGENT,

Next morning we find that the head-man has supplemented his [Our readers will like to have, for once, a young missionary's first civility of last night by sending us more eggs than we can eat for impressions of his field of labour, and an account of his first attempts

our little breakfast." In discussing these we are interrupted by at preaching in a strange tongue. Mr. Nugent went to India in the autumn of 1878 to join the Rev. G. M. Gordon in the Jhelum Itinerant

his son, who is followed by bearers carrying in a sumptuous breakMission. The Jhelum is one of the five rivers of the Punjab, and

fast- a huge pile of cakes (awful things steeped in ghee), some there is on its banks a town of the same name. Pind Dadan Khan is a splendidly curried meat, and a Punjabi pudding, formed of a kind town lower down the river, at the foot of the Salt Range of mountains. of flour called sooyie (pronounce “g” like "j"), sweetened. All these will be found in the map of the Punjab in the GLEANER of February, 1878; and in the July number appeared two sketches of Pind

Their kindness was somewhat overwhelming, for I had to eat and the mountains, by Mrs. Nugent, and an account of them by Mr. nearly an entire enormous chipate (a native cake), which, as it was Gordon.]

largely composed of not the freshest ghee, was decidedly too rich Pind DADAN KHAN, November 28th, 1878. for my taste. There is a very good Moulvie living in this AM beginning this on the anniversary of our landing village who has met with much persecution on account of his in Calcutta, and although I have comparatively reforming ideas. He is very well affected towards Christianity; little to say about work done by me in the mission God grant he may become something more some day. He always field, yet this at least I can say, that “goodness comes into Pind to see Mr. Gordon when he is there. They all

and mercy” have followed us from the first. brought us on our way out of the village, and after many salaams On February 2nd, I set out on my first tour with my dear and expressions of goodwill we parted. Gordon had not lost an chief, Mr. Gordon. Mr. Shirreff and one of the students from opportunity of repaying their hospitality by offering them the the Lahore College were to join us a day or two later at Jhelum. Bread of Life. We left Lahore, at 7.45 A.M., reaching Jhelum about 3 P.M., I was much pleased with my first impressions of Pind Dadan where we were met and welcomed by Captain J. B. Hutchinson, Khan ; it is a most picturesque-looking town, and with the Salt the Judicial Assistant Commissioner, and the tried friend of range on one side, and the river Jhelum on the other, the view our Mission at Pind Dadan Khan,

from the housetop is very fine. Two days after, at about 11 P.M., we found ourselves in an old We did not remain long in Pind, but at once set off for boat-house by the river side, which we had seized for fear we Kheura, the settlement at the Salt Mines, where the principal should not get away early enough if we put up at the dak European officers in charge of them live. By the kindness of Dr. bungalow. What with a fire burning and three men sleeping in Warth, the Collector of Customs, we had an opportunity of seea room rather less than twelve feet square it was warm, but in ing the mines to great advantage. In the evening of the next the deadly cold of the early morning not a bit too much so, we day we set off for Choya Saidan Shah, a place about 3,500 feet found. At 6 A.M. Shirreff appeared with Matthews (the student). up, which Gordon was anxious to visit. It is, as is all the

Got on board our bark at about 8 o'clock. It was an open country about, a very lovely spot, and at this time (January and boat, not at all a bad one, and with Gordon's carpet utilised as February) was especially so-beautiful valleys surrounded by an awning we managed to do very well. Until the night set in such very pretty low hills, and here and there intersected by all was very pleasant, even our frequent acquaintances with the delightful little streams. In the evening we went to the village numerous sandbanks in the river raising our spirits, or rather to preach, and after a great deal of waiting, the Moulvie appeared keeping them up, while we kept our fingers from numbing by with two other men, and at once tried to get rid of us by saying occasionally relieving the oarsmen, and then didn't we make the

it was the hour of prayer. However, we waited patiently and When the evening, or rather night, was settling then had our say. They were not at all friendly, cavilling at down, the hills looked very lovely, a beautiful bluish grey mist everything, and raising the usual questions about the unlawfulness covering them partially. We sang hymns as we rowed, and of eating pig's flesh and not fasting. certainly realised that Presence we so much need. It was not We marched back on foot to Jhelum (65 miles), after spending nearly so satisfactory at night ; we seemed to be always getting on a very happy Sunday at Pind, my first in this town. We had sandbanks, and they did not improve on further acquaintance, and service (that in the morning with Holy Communion) at the dear the cold was most intense. It literally got into one, and made little church, the name of which I must not forget to tell you

is us wish fervently we were on shore in front of a good fire, enjoy- St. John's in the Wilderness. ing a good cup of strong tea.

During the months of February, March, and April, we reAt about 10.30 P.M. we landed at a place about a mile and a mained quietly at Pind, I struggling on with the language. Then half from Pind Dadan Khan. After quite an hour's getting such

we went to Sakesar. This is our hill station, being the highest things as we positively needed for the night together, and point of the Salt Range, and is somewhat over 5,000 feet high. of course haggling with the boatmen and coolies, we marched Here we spent six months. During the greater part of this off through the jungle in search of shelter for the night (which time I had the privilege of ministering to the European officers we were not at all certain about getting), as it was now far too (and some ladies) of Shahpur. I cannot sufficiently in words late to think of getting on to Pind that night. After a good acknowledge the kindness I received from all of these, and eshalf-hour's wandering we came up to the village and found out a pecially from Major Corbyn, the Deputy Commissioner, whose large shed inhabited by two donkeys, who did not seem at all brotherly love and Christian sympathy will ever be treasured by disposed to evacuate in our favour. Gordon went off and Of course my especial work while there was preparing for knocked up the head-man of the village, and that good man, with my examination for priest's orders, and studying the language. more urbanity than most Englishmen would treat one who But I did fulfil my wish of visiting some of the villages. I give pulled them out of bed at such an advanced and exceedingly cold you an account of one visit:hour (for twelve with them is much the same as three or four is I was met at Serai (the nearest village to Sakesar) at 7 A.M. by with us), offered us the use of the mosque (a very great honour),

my Munshi, and with him was the head-man of the village, Mian which we declined, as it already seemed sufficiently tenanted

Lall. This is a most patriarchal-looking old man; he is about by ten not very clean Mussulmans. We selected the shed, 6 feet 2 inches, splendidly made, and has a long snow-white and our good friend supplied us with beds, a grand carpet, and put up chicks (a kind of curtain made of twigs bound

* Our readers will see these chicks in the large picture of Teaching in a Zenana in our March number.




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beard, in fact he is

the book” and read just the kind of man

St. John ii. 1-15 one likes to fancy

and 36. The Lord Abraham

helped me far more These, with one or

wonderfully than I two others, preceded

had ever dared to me to the place

hope. I spoke about where most of the

the Light of the gossip of the village

World, and the need takes place. Here

of the darkness for we seated ourselves,

it. I was even helped and being joined by

to speak about the or two more,

types of the Lamb making my “con

of God in the Old gregation in all

Testament. Then I about six, I read

read the story of the Isaiah liii., and tried

Crucifixion. They to speak as well as

listened with great I could about sin

attention, and I and sinners, and the

really think underneed of and pro

stood me fairly. Invision for salvation

deed the discussion in Christ. But I

made me sure they fear my faith was

did. It was most very low, I felt

friendly, although very shy, or perhaps

warm at times. a good deal of both

There was no word reasons operated, for

of reverence I felt very much re

for our beloved Lord. stricted.

It was (of course) I did not wait

when I placed Him more than an hour

before them as the here, but pressed on

only means of salvawith my Munshi and

tion, and told them a guide for Amb,

“if a man love Me, the next village. We

he will keep My had a very hot sun

words " that the disto walk under, and

cussion was aroused. a very disagreeable

I feel very hoperoad to travel over,

ful about Pind. Our principally formed

great need at present of large stones about

is more grace from as firm as very yield

God, more patience ing sand. Some

and humility, and places we had to

more prayer from cross were very dif

our friends at home. ficult even for us,


[The picture gives a and must have been

view of the Salt Range to my poor horse THE SALT MOUNTAINS, PUNJAB.

of mountains referred Tommy, which I did

to by Mr. Nugent.] not ride, what tight-rope walking would have been to his master. In some places almost perpendicular banks of loose earth and stones had to be crossed, yet he managed magnificently. I did

OUR SOLITARY MISSIONARY IN UGANDA. give in when nearly at the top of a steep hill going up to Amb

[The picture of King Mtesa and his chiefs on the opposite page is a I suppose the sun was too much for me; any way, after lying French engraving. We do not know the original source of it.] down for a time I got up on Tommy.

OME months have elapsed since we gave any account Amb (it is pronounced Um) is the most picturesque village

of the Rev. C. T. Wilson, who, after the death of have yet seen, and that part of it where we rested the most

Lieut. Smith and Mr. O'Neill, and before the arrival picturesque of it all. It is a raised kind of platform, used, I

of Mr. Mackay (reported in our February number), believe, as a place of prayer. It is almost covered by the

was our only missionary on the Victoria Nyanza. branches of a huge pipal tree, and at one side a delightful swift Some brief extracts from his letters—which have appeared in stream hurries by, which simply to look at rests and refreshes full in the C.M. Intelligencer—ought now to find place in the one. It is just the kind of place that one would feel constrained GLEANER. to offer the Water of Life and the Rest of Christ in. Here we

It will be remembered that Mr. Wilson and Lieut. Smith waited for a long time for the magnate of the village, Mian reached Rubaga, the capital of Uganda, on the north side of the Lall's brother, and at last gave him up in despair, and at the Lake (see the map in the GLEANER of January, 1877) in June, request of about eight of the leading men of the village I opened 1877. Lieut. Smith then re-crossed the Lake to Ukerewe Island,

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