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ON BOARD THE MISSION BOAT “ HERALD."
supreme effort the power will come. Had Moses the power to invade Egypt when he had nothing but a wife and an ass, and two sons, and the rod of God in his hand? Had he? Ah, no! God's calls are always to something quite above us and quite beyond us. We have not strength, nor patience, nor meekness for any work before we do it, but in the attempting of it. So to-day I say, God never does give funds before you want them. What have we to do, then, when these funds are insufficient ? Not lessen the work, but enlarge the giving. I know the state of trade; I do not think my congregation is at all as wealthy as it was twenty years ago. What of that? We must make up for poorer purses with larger hearts. Anyhow, there is God's call. It is the greatest dignity that can be conferred upon us to have such a high calling in Christ Jesus. If through fear we fall back further we shall lose our present power, and therefore hope; but if humbly, tremblingly, we endeavour to follow where God leads, then this high calling will itself work wonders for us. Our wings will become like the wings of the dove; our efforts will work power to love and power to labour. In one man's lifetime, that of my own father, the West Indies have been lifted from heathenism to spiritual life like that of England; a large part of Madagascar has been won for Christ; and to-day more than 100,000 members in India are on the list of Christian churches. We here take fortyfive years to double our members, but the church of Christ is doubling itself every ten years in India, and if my little child lives to be my father's age she will see India as Christian as England is to-day. China in 1845 had six converts, it now has 20,000. God is at work. If we had ears to ear we should hear Him say, Behold I make all things new,' and our eyes would see the springtide afresh on this wintry world. We must change our missionary text, and instead of making it. A thousand years are as one day,' we must make it 'One day is as a thousand years.' God grant we may have the manhood, the tenderness of heart, the allegiance, the love to take our share in this work. We must give sacrifices to this work; nothing, or else that cost us something. Either cold or hot; do not give what you can spare. If you do not give more than that, give nothing. The sacred hand of Christ demands a larger gift. So much gold out of somebody is so much grace into him—so much grace unto our churches. Let us do it. I am glad there has been no asking of contributions at this meeting, partly because I think that fifty men who could get up and say, 'I will give £10,' will, if they take till to-morrow, get up and say, 'I will give £20.'. We want you to put your thought and conscience to it. If it is worthy of your help, help it: if it is not, refrain. I trust that if, as I believe we have, we are enjoying the loving hand of God, I hope that we will have grace to follow Him."
On Board the Mission Boat · Herald."
MR. MILLER has furnished the following account of a trip on the Mission Boat “Herald,” which he took in July last. By means of the boat journeys can be taken in the rainy season, and which, without it, would be impracticable. Were the means forthcoming it is most desirable to have the boat bottom coppered, as every time it is taken into salt water it gets covered with barnacles, and these have to be knocked off, or the boat would be destroyed. Should any friends feel moved to render valuable service to the “Herald” by providing sheets of copper, we shall be glad to communicate with them on the subject. Mr. Miller writes :"Herald," Martsaghur Canal, Patra, are with me. The latter is in poor
July 12th, 1883. health, and I thought the trip might do We are now on our way home after him good. We left Cuttack on the 4th attending the Car Festival at Kendara inst., and had to go a considerable dispara, and visiting the New Location, as tance up the river before attempting to well as the Jumboo Station. Ghanu Paul cross—the river being so high, and curand one of the students, with Doolee rent so strong. The anicut is a source of
danger—to get carried over in a boat like ours would be certain destruction—we were, therefore, thankful to get into the canal, and to reach Kendarapara early next afternoon. This place has much improved and enlarged since I was last here. The canal has rendered it very accessible, and much benefited the town in many respects. The streets are in good condition, the people seem well to do. There being a Magistrate's as well as Munsif's Court here, people from all the large districts skirting the sea come here in large numbers. It presents a most inviting and important place for a mission station, and ought to be occupied at once—but, alas! where are the men!
The most influential zemindar here is very kindly-disposed, and is well spoken of as considerate to his ryots, and very kind to the poor. He placed a palkee and bearers at my service to attend the festival, and in other ways was very kind. On the occasion of my son Fred being at Kendarapara with me, he shewed him great kindness, and took him round in his buggy to see the sights of the place. He listened thoughtfully to what was said about the Lord Jesus, and received the books that were offered. He has a cousin also a zemindar who resides at Kendarapara, a rich man, but a most bigoted Hindu, spending immense sums on the entertainment of boisnobs, etc., who called in large numbers, and are fed etc., as longas they like to stay. There is no stint to the quantity of gunga supplied to these reputed holy men, who spend most of their time under the influence of powerful narcotics.
We preached and conversed with the people in several parts of the town, and had, on the whole, a good hearing. There is only one Christian family here, a policeman, his wife and three children. At two p.m. our labours at the festival commenced, and continued to 6.30 p.m. Happily we got possession of a large shed within a few yards of the car, and here the people surrounded us, and the interest was kept up to the last. At the commencement a brahmin of the temple seemed determined to oppose, and said some very provoking things as Ghanu spoke. I reminded him that his conduct was such as to lay himself open to a breach of the Penal Code. This had the desired effect; the brahmin retired, and did not again annoy us. Many heard well, and doubtless retired wiser and more thoughtful than when they came. Oh that they may be turned from darkness to light, and the power of Satan unto God. In consequence of the rain the attend
ance was comparatively small, as was the case at Pooree. We did not reach Hough Patna before two p.m. on Lord's-day. At four o'clock we had service in one of the houses, which was crammed full. We found two of the people down with fever. The others were well. Unhappily the head man and another had gone to Choga, not supposing I should come so soon. All were contented and hopeful in regard to the place. The trees I had planted on my former visit had grown and seemed healthy. These, with a row of cocoa nut trees, planted this time, in the centre of the village road, will give the place a pretty appearance when they grow up. An embankment to keep out salt water, which did so much harm last year, had been put up, and has done good service— the work will be completed next dry season. A considerable quantity of land not required by our people has been let to some ryots, whose homes are fourteen miles away. They have put up houses on our land, where they will remain with their cattle, etc., until the crops are realized. For miles all along the right bank of the canal the country was under water, the houses and trees of the villages being alone visible. Our land and village are on the left bank, and escaped the floods. These floods have driven tigers on to our side of the canal; and not long ago a fine bullock was seized at midday, while grazing on the canal bank, and killed by a tiger. A few days before our arrival another bullock was grazing a few feet from the canal, when a monster alligator suddenly appeared, seized the animal, and drew it under water immediately. This is, of course, a great loss to the owners, and makes our people careful when bathing in the canal. I, on my former visits, always had a bath, but on this occasion felt afraid. Early one mornas the “Herald” was nearing Martsaghur, a jackal, in the act of swimming from one bank of the canal to another, was seized midway by an alligator, and disappeared instantly. So much for the dangers of these parts. From Hough Patna we went on to Jumboo. Two of the lock-keepers are our people, and are married—one of them has four children. We had a service with them. As their houses are very damp and unhealthy they have decided to build at Hough Patna, and have their families there, four miles away. We then crossed the river, which has a depth of some thirty or forty feet, to the Jumboo Island. After ascending to the top of the telegraph office—a lofty and substantial building, now unoccu
NOTES FROM THE POOREE DISTRIOT.
pied—we had a splendid view of the anchorage, shipping, Hookeytollah, the top of Falsepoint Lighthouse, the Bay, with all the surrounding dense jungle. All this was quite new to my companions, who had never been here before. We then visited the postmaster, native doctor, and other persons in Government employ here. The former brought out a
Testament in English, which he much,
prizes, and reads regularly, with the names of brother Pike and Heberlet on
the front page—they gave it to him at
Kontilloo, where he was then stationed. He seems a thoughtful young man, and was much pleased to see us. The Jumboo head lock-keeper has a strange history. He is a Bengali brahmin ; was taken to the banks of the Ganges to die, and was
§ofts from the #00ret 3istrict.
BY REW. J. WAUGHAN.
IN concluding notes of a tour which were published in the last Observer, Mr Waughan gives the following “sundries.” He writes:—
We are endeavouring to build
left as dead by his friends; he somehow recovered, but dare not return to his home, as he was really dead as far as his friends were concerned. He became an outcast, and came to Orissa. I am sorry to say his narrow escape from death does not seem to have benefited him much, morally.
Cuttack, 18th July.—We got home last Thursday at noon, thankful to find all well. Our Choga carpenter I referred to has obtained his freedom, though every possible means was tried to get him to give up Christ. I am sorry to say cholera is bad in some parts of Cuttack. The fall of rain has been unusually large so far. Thanks for the news of the Association.
in the Piplee Bazaar, where Scriptures, Tracts, and other Christian books in Oriya, Hindustanee, Bengalee, and English, may be sold. We also hope to have much conversation there, and to preach from the door, as our friends do in Cuttack. I went to measure the land a day or two ago, and hope to build at the close of the cold season's itineracy, so as to open the room before the pilgrims come in May.
OUR Two BIBLE WOMEN
are working well, and have experienced scarcely any difficulty in obtaining access to Hindoo females. They are staid, respectable women, and the five months' work accomplished has been encouraging.
A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PoEM
has lately been written by a hindoo in
marriage is not proscribed, educed. It
THE CUTTACK AND Poor EE NATIVE
Some two months ago a Byragee in Pooree, reputed to be dumb, was said to cure spleen diseases by placing his foot on the part. On one occasion, however, his foot came down so heavily, that the patient instantly expired. The dumb Byragee was at once taken to the police station where, to every one's surprise, he found words where with to defend himself. He was sentenced to eighteen months (or two years) imprisonment.
The Pooree paper states that the brahmins, taking advantage of the recent number of pilgrims to Juggernath, watch them as a hunter does his prey, and having found an opportunity, seize them in the temple, force the sacred food into their unwilling mouths, and then run same Mr. Pike writes:—
after them demanding the pice which should be given if they had partaken willingly. This is Hindoo testimony— not Christian—and I make no remark. The latter paper, reporting a statement made by a bishop in China, to the effect that many Chinese refuse to listen to Christianity because it is introduced by the race who introduced opium, says that, whether in China or elsewhere, Christianity will not recommend itself unless those who introduce it—the English— recommend it by their life and practices. Idolatry will make use of any and every weapon, but it is sad that the practices of Englishmen should furnish such weapons, and thus hinder the gospel. The opium question is a vexed and difficnlt one, as those who read both sides of the matter know well, but we should indeed be grateful if the present government would face the question honestly and fairly, placing all other interests in subserviency to the moral one. This will probably involve present monetary
loss, and it may require not a little consideration and forethought to adjust the matter of Indian income, but we cannot help but feel that if an honest and candid attempt were made to overcome the difficulty, placing moral considerations above all others, it would eventually be overcome. Possibly there may be insincerity on the part of China, and she • may cultivate the poppy largely, and even consume as much as now, after we have ceased to deal in it, but this possibility—possibility, not certainty—will only have weight with those who do not make the moral question paramount. It is not a question whether the Chinese shall consume opium, but whether we shall induce them to consume it, and make gain of the consumption. I have seen enough in India already to convince me of its stupefying and vicious effects. All honour to the nobleman who upheld by the inspirer of all good actions, shall carry this matter through to the devoutlyto-be-wished-for consummation.
IN the Observer for October we gave some notes of a tour in the Central
Provinces of India by our devoted brother Pike.
In continuing the
is the name of the principal town in
PROOFS OF EARNESTNESS.
At a village named Manjapara the people were so thoroughly interested with what they heard that they hardly gave me time to swallow down my breakfast, and were with me the whole
day. In the evening I started off to another village near, and on my return was somewhat tired and quite ready for bed. But the people would not let me off so easily. They crowded into my tent, and there we sat talking on the one great theme—God’s love for sinners—till midnight, when they took a reluctant leave; and tired in the good work, but not of it, I fell asleep.
ONE OF A SORT.
The next day found us at Sanspur market, and my first purchaser was a man who wanted to know all about our religion, and so he said, putting down a rupee, “Give me one book of each sort that you have, or at least as many as that will buy.” You may be sure we gave him full value for his money.
We now returned to the first of the four markets referred to before, and I determined they should be visited a second time; so I sent the colporteur, Muni Swaye, to the other markets, whilst Bala Krishna and I went over new ground.
At Malidhi, a Kumipatia came to me
THE CENTRAL PROVINCES OF INDIA.
for conversation—his mind was evidently not at rest—he wanted more than the knowledge of one God whose glory is indescribable—even the knowledge of a Saviour, and this he had not got. He took a book home with him, and I believe he will carefully study it. A bear was killed by a villager close to our camp, and a few days after a second, which was brought to me for sale. We went on after the market to
in the midst of the jungles, named Mohulpali. The region was very wild; we constantly came upon traces of elkdeer, porcupine, bear, tiger, &c., and the very day we were there a leopard took a , calf at four o'clock in the afternoon. This was quite near to us, and I afterwards saw the dead body of the calf.
We found the people very simple, hospitable, and withal superstitious. Noticing a garland and kind of leaf crown on most of the trees around our tent, we asked what it meant, and were told that the trees had recently been married. I have reason to believe this was a happy expedient hit upon by the brahmins for extracting a “feed” from the villagers.
Passing again through Kuchinda on our way down, we came to Kata Kella market; here a “mother” of the Bamra rajah bought many books. We were now again on the (Bamra) king's high road, and had three days of jungle travelling, with no incidents of interest to record.
BAMRA GADA, or Forts.
At length we reached the rajah's place, but were disappointed to find that the rajah was not at home. He had been expecting us a fortnight before, but had given us up, and had had two tents pitched for our reception This rajah is far ahead of most of his brethren. The roads about his place were in beautiful order, and the whole place neat and clean. His palace and Kacheri, or hall of justice, were quite out of the ordinary, and the pile of white buildings, backed by a semicircle of rough bleak hills, made quite a striking picture. A waterfall which passes through a cleft in one of these hills supplies plenty of water, even in the hottest months, for all the rajah's gardens and plantations, of which he has Several. On a closer inspection of the buildings one was struck with the
singular mixture of Eastern and Western ideas and tastes.
We left a copy of each of our large books for the rajah, and gave some also to his son, a boy of about ten years. The little fellow was not quite satisfied, and bought a few pice worth of controversial tracts, which we had thought it best not to give.
We sold nearly six rupees worth of books here.
A Rough ExPERIENCE.
We left Bamra on Saturday afternoon when a storm burst upon us—such a storm of rain and hail as is rarely seen except in tropical lands—a refuge was near, we were told, and so it was, not more than a quarter of a mile off, but a quarter of a mile in such rain, it might as well have been ten miles, we were simply as if we had been dipped in a pond. However, when we reached the refuge, I was able to get at a top coat, and so when the clouds cleared we went on and reached our destination at dusk. To put up the tent was now out of the question—providentially there was a shed in the village which was watertight, and there we camped, servants, Kols, and all. It was rather close quarters, though it was rather jolly, too, after the exposure to lie on my bed and watch the progress of the cook as he got my dinner ready over a blazing fire a few feet off.
“THE EIGHT WILLAGES.”
We now passed southward through a most beautiful valley with high hills and jungles on either hand; it is called Athpada, or eight villages, but I should think at the present time there must be double the number. We went through this valley very slowly, for the people were more than usually interested, and hereto for the first time we sold several large books to brahmins. It is rarely they will spend a pice on a book; but at one village named Midnapoor, a brahmin gave five annas, and at another called Komaloi, another brahmin gave six annas for books. We sold on this journey altogether upwards of sixty-two rupees worth of books 1 Our faces were now homeward, and as it was beginning to get very hot, I thought it only prudent to hasten home, very thankful that I had been permitted to carry the “glad tidings” over so much new ground, and yet not a little saddened at the extent of the field and the fewness of the labourers. “Pray ye, therefore, the Lord of the harvest that He will thrust forth more labourers into His harvest.”