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OUR INDIAN FELLOW-SUBJECTS.
through the streets of Calcutta or Bombay, and point out to
at our specimen sketches. And 1. First, have a look at this Fisherman (Machuua). He has a big bullock's skin sewn up just like the Bhīshti's sheepskin (see No. 5). But it is filled with air, and floats in the river, and this man catches fish by being almost like a fish himself. He knows all their ways and their haunts. Look, too, at the Gospel net which our missionaries are ever casting into the waters. For they are fishers of men. 2. Next we see the Schoolmaster (Ustād). Many of these are very clever
The one before us is only the teacher of young children. He is very painstaking, and is giving his boys a lesson in English. And the Indian boys are far more smart in learning new languages than our English boys are. They soon learn not only to read but to speak our language well. What a pity the Indian languages are not more taught in our schools !
3. See here is the Private Tutor (Munshi). He comes to his pupil's house and teaches him for very much less pay than tutors are content with in England. They are, however, as a class, not very good teachers, and are too fond of praising their pupils and making them fancy they know more than they do.
4. Here comes the crasty Lawyer (Vakil). No European can surpass him in the art of representing his case to his client's advantage. He can prove that black is white without any difficulty. The Indians are fond of law, and are born sophists. It is not easy to convince a man like this of the simple truths of our Gospel. He is able to bring up a hundred so-called arguments against the truth. But when such a man is really humbled and convinced, he has great power in setting the truth before his countrymen.
5. The Water-carrier. Consider how much he is thought of in that thirsty land. His name is Bhishti, which means " belonging to Paradise."
TDE YACHUWA (FISHERMAN).
He has a sheepskin hung round him, and from its neck he is ever ready to pour, or squirt, or sprinkle the much-needed water. Who can look at him without thinking of Him who is so graciously ready to give a draught of living water to every one who is athirst?
6. The Postman. You would not believe what a linguist this man must be. There are fifteen languages spoken in India, and this poor man must know the characters of several of them. For the English have given India the blessing of the cheap post. How we should like to show you some of these Indian letters ! Such long addresses have they that it is often difficult to distinguish the name of sender from that of the intended receiver.
7. Who is this fine cheerful-looking gentleman with the tall spotted hat? He is a Parsee, much more like a European than any of the others. Indeed he is a sort of stranger in India. The home of his fathers was Persia, and his religion, too, is quite different from that of the Hindoos or Mahomedans. He is a good man of business, and devoted to trade.
8. Here is another most useful servant, the Washerman (Dhobi). See how he beats the clothes on the river's bank. Yes, and it is marvellous how well he does his work; and if you went home with him you would be surprised to see how, with nothing but a single ponderous smoothingiron, heated by being filled with burning charcoal, he most skilfully makes up the finest things, and the next moment accomplishes the work of the heaviest mangle. The missionary in his preaching sometimes refers to the work of such men; for they can take out the deepest stains, and make a garment as white as snow.
Now what do you think of these Indians ? You see they are not like poor savages. They are clever men. They have their trades and professions like ourselves, and are most skilful in the various arts, which they seem to inherit from their fathers, for in India most of the trades are connected with caste. Well, don't these people need clever, welleducated missionaries to teach them? They are kind and gentle people, but they need the light of God's Truth to shine into their hearts to make them "meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light" (Col. i. 12).
W. J. BALL. Cambridge.
talk with him at once, Leith ? You will find him in the study, and I will OVER THE WATER.
wait here for you.” BY EVELYN R. GARRATT.
Sasie had to wait longer than she anticipated. At last, at the sound of
Leith's footsteps in the hall, she sprang up and met him at the door. One CHAPTER XI.-CALLED.
look at his face was suflicient to tell her the consequence of his talk. UT Leith Lancaster was not at ease.
“It is just as I feared; he won't hear of it, and says I must choose beHe returned to London the day after he had proposed to tween you and what he calls this absurd notion of mine." Sasie, and though he left a diamond ring on her finger Sasie stood as if rooted to the spot. as a token that she belonged to him, and began to draw “He says you are far too young, and that if I insist upon going, I must
pictures in his mind of the home he would prepare for her, he was not happy.
“You can't go alone,” murmured Sasie. Before many days were over his face wore an anxious, perplexed expres- “If,” continued Leith, "in five years' time you are still of the same sion, and loss of appetite and sleepless nights began to tell their tale. mind he may possibly allow it, but that is all the comfort he gives us.”
He wrote to Sasie every day, and received letters in return; but after Suddenly clasping her hands over his arm, Sasie looked up anxiously reading them he would sit with his arms on the table, and his hands into his face, with the words, “Then you 'll be content to work in thrust through his hair, and then would suddenly push back his chair, England, won't you, Leith dear? There are a great many heathen in and pace the room with knitted brows and compressed lips, looking as London, who need missionaries just as much as those in India and though he were going through some great mental struggle ; it generally Africa. You won't go away without me?” ended with his falling on his knees and praying.
' How can I ?” he said slowly, looking down at her upturned face. “I can keep it to myself no longer,” he exclaimed one day aloud, “We will work together in London," continued Sasie, eagerly, "and “Sasie must be told.” And then he packed his portmanteau, and started will think no more of India or Africa." for Inglesby by the afternoon train.
“Work together in London." Ah! how sweet it sounded ! Would “This is the second time within the last month that you've taken me not his mother be pleased ? Leith was silent for a moment, only the by surprise,” exclaimed his mother, with a kiss of welcome, “but I sup- workings of his face showed the struggle which was going on within. pose I must expect these erratio movements on your part in future;” His voice was unnaturally quiet when he spoke. but a keener look at Leith checked the smile on his mother's face, and she “Would you marry a coward, Sasie ? added quickly, “You are not well, Leith.”
“A coward ? No." “I have something to tell Sasie,” he said, earnestly, “and I want you “Then don't make me one. God calls me to fight, and love for you to pray for her."
is making a coward of me." “Come into the drawing-room; you must have some tea before you "But,” cried Sasie, covering her face in her hands,“ how can I help tell me.”
you to be brave when I am a coward myself ? How can I say go, when “No, nothing for me till I've made a clean breast of it,” said Leith, my whole heart says stay ?" following his mother mechanically. I have been a sinner, mother.” “I'm expecting too much from you, Susie. You are right; the only Mrs. Lancaster turned round startled.
thing we can do is to pray for strength.” “ The fact is,” explained Leith, sitting down, “I have been turning “Yes, pray, Leith; but do not ask me to be brave." away from my duty, and have tried hard not to listen to God's voice. It was a silent good-bye, and Leith went out into the darkness, hardly He has been calling me, I believe, for months.”
knowing what he was doing, and all the way home he kept thinking of “Calling you, Leith ?”
the words,.“He that loveth father or mother more than Me is not “Yes; I think I am not mistaken in thinking that my life work is to worthy of Me.” He paced up and down the garden for a long time before be abroad.”
going in to see his mother. Mra. Lancaster's heart sank.
Meanwhile Mrs. Lancaster sat watching and waiting for him; it was a “But," continued Leith," a doubt as to whether Sasie would agree to relief at last to hear a door open and Leith's footstep in the hall. She it has made a coward of me, and when her father talked of our settling in went to meet him, but reading all in his face, she was not surprised at London and being comparatively near, I felt it would be nearly hopeless his hurried kiss, after which he ran upstairs, shutting the door after him. to ask for Sasie if I told him that I meant to live and work as a mis. Sasie stood where Leith had left her for some moments without moving, sionary. I dared not tell either of them, and hoped that the fact of and then suddenly a thought struck her. Leith bad failed with her Sasio's love would so fill my thoughts as to make me forget my call.” father, but why should she ? He was very fond of her, and many a time
“And you feel certain that it will be right for you to give up all your a little coaxing on her part had made him alter a decision on less imformer plans and hopes, Leith ?”
portant subjects. She would go and pray him to change his mind. Hope “Don't tempt me, little mother. I dare not think of what my duty rose in her heart as she made her way to his study, and knocking at the will be if Sasie or her father object. You must pray for us, mother.” door, found him standing with his back to the fire meditating.
“« For us!' Do not I need praying for as much if not more than “Well, Sasie, my dear, whatever has put this new idea into Leith’s either of them ?” thought Mrs. Lancaster, with an inward groan.
head? Wants to go out to the blacks he tells me, and take you with him. Leith rose.
“I can't rest till the matter is settled. I will be back I've never heard of such an idea, and the sooner he changes his mind the soon.” And without another word he was gone, leaving his mother better, or he must put off all thoughts of marrying you for the next five staring blankly after him. That evening Nona Lancaster prayed from
years at least." her heart for strength to say, “Thy will be done."
"Don't you think you could change your mind, father, for once ?" said Leith need not have feared what Sasie's answer would be. Her love | Sasie, coaxingly. for him was far too strong to allow of there being a single question as to “Eh ! what ? Change my mind,” said Mr. Ogilvie, playfully pinching whether she would go to the world's end with him or not. So long as she Sasie's cheek; “why, what do these red eyes mean, little puss ?” was with him, working by his side, what did it matter as to place and But Sasie only grew more earnest. “Five years is such a long time to country ? indeed, she could only rejoice when she heard he was thinking wait,” she said, tremblingly. of going out as a missionary.
“Nonsense, my dear, if a man can't wait five years for his bride he And as they sat talking in the twilight by the schoolroom fire, they isn't worth much. Think of Jacob-seven years, wasn't it, in that case ? " drew bright pictures of a future home in India or Africa, and forgot all 'Oh, it isn't that,” said Sasie, eagerly, "he would wait any number for the moment, save their happy day dream.
of years for me, I know, only“But,” said Sasie, suddenly, “I wonder what my father will
“Only what ? “Yes, there's your father,” said Leith, gravely,
“Why we may be dead in five years' time," said Sasie, with a sob, " "or “ Well, the sooner he is told the better. Had you not better have a anything might happen."