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friendly, but several faces lighted up when I gave them the usual Afghan Christian teachers at home as well as in distant lands, who salutations. In the wazeer's garden-a pretty spot outside the city wall steadily keep in view the end for which Mr. Cruickshanks toiled -I found a young Cabul sardar (chief) actually engaged in reading a book which had been sent to Jellalabad by me some years ago. He

and watched and prayed—the glory of God in the true con

version of the souls of his scholars. seemed somewhat surprised when I told him that I was the original possessor of the book. He was pleased to see me, and gave me and my Mr. Cruickshanks continued for twenty-six years Head friend, Colonel Ball-Acton, a cup of green tea whilst we chatted over the Master of the Anglo-Vernacular School at Palamcotta. Not stirring events of the times.

long before his death he was asked how many souls his school To-day there is news of a victory at Fatehabad, but it has been dearly purchased by the loss of three such officers as Major Wigram Battye,

had, under God, been the means of converting from Hinduism Lieutenant Wiseman, and Rasaldar Mahmud Khan, the latter a brave

to Christianity. He replied that, making " no account of some Afghan soldier of the Peshawar district. I have just seen poor Wigram who enrolled their names among the converts but fell away Battye's body. He was a fine soldier, and a great favourite with both again, nor of others who were halting, as it were, between two Europeans and Natives. . When he fell, some of the Native soldiers of opinions, he could record the instances of thirty-three souls his regiment stood by him and protected his body from insult, whilst

who had come out of heathenism and had joined the company of others pressed on in the fearful charge to avenge his death.

Christ's true and faithful followers."
PESHAWAR, April 7th.

Mr. Sattianadhan has told us how resolutely the Scriptural I have now returned to Peshawar. Before I left Jellalabad I committed to the grave the remains of Major Battye and Lieutenant teaching was carried on, even with those most opposed to its Wiseman. Mr. Swinnerton, the chaplain, assisted by reading the first truths. He and his companions begged Mr. Cruickshanks to part of the service. General Sir Samuel Browne, Major Cavagnari, and give up reading the Bible, and threatened that they would all nearly every officer of the camp were present. Nearly the whole regiment leave the school unless he consented. “ You may all leave the of the Guides accompanied Major Battye's funeral, and it was truly touching to witness the sad faces of Briton, Sikh, Afghan, and Hindu, as

school,” he answered, “but give up the Bible I never will." we all stood round the open graves. The service over, Native non- They did not carry out their threat; and some were led by that commissioned officers pressed forward and lovingly assisted the Europeans Bible-reading to the knowledge of Christ. in choosing the resting-places of the dead.

In reading the account of Mr. Cruickshanks' intercourse with The whole country between Peshawar and Jellalabad is but thinly his pupils, we cease to remember the barrier which his blindness line of march, extending nearly ninety miles. The country immediately might have been expected to raise. He appears as the watchin the vicinity of Jellalabad is fertile, as is that of the Dakka district. ful, observant, and sympathising teacher, whose perception of When at Jellalabad, the snowy ranges of Kafiristan seemed quite close to character, his ready understanding of his scholars' state of mind, me, and, if arrangements are made for the protection of British travellers within the territory of the Aneer of Cabul, there is not likely to be any

and his fine tact in dealing with them, would have been remarkdifficulty in arranging for a journey to Kafiristan. At present, however,

able even in one whose eyes could have followed every shade of we can only wait and watch.

expression and change of countenance in those around him.

He tells of one of the innocent wiles by which he would detain

those who were anxious, as some sympathetic instinct taught THE BLIND SCHOOLMASTER OF PALAMCOTTA. him, to escape from his teaching : II.

“As G- evidently did not relish these conversations, he would watch N 1833 Mr. Cruickshanks married, and thus the trial

for a pause in my remarks, and, rising up hastily, would say, 'I will

take leave, sir. Yes, I would reply, you may go as soon as you of blindness was softened to him by the constant please, but as I was saying

and so I would resume the conversation sympathy and companionship of home life. His till another attempt by him to escape would put me upon resorting to first wife died after some years, and in 1848 he

the same contrivance, and, making a step or two after him as he was married again, and had several children.

going, I would detain him by the same everlasting introduction to my He started on his career as tutor in private families, but in

remarks, ‘Yes, you may go as soon as you like, &c.; and then the

poor fellow would have to listen again, till, not wishing to weary him 1838 he was appointed Head Master of the Native Education too much, at last I would let him depart. G- was baptized June, Society's School at Madras, which numbered 100 pupils. In 1858, when I was present with Mrs. Cruickshanks and two of my 1841 he became Head Master of the Madras Military Orphan daughters.” Asylum. It was in 1841 that his connection with the Church One of his pupils was nicknamed the Logician, because he Missionary Society was formed. The missionaries at Palam- was always foremost in arguments against Christianity. We cotta felt that there was urgent need for an English school have one instance of the blind master's manner of dealing with for natives in that town; and for the responsible work of this boy :establishing this school, in which the personal Christian in- “One day, when standing before me in his class, he replied to one of fluence of the master over his scholars was of paramount im

my remarks on the subject of religion by saying, I wonder why Jesus portance, the services of Mr. Cruickshanks were gladly accepted.

Christ does not make Himself visible. If I could but see Him with my Perhaps no worker for Christ needs to exercise a stronger faith

bodily eyes, I would certainly believe in Him; and therefore I should

like to know why He does not show Himself.' When questions like in order to say, “ We know that our labour is not in vain in the these, however simple they may appear, are not promptly answered in a Lord,” than the teacher of the young in heathen lands; and school like mine, they have the effect of confirming the pupils in their comparatively few who are impelled by the true missionary unbelief, and therefore I answered at once, 'He keeps out of sight for spirit to give up their lives to the preaching of the Gospel give us time for repentance. You know that if in my presence you voluntarily engage in this branch of the service. When called

were to misbehave I must notice your conduct, and if you repeat upon to exchange the ministry of evangelising for the monotonous it must punish you for it, in order to hold up the discipline of the routine and secular cares of school work, some have taken up

school; in like manner the Lord Jesus Christ keeps, as it were, out the charge with a heavy heart, almost as if they felt that they that He may not be obliged to punish you whenever you think and

of sight, partly that He may let you think and act freely, and partly were leaving the real sphere of missionary labour, fearing, it

act in opposition to His will. You see, therefore, how great a mercy it may be, that they were in danger of forfeiting their share in the is that He is not personally among us, though in Spirit He is present missionary's reward. Many reasons might be formed for taking everywhere

, beholding the good and bad of our actions, and noting it all a contrary view, many grounds for arguing that the work of the

down in the book of His remembrance." teacher is the most really hopeful of any; but of all arguments Six years after he left school this pupil, who belonged to a facts are the most convincing, and such facts, we think, are Hindu family of good position, yielded himself up to the service furnished from the experience of the blind schoolmaster of of Christ. Palameotta, facts which speak of hope and encouragement to all We must content ourselves with the mention of but one other

of his pupils. The story of D— is very touching, and Mr. Does not “the teachers' promise seem to belong very Cruickshanks' account illustrates the yearning love with which he specially to this earnest missionary schoolmaster, whose days regarded the youths under his care, and how eagerly he watched

on earth were spent in the dreary gloom of perpetual darkness, for every token of the Lord's blessing on his labours for them :- that "They that be teachers shall shine as the brightness of the “D— was a Hindu, yet he died under circumstances calculated to en

firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars courage the hope, at least in my own mind, that he sought the Lord in

for ever and ever"?

T. his last moments. His father took the lad away with him to Ramesuram. Cholera was prevailing there, and poor D— was one of its victims. They were bringing him in a boat to the shore when he expired, uttering some English words and covering his face with his hands, as if, while lifting

THE C.M.S. IN PALESTINE. up his heart to the Saviour, he wished to shut out the world, and with it

HOU hast laboured and not fainted, C.M.S., in many a land, the symbols of idolatry. He had always been a sensible lad, and was

Thou hast reared the Great King's standard on many a diverse not delirious for a moment during his illness. We cannot suppose that

strand. he would spend his little remaining strength in simply repeating passages Between the blazing tropics, through fields of pathless snow, from his school-lessons. What, then, were the English words uttered by him under these awful circumstances ? I feel no hesitation in sup

In patient uncomplaining, thy willing servants go.

I have watched thee pressing forward through every opening found, posing them to have been words of prayer. To whom did he pray ? Till the sun shines on thy stations as earth revolveth round. Surely not to the idol gods that his parents had come so far to adore.

Yet I own, with deepest interest my sympathies entwine, In praying to one of them he would have used Tamil in preference to O’er the places where thoú labourest in the Land of Palestine. English. I believe he prayed in English that he might avoid the disturbance to which he would have been exposed had those about him All souls, indeed, are precious. Happy, wherever led, known the exact nature of the hopes and fears which occupied his last Those who heal the broken-hearted, who give the hungry bread; moments. The great day of the Lord will solve the question, and, I Who loose, with loving fingers, the captive exile's bands; trust, will display a miracle of grace in his favour to the glory of God Who guide the blind man's footsteps to where the Healer stands; and the Lamb."

Who save the drowning voyager on the wild ocean tossed. Mr. Cruickshanks early devoted his leisure to the study of

Is it wrong to feel a preference, when all alike are lost ?

Far happiest, to my thinking, the lot of those who dwell music, and learnt to perform on the flute and the violin ; and

As husbandmen and builders in Thy land, Immanuel ! this pursuit, like those other gifts which he dedicated to the service of his Lord, not only brought cheer and blessing to

It was once a pleasant portion, a garden of delight, himself, but added to his usefulness as a teacher. He taught

Precious throughout the year in its Kingly Owner's sight;

But it sinned against Him grievously, despising His commands, singing in the school, and conducted the music of the Sunday

Till He gave it, in His anger, into the spoiler's hands. services. He has sometimes been called the Blind Bard of O Land! once so beloved, how fallen is thy state ! Madras, for he wrote several poems, some of which were com

For centuries down-trodden, forlorn and desolate ! piled in a little volume.

Yet we trust the clouds are passing, for gleams of promise shine, When he drew near to his seventieth year he resigned the

And pitying hearts are yearning for the want of Palestine. heavy duties of the school at Palamcotta, but he continued to Go through, go through the trenches, the ruined walls repair, make use of his talents in the cause so dear to his heart. He

Gather out the stones that cumber, drive deep the polished share ; settled for a while at Vepery, in Madras, and there he made

Dig again the wells once brimming, but long filled up with earth,

Bring slips of vine and olive, sow seeds of choicest worth. friends with some young men by offering to help them for an O friends! make all things ready, let the land be fully tilled, hour or two every morning in their preparations for the Uni- For the earth shall see great wonders when the seasons are fulfilled ; versity. They willingly agreed, and accepted his one condition, And God's tabernacle planted, as ancient prophets tell, that part of the time should be given to the reading of the

On the glorious holy mountain in Thy land, Immanuel ! Bible.

Q. There were some, however, who wanted to shirk the distinctive truths of Christianity, which he endeavoured to bring home to them, and one of these requested that the Book of Pro- A COUSIN OF MRS. SATTIANADHAN'S IN MAURITIUS. verbs might be the subject for their reading. Mr. Cruickshanks

HE Rev. N. Honiss sends the following from Mauritius. It is at once consented; but his young friends soon found that from

interesting both for its own sake and because the old woman the words of Solomon, as well as from the other sacred writers,

referred to is a cousin of Mrs. Sattianadhan, who, it will be their teacher could prove how the Scriptures testify of Jesus.

remembered, is a daughter of the late Rev. John Devasagayam of Once more, in 1875, the aged schoolmaster found a new

Tinnevelly : sphere of usefulness. He was asked to superintend the opening

On Sunday, Dec. 1st, two men, named David and Joseph, with of a new school at Poonamallee, near Madras, and he cheerfully Joseph's wife, were baptized in the Pamplemousses Church. These undertook the task. This was the last scene of his labours. In people had been instructed and prepared for baptism chiefly by an old the summer of 1876 he was attacked with illness, which lasted woman named Mutabaranam. This good old soul said she had watched only a few days. The doctor who attended him apprehended no

over and prayed “ for the boys,” to whom she was related, since they were immediate danger. Only the day before he died, this friend

babies; and though one of them could not repeat the Ten Command

ments, they had all an intelligent idea of what they were about. Mutasaid to his patient that he wondered that he had never written baranam told me of the trouble she had had when David's father'was an account of his life. Mr. Cruickshanks answered that he had alive. He was a bigoted heathen, and insisted upon his son being the often thought of doing so, and he had journals and papers

same; and David, who had always a leaning towards Christianity, could

read the Bible and other Christian books only by stealth; but the great available for the purpose; he thought, if it pleased God, he

object of her (Mutabaranam's) life, she said, was that day fulfilled, and she would begin the next day to put them together. But before reminded me of another aged servant of God, who said, “Now lettest Thou the close of another day his sightless eyes were closed in death, Thy servant depart in peace.” There was very satisfactory proof of the and his spirit had passed away from the dark prison-house of earnestness of these people in their having travelled twenty miles to be the flesh into the bright presence of the Sun of Righteousness.

baptized, while one man gave Rs. 5, and the other R. 1, as thankofferings.

Additional interest is connected with these baptisms in the fact that And so the story of William Cruickshanks' life remains un

Mutabaranam is the daughter of a sister of old John Devasagayam of written, Yet, after all, what worthier record of his life could Tinnevelly. have been written than that which is preserved in the hearts and in the lives of his scholars? The labours of the devoted

THE CHURCH MISSIONARY GLEANER has been localised, i.e., pubteacher are ended, but his works do follow him, and his memory

lished with additional sheets containing local news, in Calcutta. It is will surely excite in many a heart the desire to be followers of circulating widely among Europeans and English-speaking Hindus, him who, through faith and patience, inherits the promises. including some non-Christian Babus.

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ADMIRAL PREVOST AT METLAKAHTLA. coast three and twenty years before. But then they were all

cruel and degraded savages.

The churchwarden who led him
ET us suppose it is a day in the month of June, 1878, into the church had been a medicine-man and a cannibal. How

just twelve months ago. The village represented had so marvellous a change come to pass ?
in the picture above is gaily decorated with flags ;
the people, Tsimshean Indians, are gathered to-

Just twenty-three years ago there appeared in the Church

Missionary Intelligencer an article on the Indian tribes inhabiting gether in expectant groups ; everything indicates that something is going to happen. Presently a large canoe is

the far west of the British Empire, the Pacific coast of British

North America, which contained these words :seen approaching the shore, conveying an English naval officer and a lady and child, and rowed by a crew of stalwart Tsimsheans.

“Some naval officers who, in the discharge of their professional duties, But the tide being out, the visitors are transferred to a smaller

have lately visited these regions, have been most favourably impressed

with the highly intelligent character of the natives; and having their canoe, which is instantly lifted up on Tsimshean shoulders and compassion excited by their total destitution of Christian and moral deposited safe on terra firma. Men, women, and children crowd instruction, they feel it to be their duty to introduce among them the around to welcome them, and presently burst forth into a song. Gospel of Christ, under the conviction that it would prove the surest and What is that song? It is the hymn,“ What a friend we have

most fruitful source of social improvement and civilisation, as well as of in Jesus !

These hundreds of Indians are all Christians; and spiritual blessings infinitely more valuable." the place is the Christian settlement of Metlakahtla.*

That article was written by Captain Prevost, R.N., who had Had that naval officer, Admiral Prevost, ever seen them before ? lately returned from surveying the coast.

He had earnestly Some of the people, yes; but the village, never. There were

begged the Church Missionary Society to send out a missionary, men there whom he could recognise, whom he had met on that but this seemed impossible, as the Society was just about to

occupy Constantinople, Lucknow, and Multan; and all that * In the above picture of Metlakahtla, the large church built by the Christian Indians themselves is conspicuous. The round building close to it is the gaol,

could be done was to put his paper in the Intelligencer. Its which, hwever, is often empty. Next to these is the mission-house. The appearance, however, was quickly followed by an anonymous group on the opposite page represents Admiral Prevost addressing the people gift of £500 to enable the Committee to respond to the appeal ; from the steps of the church. "Mr. Duncan is on his right, and Mr. Collison on his left. The former, however, is introduced by artistic license, as he was really

and soon after Captain Prevost himself came again, having been a little way off taking the photograph from which the group has been drawn. re-appointed to the same naval station, and offered a free passage

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ADMIRAL PREVOST AND THE CHRISTIANS OF METLAKAHTLA. (Drawn from a Photograph taken by Mr. Duncan.)

in his ship, H.M.S. Satellite, for any man the Society could and that if he ventured outside his life would be in danger. We supply.

cannot now tell the wonderful story of the next twenty years. This appeal could not be refused ; and a young schoolmaster, We hope many of our readers know it well. Duncan went to William Duncan, was sent forth. On December 23rd, 1856, the work in faith and prayer ; his life, as was predicted, was Satellite sailed from Plymouth, and on October 1st, 1857, Mr. repeatedly in imminent danger, but that did not daunt him; Duncan landed at Fort Simpson in British Columbia. There Indian after Indian abandoned the horrible customs, including Captain Prevost left him, much against the will of some of the dog-eating and cannibalism, they had been practising; and in Hudson's Bay Company's officers on the coast, who said that he July, 1861, the first Tsimshean baptisms took place. Then, to could not be allowed to invite the savage Indians inside the Fort, separate the Christians from the demoralisation of their people

LETTERS TO MY PARISH FROM SANTALIA.

BY THE REV. W. T. STORRS.

saw us.

at Fort Simpson, he removed with them in 1862 seventeen miles off, and founded the village of Metlakahtla.

Ever since then, the Metlakahtla settlement has grown and prospered ; and it is now the home of one thousand Christian Indians. Mr. Duncan has taught the government of British Columbia how to deal with the Indian tribes—how to give them the benefits of civilisation without its vices; and his plans have been officially adopted by the Colony. When Lord Dufferin, as Governor-General of the Dominion of Canada, paid a visit of inspection to Metlakahtla three years ago he said —

I have come a long distance in order to assure you, in the name of your Great Mother, the Queen of England, with what pleasure she has learnt of your well-being, and of the progress you have made in the arts of peace and the knowledge of the Christian religion, under the auspices of your kind friend Mr. Duncan.

I cannot help expressing to Mr. Duncan and those who are associated with him in his good work—not only in my own name, not only in the name of the Government of Canada, but also in the name of Her Majesty the Queen, and in the name of the people of England, who take so deep an interest in the well-being of all the native races throughout the Queen’s Dominion-our deep gratitude to him for thus having devoted the flower of his life, in spite of innumerable difficulties, dangers, and discouragements, of which we, who only see the result of his labours, can form only a very inadequate idea, to a work which has resulted in the beautiful scene we have witnessed this morning.

What must have been the feelings of Admiral Prevost as he looked, on that June day last year, upon the happy Christian settlement ! Many who had once been notorious for wickedness had died in the faith of Christ; others now stood up and addressed him whom they justly looked upon as the father of the Mission. Here are one or two of their speeches :

JAMES LEEQUNEESH (chief) said—Shimoigit, what we once were is known to you, for you saw our state. I was a young man when you first

We profited by your visit, but you suffered by us. Which of us is not now ashamed when we see your face again, and remember the injuries we did to you? But we were then in darkness. We were like the wild animals. We were living in mud and darkness. You got a hoe. You got seed. You designed a garden, though on a very unfavourable site. It was God who touched your heart. Then the workmen came. Your work was among thorns, and you suffered, but so did Jesus the Son of God work among thorns and suffer. So you then got a spade and turned over the ground and put in the seed. God was with you, and now you have come back to see what God has done. You are pleased to see that the plants have come up a little. Yes, the good seed has grown, and this, sir, is the result of your work. God put all this into your heart, and our own hearts are deeply affected and aroused within us by your coming again to see us.

GEORGE USHER (Indian name, Comtsool) said—I also want to speak, though I occupy not the seat of a chief, but only that of a common man who sits at the door. Your seat is the seat of honour at the upper end of the house. Yet I will address you. It is wonderful to us to see what changes have come amongst us since your last visit, and it is wonderful to us to see how much good some people are capable of doing for others. We think of your good work and are amazed. If it shall so be that you leave this world before us to see God, remember we are trying to follow you, to be with you before long. We shall see you again in heaven.

PETER SIMPSON (Thrakshakaun)—I remember when you put your ship on shore at Fort Simpson. I remember how nearly we were fighting, and the guns were prepared. You had a rope put out to keep us off, and we heard it said that you would fire at us from your ship when you got afloat. We knew not what you had rather planned to do. You planned to bring us the Gospel, and that has opened our eyes to heavenly things, and oh, how beautiful, very beautiful indeed! Metlakahtla is like a ship just launched. You are here to give us advice where to put the mast in, and how to steer. I address you thus, though you are great and I am poor. But Jesus despises not the poor. The Tsimsheans were very low, yet Jesus has raised us, and we are now anxious for all our brethren, the tribes around us, to be made alive. We know God put it into your heart to come here. God bless you for coming !

The Admiral is now far on his way to Metlakahtla again. The Mission is extending in all directions, and the new Bishop of Caledonia (as the country is now called) will soon, God willing, be on the coast. Many arrangements have to be made ; and who can so well make them as the man to whom, under God, the whole work owes its origin ?

VII.—The Bishop's Visitation.

SANTAL DISTRICT, Dec. 11th, 1878. HIS is the last letter which I expect to write you from

India. My work here seems to be drawing to a close. That I have done much I cannot say. That I have accomplished all I hoped to do, I certainly cannot say; but the last few weeks seem to have brought the fulfilment of

some of my hopes and objects, especially in the ordination of three of the young men whom I have been instructing for the last few months.

On Thursday, November 28th, the Bishop came up from Calcutta. The train stopped in front of Taljhari, and we had all the bright-looking school-girls arranged close to the line, and then beyond them "a guard of honour" consisting of the young men and big boys of the trainingschool, drawn up in two lines. These had their spears ornamented with tufts of gay-coloured flowers, and some of them, not content with decorating their spears, had decked themselves out with yellow marigolds and hibiscus. I think the Bishop must have been pleased with the hearty Yasu sahai (i.e., the grace of Jesus Christ be with you) which greeted him as he passed down the ranks, first of the girls, then of the young men, and last of all the village people, who had assembled to welcome him.

The next day I was engaged with the Bishop a great part of the day in looking over the examination papers of the candidates for orders. The Bishop thought that three of them had done very satisfactorily; indeed, he said that some of the papers of two of the candidates were better than the papers of some English candidates he had known. One of the four examined failed to pass. I felt sure he would be rejected. He had attended the class too irregularly to make much real progress; and in every way, for his own sake, as well as for the sake of the work, I felt obliged to advise the Bishop not to pass him this year.

As evening drew on we sat out on the grass, in the twilight and moonlight, and had a native concert; first of all came three or four young men with their bamboo flutes, and played their fantastic airs, in which an English ear at first is scarcely able to distinguish any tune; then came forward a' young man, and played a melody on a little native fiddle with only one string. Then followed the great delight of the evening, two young men with Santal drums accompanied by eight or nine others, who sang and danced.

Oh, how the people who had gathered round did enjoy it; and indeed it was very amusing to see their quaint, sometimes grotesque, sometimes graceful movements and gestures : advancing and bowing, skipping back and whirling round, throwing their arms over their heads, and then marching jauntily round and round. After this was over two young men sat on the ground and played a Bengali tune on violins, and sang a hymn; and lastly one of my catechists sang another hymn to a Santali tune on the guitar. Then we all sang a Santali hymn together, and knelt down upon the grass and had evening prayers.

The next day, St. Andrew's Day, the day appointed for Intercession for Missions, we had an intercession service in the early morning, after that breakfast, and then the Ordination Service. The church was full, and had been very prettily decorated by some English friends, assisted by our boys and teachers. The service was a very quiet and solemn one. I presented the candidates, and preached the Ordination Sermon. It was to me a time of great joy, and as I stood in front of the Bishop and presented the three young men to him, I felt as if one great joy and hope of my life had been fulfilled. * The next day, Sunday, we had our usual services. On Monday morning we started out on our tour, i.e., the Bishop, Mr. Deedes (his chaplain), Mr. Barry (the C.M.S. Secretary), and myself. We were able to go by train the first few miles, and then we mounted our horses. We stopped for a short time after the first mile, to have a little service with some Christians who had assembled at the site of the new Mission at Dharmpur, and then had a two hours and a half ride to Sarjomghutu. My horse was so very excited by the company with him, that he danced the whole way and nearly pulled my arms off in his eagerness to take the lead, and his incessant caperings tired me more than I can tell ; he plunged, he backed, he bounded backwards and forwards, until I, who love riding almost better than anything in the world, at last would gladly have been released from his wild play. At Sarjonghutu we had two services with the Native Christians, in their tiny church, and very pleasant services they were. At the Holy Communion one poor man who had just recovered from sickness put into the offertory one rupee, equal to the wages of eight days.

The next day we rode about ten miles to Kusamba, and stayed a day there, having services and a confirmation, at the little church of Chuchi.

* Some account of these three men, Sham Besra, Bhim Hasda, and William Sido, was given by Mr. Storrs in his letter in the March Gleaner.

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