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Me.' I sometimes wonder, Gracie, if she has learnt of Him. I pray for
her night and day, God bless her.” BY EVELYN R. GARRATT.
The tears sprang into Sasie's eyes. Something told her that he was CHAPTER VII.-NOT HER Best.
now thinking of her, and it gave her great hope when he talked of praying LEASE, miss,” said Jessie, dropping a curtsey to Sasie just for her. “Pray for her now,” she said, softly.
as she was about to enter Mr. North's room," have you To her surprise Mr. North began to pray at once, in a weak, trembling been to the Missionary Meeting ?”
voice“I have just come from there," answered Sasie, sur- “Lord Jesus, Thou knowest that Thy little one is wandering on the
prised at seeing the suppressed excitement in her face. mountains ; she does not know that Thou dost love and care for her“ Please, miss, was there much in Mr. North's missionary box ? ” she that Thou art her Saviour and Good Shepherd. Lord, teach her about asked, anxiously.
Thyself, and to do the thing that pleaseth Thee, for Thy Name's sake." "Dear me! How vexing!” exclaimed Sasie;"I went into the meeting When a few minutes afterwards Sasie stepped out into the cold air again, after the amount in the boxes had been given out, and Mr. North will be there was an expression on her face which had not been there before. to disappointed."
She knew that she had been with God, had heard and listened to the voice So was Jessie, for she took a very special interest in his missionary box. of the Good Shepherd, and had resolved to follow Him. The old man's life and bis interest in God's work had not been lost on While Sasie was sitting with old Mr. North, Mrs. Lancaster and her Jessie ; she began to realise how near God was to her, that no sio, bowever son were on their way home from the Missionary Meeting. Sasie would small, was unseen by Him, and this knowledge had made her confess her have been surprised bad she caught sight of her friend's face during that sinfulness to the Lord, and ask for forgiveness. She was trying now to walk; it was seldom that it wore such a perturbed expression, serve God, to do what pleased Him; and besides being watchful against It was true that it was Leith's last day at home, and that on the morrow sin of thought, word, and deed, she began to want to do something more Mrs. Lancaster would begin the life which she always felt to be somethan her ordinary work for Him ; and the missionary box, wbich looked what lonely without him; but she seldom, if ever, groaned over the her in the face every morning as she dusted the counter, seemed to convey inevitable, and Leith had never seen anything but a sweet and bright a message from God to her.
expression on her face as they parted at the station, It was very little that she could give, but that little cost hér more than The fact was that a sudden fear had taken hold of her, as during the the much of other people. Her wages were so small that she coull not missionary's address she bad caught sight of her son's eager face. even drop in a halfpenny without feeling the loss of it, but nevertheless He was speaking of the great want of men to work in God's vineyard she seldom omitted putting something into the box every week; and now abroad. How was it, he asked, that almost every profession in England and then after her Sunday class, which was a treat to which Jessie looked was overcrowded, and yet so few men were willing to enter the Lord's forward the whole week, she had given a penny as a thanksgiving for the army for foreign service? The men wanted were those who were ready happy hour she had spent, and for the glorious fact of God's love, of which to give up all for the Lord's sake, who lored their Lord enough to go her teacher, Mrs. Lancaster, had been speaking. No one knew about or where He bid them, regardless of comfort, ready in fact to serve Him at saw the mouey dropped into the missionary box—not even old Mr. North. God kuew—that was enough for her.
As Mrs. Lancaster caught sight of her son's face, for the moment But Mr. North knew well that Jessie was interested in his box, and her heart almost ceased to beat. while he was laid aside she gave him regular reports as to whether it was Fancying that he might not care to attend the Missionary Meeting, growing heavier or not, and sometimes she seemed as eager about it as be
she had not intended going herself, it being his last day at home; and it was.
had surprised and not a little pleased her when he proposed going with "I will bring you word to-morrow, Jessie," said Sasie, as she opened her. But as she caught sight of the expression on Leith's face during the door.
the address, a wild wish took possession of her that he had never entered the Mr. North had had a bad night, and struck Sasie, as she caught sight of room. Just supposing that Leith should take it into his head—but no, him lying with closed eyes on the couch, as looking very pale and tired. it could not be. He was likely to get on so well at the bar, and to do He had apparently forgotten all about the meeting : on hearing Sasie's so much good in his profession, surely he would never think of wasting footsteps he merely opened his eyes and smiled at her, asking no questions, his talents in that way. He could not go-nay, he should not. It would as he would have done at any other time.
tear her very life away to part with him; if she were separated from her Sasie seeing how weak he looked said nothing about the meeting, but boy, she should die. sat by his side and began singing to him. Perhaps it was her own state
Such was the current of Nona Lancaster's thoughts during the last fer of feeling that made her almost involuntarily choose the solo from the
sentences of the aldress, and the concluding hymn. She could not join Elijah—“Oh that I knew where I might find Him!” It was the cry
in the singing, she felt stifled, and her only longing was to get away from of her own heart.
every one, Leith included, and to face this possibility alone. When she had finished, Mr. North opened his eyes, and looked at her
Once out of the crowded room and in the cold air Nona felt better, With with a strange perplexed expression on his face. “I thought you knew
Leith by her side talking to her in his natural tone of voice, she began to Him, Gracie," he said, in a weaker tone of voice than Sasie had ever heard think how foolish she had been to allow herself to get into such a state of from him ; "you brought me to Him-don't you remember ?”
fearful foreboding, and to blame herself for growing miserable over what Sasie was silent. He had not wandered like this for some days now,
might never happen. and it grieved her to hear him; besides, there was a sense of disappoint- But her face by no means regained its natural calm expression during ment that she could not ask Mr. North the question which filled her
her walk home. Mrs. Lancaster had had a glimpse into her own heart mind. He could not give her any help in his present state,
which, now that she began to see things more calmly, appalled her. Till “ They told me you had died, and that your grave was in the churchyard
this afternoon she had imagined that she loved God so well as to be where the daisies and buttercups grow," continued Mr. North, just as
willing and ready to make any sacrifice for His dear sake. That such Sasie was about to speak, and then with a restless sigh added, “But my
a wild rebellious feeling should rise in her heart, at the mere imagination sin was great-will God forgive me?”
of what God's will might possibly be, she would not have believed. Words of which Sasie had scarcely thought before came into her mind
She had sometimes wondered when she heard people remark on the with which to answer him—"As far as the east is from the west, so far
difficulty of submitting to God's will. She had certainly found it hard, hath He removed our transgressions from us.”
terribly hard, to say, “Thy will be done,” when she had seen her "Ah! yes,” he murmured, a happy smile crossing his face, “He has
husband lying dead before her so many years ago; but that was when she had mercy on me. 'Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy
neither knew nor loved God in the same way that she did now. Surely laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn of
now that she loved and trusted Him so much more, it would be comparatively easy to give up her own way to His. How could any one retraced their steps homewards, with the music of their Master's really doubt His love, His wisdom to order all things right?
words echoing in their hearts, “Blessed are the peacemakers, Such thoughts as these had been hers; but this afternoon she learned for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” to her sorrow that she was ready and willing to give God all, save her Nor was this the only token that their labour was not in vain best—to submit to His will in all things, save in that which cost her most in the Lord, that the harvest was about to follow their long -she felt she could not as yet spare Him her Leith.
season of patient seed-sowing. Ruatara's death had not been
altogether without hope, but the first distinct case of a soul THE STORY OF THE NEW ZEALAND MISSION.
brought to Christ occurred in one of the villages near Paihia,
which had been frequently visited. The aged chieftain, Ranghi, By the Author of " England's Daybreak," " The Good News in had long been careful in his observance of the Ra-tapu (sitting Africa,” fo.
still upon the Sabbath day), but it was at the commencement of VII.
his last illness, in the depth of winter, July, 1825, that he E have arrived in the study of our subject at the rejoiced his teachers with his first distinct testimony as to the
period in which the New Zealand Company made work going on in his heart. “I pray,” he said, “ several times their first attempts to settle on the islands. In in the day. I ask God to give me His Holy Spirit in my heart, November, 1826, a ship, full of intended settlers, to sit and dwell there." And again, on another occasion, " This
put into the river Thames (as it had been named), is the way my heart sometimes thinks when alone; I think I but the voyagers were so alarmed at the ferocious appearance shall go to heaven, and then perhaps I think I shall not go to and conduct of the natives, they were afraid to land. They heaven; and perhaps this God of the white people is not my next passed on to the Bay of Islands, and the missionaries, who God, and perhaps He is; and then, after I have been thinking had all along fearlessly gone in and out unarmed amongst the in this way, and my heart is dark for some time, it becomes people, even when war was raging around them, were not a little lighter, and the thought that I shall go to heaven remains surprised to find that none of their countrymen would venture to the last." come ashore, even to visit them, without loaded pistols. Is it Later on he was able to say, “I think of the love of Christ, not a living comment upon the words, “ The Lord is our shield and ask Him to wash this bad heart, and take away this native and buckler, a stronghold to them that trust in Him"?
heart, and give me a new heart." He grew worse in health, but Not only were the missionaries kept themselves thus manifestly when remarking in September, “I think I shall soon die; my under Divine protection, but they were permitted, in the general flesh has wasted away, and I am only skin and bone"; he could excitement which followed the death of Hongi, to lend effectual add, “I think I shall go to heaven above the sky, because I help in the re-establishing of peace; the hostile chiefs themselves, have believed all you have told me about God and Jesus sick and weary of these interminable wars, applied to them, Christ." As death approached his simple, happy faith and requesting them to act the part of mediators. Accordingly, in hope grew stronger. "I shall soon be dead," he said ; “my March, 1828, Mr. Henry Williams set out with a few of his own heart is very, very full of light.” - What makes it so ? ' party, to do what they might to establish peace between the “ Because I believe in Jehovah, and in Jesus Christ.”
" Have opposing parties. All were armed except themselves; should you no fear of death ?” “No, none, not in the least; I-shall any provocation arise, their lives were not worth a moment's go and sit above the sky with Jesus Christ.” purchase, but it was the path of duty, and they were in God's This seemed a case in which the privilege of baptism might hands. They arrived in the Hokianga valley on Saturday, and be wisely allowed, and he was therefore admitted into the spent the time in seeking to influence one and another individually, visible Church of Christ by this blessed service, in the presence with much encouragement. The following day, marvellous to of many of his countrymen, receiving the name of Christian. say, these savage warriors universally consented to some Surrounded by those who would gladly have drawn him back, observance of the Sabbath, agreeing that they would “ sit still,” he boldly, in the presence of them all, spoke of the darkness in their expressive phraseology. One can understand how that once encompassed his soul, and of the sure and certain hope thankfully our brethren availed themselves of such an oppor- that now possessed it. Thus was the first shock of corn tunity for declaring the glad tidings of a Saviour's love. A gathered into the heavenly garner. white flag was hoisted, and preparations for holding Divine It was a precious earnest of further blessing; but slowly, very service made. Strange preaching ground, the very midst of slowly, was the quickening of the Spirit of God manifested upon these stockades and trenches, and other Native fortifications, the people generally. For twelve long years after the comand still stranger audience, the 500 fully armed warriors who mencement of the Mission, though the signs of outward gathered round the messengers of the Cross. They began with improvement were numberless, the spiritual work seemed to a hymn, assisted by the school-boys they had brought with make little or no progress ; but in 1827 one more case of them, and as the melody of heart and voice filled the air, it evident change of heart gladdened the souls of the workers. It seemed to breathe a holy calm around; the wild cannibals were was that of a rescued slave, Dudi-dudi. hushed into peaceful and earnest attention, while the teachers In 1827, Mr. Davis brought back with him from Sydney told of Him who shed His own blood for our deliverance, and portions of the Bible and some hymns, all printed in Maori. wrestled with God in prayer for the saving of their souls. The delight of the people in thus reading, in their own tongue,
The Sabbath passed in exercising these holy influences; the the wonderful works of God, was unbounded, and some eventful day dawned upon the morrow, which was to settle the of them could scarcely be restrained from taking forcible anxious question of war or peace. The missionaries had just possession of these treasures. It had a manifest influence for had the joy and reward of seeing two of the hostile leaders good, and two years after, in August, 1829, the Paihia cordially rub noses and settle their differences, when a loud missionaries were filled with hope upon receiving the following noise was heard, and 700 warriors were seen advancing in great note from Taiwunga, once a ferocious cannibal :—“Here I am, order, till within 150 yards of the flag, when they rushed thinking of the day when my son shall be baptized. You are the forward with a horrid yell, which sounded like the death-knell of messengers of God; therefore I wish that he should be baptized all hopes of a pacific arrangement. On the contrary, it was all according to your ways.
On the contrary, it was all according to your ways. I have cast off my native ideas, and in due order, and after various military performances on both my native thoughts. Here I sit thinking and untying the rope sides, the whole assembly quietly dispersed. God's servants of the devil ; and it is shaken that it may fall off. Jesus Christ
perhaps is near to see my evils, and to look into the hearts of
KASHMIR MEDICAL MISSION. It is well perhaps that the heart should grieve in the FoBethanisl ovember devoted to an account of the Kashmir Medical morning, in the evening, and at night, that every sin may be blotted out.” It was a touching, and yet most cheering service, Mission; but readers must turn to them for information concerning that when the four children of this man were baptized with the
most interesting work. In the picture, Dr. Arthur Neve, the present
Missionary, is seen on the right, and next to him Dr. E. Downes, his missionary's own infant.
predecessor, who has since come home. The other standing figures are Soon after this baptism, Mr. Davis was sent for to visit a mostly hospital assistants. The patients are in the foreground. woman suddenly taken very ill, the wife of Pita, one of Mr. Davis's workmen. She had been so insolent and troublesome, that Mr. Davis had been obliged to remove them from his own
SKETCHES IN TRAVANCORE, premises, and place them in a separate cottage, entirely on account of her bad behaviour. He went to her sick-bed with a
HE group of pictures on the opposite page has been heavy heart, but found her, to his amazement, entirely changed.
constructed from some rough sketches by the Rev. She had been made deeply sensible of the wickedness of her own
W. J. Richards. They illustrate several familiar heart, and often retired by herself for private prayer. She
features of the interesting Mission in Travancore, spoke calmly of her own expectation that death was very near,
South India. That Mission was fully described, urging Mr. Davis to “call aloud” upon the natives round to and also illustrated, in the GLEANER of October, 1879, to which turn to God. This woman recovered, and soon after both she
number we would ask our readers to turn back. Of the present and her husband applied for baptism. Taiwunga joined them, sketches Mr. Richards has kindly given us the following explanaand February_7th, 1830, the first public adult baptism took tion : place in New Zealand, when tears of love and penitence fell fast Sketches 1, 3, 8, and 12 are of Syrian Christians. No. 1 is a Cattanar from eyes that had delighted in scenes of blood and cruelty, and Kasheesha, or priest, attached to the church of Ranni, interesting from lips, once familiar with bad words of every kind, earnestly declared their purpose and desire to fight manfully under Christ's during his explorations among the Syrian churches of Travancore
Our friend was sitting in the cabin-boat kindly lent us by Mar T. banner, against the world, the flesh, and the devil. E. D. Athanasius, cousin and successor of the late Mar Athanasius, the reforming
Metran or Bishop of the Syrian Church. The Syrians of Ranni at the advice, consultation, or friendship. Llere under the sare ro »f is the time of my visit were so torn by faction that the only solution possible, boarding-school for girls, and the little book and tract depôt for the conin the opinion of the heathen magistrates, was to order the reforming venience of the colporteurs and others; and in the compound or grounds party to hold the church for one week, and the non-reformers for the surrounding the house is the boys' boarding-school, the slave school for next. No. 3 is the portrait of a Syrian deacon of the ancient church at training teachers of that class under the care of one of my divinity Neranam, said to have been built by St. Thomas, a most interesting old students, and last, but not least, the church of the district. Large and church, full of carved beams and other evidences of ancient grandeur; rather unfinished, it has a less happy appearance than the little village but one is full of sadness to see its present state of dirt and decay. The church of Caviur (No. 9), or Kapiur (the monkey town). I believe the Syrians have seven ordinations before a man can become a full priest, and congregation have tiled their little house of prayer since I sketched it. one often sees little boy deacons of twelve cassocked and tonsured. The No. 11 is the fine well-constructed church at Mavelikara, built in whole priesthood is hereditary in certain families,
or in part by a legacy from Mrs. Hannah More. The famous Rev. No. 8 is the sexton, or Kapiyar, of Neranam Church, and wears the Joseph Peet, father of the Southern District, Mavelikara, was the usual lay dress.
architect and builder. There used to be an obelisk in front of the west No. 12 is a pretty little Syrian girl standing mermaidenwise in the entrance, between it and the covered gateway of the sketch, on which were water near our boat, not far from Talawadi. The ornaments on her neck the letters of the sacred Hindu word OM or AUM, wbich symbolises are golden coins : spade sovereigns or Venetian ducats being often seen, the Hindu Triad, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, and the repetition of which is with little gold pieces of native make between the larger ones. Our little supposed to be all-powerful to facilitate absorption into the godheadfriend rejoices in the sweet name of Mariam, or Akka, or Chachi. She mere annibilation. It can only be uttered or seen by Brahmans, as the has her ears bored, and they are now being stretched by coils of palm-leaf, other castes in Hinduism have no real part in things sacred. Under this a cruel freak of fashion against which a strong and practical protest is made word was the text in Malayalam, “The blood of Jesus Christ His Son by the wisest of our Native clergy. These dear little girls are such as you cleanseth us from all sin." So the obelisk was a defiance and a gospel. would see, kind reader, if you were to visit Mrs. Baker senior's school at The slab, with inscription, is now in the porch of the church. The Cottayam, established with the aid of the late Mrs. J. Fenn, of Blackheath, beautiful tall trees on each side the church, seen also peering above in 1820, and since carried on with affection and patience by Mrs. Baker, the roof of the Cottayam Mission-house, are the Australian casuarinas, now the oldest veteran of India's Mission-workers. But in this school, or sheoaks, or whip trees, well-known in India and Ceylon, and becoming Mrs. Henry Baker's, or any of the boarding schools throughout the quite a feature in the landscape, and, in Travancore, landmarks to the Mission, our little friend would have to don a white jacket, embroidered, traveller, as they are always found near a Mission-house or public after the fashion of the Syrians, with wondrous needlework round the building, and are seen from a great distance. Under the shade of the neck opening, at the wrists, and up the sides. Button-hole and crewel tower lies all that was mortal of Rev. Joseph Peet, who returned to stitches in Native silk thread like old gold look very effective on these Mavelikara the last time, as he told the Committee, in order to be buried white jackets, and the work is much admired in England.
among his converts, and his death took place within a few months of his Sketches 2 and 4 call to mind our Mission-work among the heathen, , re-laoding in India. He left 3,000 spiritual children to mourn his loss. and, as it happens, represent phases of work among possibly the most de- Let our last sketch, No. 10, speak to us for the high caste Hindus, men graded class in the known world, the “slaves" or Pulayans of Travancore. and women. This is a portrait of a student in the matriculation class at No. 2 represents the Rev. J. Caley, myself, and the Native horsekeeper Cottayam College. Many a time did Mr. Bishop and myself, in our (a Christian named Warugisa) crossing one of the paddy fields during the alternate work in the Bible hour, day by day, impress upon Velu Pilla the monsoon. On the rising ground in front is Peranturutti “church” or way of the Gospel; but so far in vain. His kudumi, or sacred lock worn prayer-house, in the Tiruwella, a district the object of our visit. It is a by the Malayalis, or western coast Hindus, in front, to keep them, says Sunday sketch, and reminds me of many a pleasant Sabbath, in the the legend, on this side India and distinguish them from other Hindus, vacations of the Cambridge Nicholson Institution (our divinity college), proves that he is still devoted to the worship of the false gods of his spent with the Rev. J. Caley in his district, and generally utilised for country. I remember seeing in one of his class books a prayer in visiting the little "slave.” congregations scattered here and there among English, that the great God would help him and give him good luck to pass the rice fields and cocoanut plantations. One point to be made sure of in his examination. He did matriculate after much patient waiting. the catechising during the sermon, was whether the people grasped this truth of the Bible, that afflictions, diseases, and death came from God our heavenly Father, and not from the malice evil spirits, as the heathen think. Mr. Caley used to lay great stress upon it.
“MR. LEAF." No. 4 is a sketch taken by moonlight on the Pallam river just opposite EAR EDITOR,—When travelling through the Chu-chee district last the Bishop's landing-place. Mr. Cole, the Superintendent of the Mission December, a man who had been baptized about a year before said press, and I were making a tour to see Malapalli Pastorate in a Native to the catechist, Matthew Tai, “When you passed through my boat, and came across the dug-out with two men. Hailing them to give village last summer why did you not come and see me ?,” Matthew Tai them some new tracts just printed, we were agreeably surprised to find answered, "I passed through in the night; besides, I did not know where that they were “ brethren” of the Pallam congregation on their way to a your house was.” The man answered, “You should have asked the first prayer meeting. The sketch was made while our
boat was moored to the person you met where Teang (Leaf), the disciple of Jesus, lived, and he side, and our men were “ taking their rice” on the bank. As the night would have told you. Every one knows the disciple of Jesus. There was chill the travellers are wearing rather more “cloths” (not clothes) is no one else in the village worships Jesus but myself, and every one than usual. My companion is stretching his legs on the bank and
kuows me.” admiring the bright reflection of the moon in the waters of the flooded When these words were said I was resting in Mr. Leaf's house during rice-fields beyond.
one of the long walks from one station to another (S-kya-n to Wang-doNo. 5. Have my readers ever heard of a “church in a tiger jungle"? fang). I had never visited the village before, it not being on the road we The Rev. J. H. Bishop, a good brother missionary of Trichur (once of usually travel by. The room in which we were sitting was full of Mr. Cottayam College) has been writing to Missionary Leaves for help for Leaf's heathen neighbours, who evidently assented to the truth of his such a church. Well, here is a sketch taken eight years ago of this very remarks. This man is not only the only Christian in his village, but he church in its incipient state. As it was doorless and windowless in those has to walk a long, long way to find any one like-minded with himself. days, the church bell, Bible, and Prayer-book had to be carried thither Every Sunday he walks over one of the highest mountain passes in the every Sunday morning, and so my sketch bad delineated matters, but district in order to worship with his brethren at S-kao-u. By thus not space did not allow of the sexton appearing in the GLBANER with his bell working on Sunday, he at once practically gives one-seventh of his small and books on his head. Pattikád, the name of this little station near
income to God. When once more we were walking on our way, I Trichur, means tiger jungle, literally and euphemistically dog jungle. pondered much over this man's words, “ Every one here knows the
Nos. 6 and 7 are two Mission bungalows, the former at Cottayam, built disciple of Jesus." Happy, thrice happy Mr. Leaf! although despised by the Rev. Benjamin Bailey, so well known as the translator of the and spoken against for the Saviour's name sake now, the day is coming Malayalam Bible and Prayer-book, &c., one of the famous Travancore when the Saviour, before His Father and all the heavenly host, will triumviri, Bailey, Baker, and Fenn, who began the Mission to the confess that He knows you. Poor now, you will then be rich for ever. øyrians in 1816, as the result of Claudius Buchanan's appeal. It has of The poor cottage in the Chu-chee hills will be exchanged for the heavenly late been the Principal's house for the Cambridge Nicholson Institution mansions, and the taunts and sneers of the heathen for the songs of the since 1857, and close by are the Institution, and the Model School with redeemed and the glories of heaven. its 100 scholars. The tree to the right with branches at right angles to I would say in conclusion, pray for Mr. Leaf that he may be kept the stem is the silk-cotton tree.
trusting in the Saviour, and that he may be the means of bringing many The other bungalow, No. 7, is at Tiruwella, occupied by the Rev. F. of his neighbours to the truth, so that be may no longer be able to say, Bower, and has for eleven years been the head-quarters of the Mavelikara “ There is no one else worships Jesus in the village but myself.” Mission. Here the missionary has summoned his schoolmasters and lay
ARTHUR ELWIN. helpers from time to time, and here the Native clergy have come for HANG-CHOW, January 30th, 1883.