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For the evangelization of this great multitude there are in the district of Cuttack, Messrs. Buckley, Miller, and Mulholland, one of whom is mainly occupied with the College and translation work, and another in superintending the Mission press. Then in the Ganjam district there is Mr. Bailey; in the Pooree district Mr. Waughan; and the Sambalpur district Messrs. Pike and Heberlet. In other words there are seven European missionaries for nine millions of people. That is to say Orissa, with its vast population, scattered over an area which has been estimated at sixty thousand square miles, has fewer missionaries and native preachers than there are General Baptist ministers and local preachers for the town of Nottingham, with its two hundred thousand inhabitants. . Or, to put it another way, if Nottingham were entirely dependent upon the resident General Baptists for its spiritual instruction, all other denominations being excluded, and all the people being heathen and idolators, even then it would be nearly fifty times better supplied with labourers than Orissa is now. Surely, then, in asking for half as many again missionaries and native preachers, the request will not be deemed unreasonable. With twelve missionaries instead of seven, Ganjam and Pooree might, as before, have two each, the high class mission school might be established, and fields, now entirely destitute, might be occupied.

Never before, in the history of the Mission, were the openings so numerous or the prospects so encouraging as at the present time. The great want is devoted men and women to occupy and possess the land. Well may a friend write, “England has yet to be aroused to her full sense of duty in sending the Gospel where it is yet unknown. Where so much is given, surely the corresponding return is required. I often feel as though I could scarcely bear to read or realize fully the accounts of those perishing in heathen darkness, because I feel I ought to go or send someone else to the rescue.”

Had the Committee the means placed at their disposal, they would be happy to select and send out half as many more missionaries as there are now in the field. Whether they shall be able to do this must depend upon the churches. Let there only be provided “half as much again.” money, then, by God's blessing, they will soon hope to find and send forth half as many again men.

In a letter dated December 9th, Dr. Buckley writes:—

“Wednesday the 6th was a memorable day with us, as we had the pleasure of welcoming our dear friends—Mr. Bailey, Mr. and Mrs. Mulholland with their two children, and Miss Bundy. Mr. Miller went in the Mission boat to meet them at Jumboo, which is on this side False Point. We had fully expected that they would be with us on Tuesday, but hour after hour passed, and no tidings were received. The time for the prayer meeting (6 p.m.) arrived, and we had thought how pleasant it would be to welcome back an old friend, and to greet several new ones with the good old hymn—

“Kindred in Christ for His dear sake
A hearty welcome here receive,’

but as our “kindred in Christ’ had not arrived we were denied the pleasure of singing it; still we thankfully acknowledged, as was meet, the goodness of our Heavenly Father in conducting them safely over the

A STORY OF DEGREESIN FOUR PARTS. 75 bosom of the deep, and bringing them near to us ; and we united in earnest supplication that their coming might be with a rich blessing to Orissa. Part of Romans fifteenth was read, and a few remarks made on the latter part of the twenty-third verse, and also on the twenty-ninth. The holy apostle, warmly as he anticipated his visit to the brethren at Rome, did not expect to be more than somewhat filled with their company;' and Christian intercourse, precious and profitable as we know it to be, has always, on this side of eternity, its drawbacks. In my own case one of the drawbacks to the pleasure of welcoming our friends was that I was suffering, and am still, from an unusually severe cold; but there was another Why have you not sent out more men to preach the gospel of the grace of God to this perishing people ? Has the earnest appeal sent from the last Conference been forgotten? We cannot be silent on this all important matter. We expect, next month, to welcome Mr. Young, and have no doubt that he will be very useful in the special work allotted to him, as well as a valuable helper in the work of the Mission: but remember, we are only somewhat' satisfied, and till the churches send out more faithful earnest ministers of Christ to labour in making known His gospel we cannot get, as we long to do, beyond the 'somewhat.'”

The Voyage to India.

BY REV. T. F. MULHOLLAND.

A STORY OF “DEGREES,” IN FOUR PARTS.

PART III.- PORT SAID TO CEYLON. THURSDAY, November 2nd.—This morn shade of vegetation-mighty Ben Nevis, ing we got safely away from the unin crowned with its eternal snow. In the viting town of Port Said. We have been latter, we had sand, sand, stretching out unnecessarily delayed entering the canal, in plains across which the eye sickened through a strike of the coal heavers. in the gaze. The canal itself, is a marThe British Government, during the late vellous piece of engineering. I hope Egyptian disturbance, have paid their British enterprise may perfect this great men very high wages. The Arabs have imperfect work. Two large steamers the idea that such a state of matters cannot pass each other, except when one should remain-hence they would only is tied up at the "garés” or stations, some put the coal on board our steamer at five miles apart. There is a system of wages considerably in excess of the usual signalling along the whole of the canal, pay. Our good commander was, however, but alas, the two balls and flag were alequal to the occasion. He found willing ways on our side of the house, and we hands in his own native Indian sailors were continually “tieing up." These who earned 4/- extra during the night. interruptions detained us well nigh three

The Suez Canal has been, I under days in this strip of water. We tied up stand, several times described in the for the evening at five o'clock, when, columns of the Magazine, but as a new through the kindness of one of the officers, generation is rising up among your read the younger portion of the passengers ers, perhaps a few words of description enjoyed a race in the sand. My two little may not be unacceptable to them. The boys tumbled head over heels to express “Caledonian” was traversed by brother their joy on terra firma,—the firma only Hill and myself in September last. But in compliment, because we sunk to the what a contrast between the scenery of

knees at every step. the Caledonian and the Suez Canal. In We were of course anxious to see the former we had some of the grandest some of the relics animate, or inanimate, sights on which the eye could rest of the late war, but alas! we had to chew mountain, strath, and glen, with every the end of disappointment, if we except

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two cut-throat like Egyptians who squat-
ted on the bank of the canal some miles
from Ismailia. While looking along the
waste of sand, we were suddenly startled
by witnessing that peculiar phenomenon
—the mirage. There you have it—a
beautiful lake, in which islands full of
palm trees, lend a pleasing effect. It has
a hurry look which only enhances its
beauty. How like the pleasures luring
the heedless Christless soul—they follow
it when too late, they find nothing but a
shadow and a disappointing waste. We
had also the pleasure(?) of passing through
a sand-storm, the approach of which made
us beat a hasty retreat to our cabins.
Scripture figures of speech are now being
better understood by us. We know now
what the prophet meant in the words—
“A man shall be a hiding place from the
wind, and a covert from the tempest,” and
ere long I suspect we shall feel the force
of the other part of the verse.
Saturday, 4th-Yesterday we passed
Ismailia, now better known as the base of
Sir Garnet's operations. We had a very good
view of the Kedive's winter palace, quietly
nestling in the midst of what appeared
to be beautiful gardens. To-day, about
one o'clock, we dropped anchor in the
gulf of Suez, some two miles from the
city. The agent brought us some wel-
come letters, telling of loved ones at
home. No passengers went on shore,
owing to the short time we were to
remain. We were, however, boarded by
some fruit merchants (?), but fruit and
men formed a poor turn-out for the land
of Goshen.
The town of Suez, has a much more
pleasing effect than Port Said. Several
very large and well-constructed buildings,
including a handsome mosque, were
clearly seen through the field glass. The
appearance of the ship's agent and one or
two Europeans who accompanied him,
spoke well for the health of the town.
But farewell Suez, our anchor is up, and
we are off down the gulf.
Sunday 5th.-This morning we are
having a pleasant run down the Gulf of
Suez. Being up by sun rise, we had a
capital view of the Sinaitic range of
mountains. The exact peak said to be
Mount Sinai we passed about two this
morning, which was to several on board
a great disappointment. It is understood
that we also passed, during the night,
the place where the children of Israel
crossed the Red Sea. Here flying fish
abound, and we are not a little interested
in their pranks. Speaking of flying fish
and the Red Sea, I am reminded of a
story told in Scotland, which may be new
to your readers. The sailor son of a pious

Scottish dame (unhurt by the spirit of the age) had just returned from his first voyage to India. He told his mother that in the Red Sea there is a mark made from shore to shore by the rust from Pharaoh's chariots, and also that in this sea the fish fly. The mother's reply is characteristic of not a few of her country women—“Ah, my bairn, you shouldna tell lees to your auld mither. Whoever heard of fish fleeing? But, as to Pharaoh's chariots, of course that is richt eneuch. Have I'no read the story fifty times with my ane e'en.” I saw the fish “flee”; but, to the best of my knowledge and belief, I did not see the rust. Thursday 9th.-We are now in the Red Sea proper, and it is beginning to feel warm. The thermometer in my cabin indicates 88°, and last night it rose to 91°. A complete change of garments has taken place. My complete covering could go inside a dress-hat. To-night it was rather amusing to see not a few of the passengers looking all over the deck for a quiet place for a shake down, Poor hamlet’s “too, too solid flesh, would melt.” in double quick time had he taken a sail down the Red Sea. Friday 10th, 6.30 a.m.—We are now leaving the Red Sea, which has interesting features peculiar to itself. Its waters are not red, but a beautiful ultramarine which has a very pleasing effect on the eye. The hills of Arabia form a striking background on the left. They are rugged, barren, and “very dry.” We were not sufficiently near the shore to recognise any of the small towns, the producers of Britain's favourite coffee. We are now passing Perim, the Gibraltar of the Red Sea. It is a dreary place, the soldiers in which are to be pitied, It is, however, a most important military position—so much so, that our Government are to be commended when they raised on it the Union Jack. In the hands of an enemy our short Indian route would be cut off. It is whispered this morning that there was some anxiety in regard to the safety of the ship last night, two small rocks, generally passed in daylight, lay close to our path. Our delay in the canal compelled us to pass them in the darkness. Our commander looked this morning as if he had not made the acquaintance of his bed during the night. We were, however, unconscious of our danger, hence our sleep was undisturbed. Fit emblem of real life. We are, in the midst of a thousand forces that seek to crush us, but He who neither slumbereth nor sleepeth keeps his people in perfect safety. 3 p.m.—The port of Aden is now in sight. The town is not seen until we enter the harbour. We appear to be sailing right on a formidable rock, topped by a flag-staff. Suddenly the town of Aden breaks upon our view, and we are compelled to acknowledge that it is a great improvement on our last go-ashore place–Port Said What appears to be a military barracks is the first distinct building we see. To the left of it is a neat little church (afterwards discovered to be Episcopal); right below it, on the sea shore, there are some fifty or sixty tents picturesquely laid out. But our attention is now taken off the town by approaching objects, which we discover to be diving boys in primitive canoes. The lads are almost in a state of nudity, sitting in their frail barks, which they propel in a marvellous way. “Have a dive, have a dive,” they shout “Sulpher, sulpher” (silver, silver,) they call for. One of the passengers threw out a small silver coin, and suddenly half-a-dozen are below the water. Have they got it? Yes, before it was a yard under the surface. It is perfectly astonishing how they get the coins thrown out at random. Not one out of the many was lost. The anchor being dropped, we were visited by a host of vendors of ostrich feathers. The prices being exceedingly low in comparison with their value in England, our lady friends made extensive purchases. Four feathers, started at £2 10s., went at the “tremendous sacrifice” of 5s. The view from the ship is rather pleasing. On shore, all the sights of an Oriental town were present in abundance. Camels and donkeys had to be avoided in the street. Arabs prostrate in the dust in supplication to Allah, while right along side this devotee, others were employed in what was practical worship of “the other

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THE, Rev. T. Bailey writing to the Secretary, says:–

Cuttack Dec. 22, 1882.

My dear brother,-We arrived at the end of our long journey on Wednesday, Dec. 6, having been exactly seven weeks on the way. The “Goorkha” was four days late in arriving at Calcutta, and we should have been delayed another week, had not Mr. Sykes made arrangements for transhipping ourselves and baggage to the coasting steamer direct, as that ship was to leave for False Point at daylight the following morning, and it was late at night when we arrived on board. We did not, therefore, land in Calcutta, and my com

person.” Those who were at the trouble and expense of driving to the large water tanks were rewarded by seeing stupendous reservoirs dug out of the solid rock. They are at present well-nigh empty, there having been no rain for nearly two years. This fact accounts for the arid appearance of the town and surrounding hills. Were it not for the beneficent invention of condensation, Aden would be sadly off for water. The average native seems low down in the scale of moral and intellectual culture. The missionary would not have his work to seek in the evangelization of such a people. Altogether we were agreeably disappointed with Aden. It is by no means the miserable Oriental town that some anticipated. It nestles in the midst of rocks and mountains which form a natural barrier against an enemy. In the hands of British military engineers it could be made another Malta.

Wednesday, 15th.--To-day, we are “far, far, at sea” in the Indian Ocean. Failing other objects of interest, our attention is taken up with flying fish, Oriya, and eating—the last not least. To-night, I spent some time on the forecastle seeing the action of the “Goorkha,” on the phosphorus, which abounds in these latitudes. The ship seems sailing through a sea of molten silver. Ever and anon a shoal of fish was divided by the bow of the steamer, and they flew through the waters like threads of electrictiy.— “Marvellous are thy works O God.”

Friday 17th.-We are nearing Ceylon, towards which we are straining our eyes. The description of Colombo, and the effects of the spicy breezes, must be left for another letter.

panions had not the privilege of making an acquaintance with its famous bazaars and palaces. Our movements here were so quick that friends in Orissa did not find time to complete their arrangements for meeting as, and when we arrived at False Point there was no certain information as to what were our prospects of completing the journey of more than 50 miles to Cuttack. Happily we found a travellers' bungalow at Jumbo, near by, and with food procured from the boat's servant, made a sufficient dinner, and then extemporized arrangements for spending the

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night. At about eight o'clock, however, we heard footsteps in the verandah, and immediately afterwards Mr. Miller walked in, looking hale and hearty, bringing us good news and good fare; and having hastily packed our things, we proceeded in a jolly-boat to join the mission boat “Herald,” which had been moored in the canal on the other side of the lock. Our anxieties were now at an end, and though our further progress was slow, it was all in the right direction, and we arrived in Cuttack at the time I have stated, thankful to our heavenly Father for all His great goodness to us. After an absence of nearly two years it was pleasent to me to receive a kind and hearty welcome, and that accorded to the other friends was not less cordial. All the friends are looking well,—Dr. and Mrs. Buckley better than when I left them, and Miss Packer the same, and we soon found them to be as busily and heartily engaged in earnest Christian working as in former days. The new school-rooms are a handsome— almost a splendid—block of buildings; admirably adapted for the special objects they are intended to serve, and an ornament to the town and station. Their attractiveness is enhanced, moreover, by the large area of land—several acres in extent—which has been enclosed in front of them; the proximity of the whole to the chapel and other mission premises also adds greatly to their convenience and value, and we may now express the hope that their capacity, as a working centre, will be fully tested and abundantly

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utilized. The new verandah which has been added to the chapel looks well, and affords grateful and much needed shade. This improvement requires to be completed by adding acorresponding verandah on the other side of the chapel, which I hear is to be begun upon an early date. Dr. Stewart is abounding in faith and good works, and is now contemplating the erection of another large block of buildings for European orphanage premises for boys and girls. The site selected is that of the premises used heretofore as the second female orphanage, and is in the mission compound. The plans have been prepared, and the ground measured—part of the materials are stored in readiness for beginning the work, and other arrangements are well forward. As shewn in the plans these buildings will also be handsome and substantial, and the institution is much needed in the province. The books we brought with us from the Tract Society have proved a very valuable consignment, and a large portion of them has already been sold in connection with the book-room. The native Christian community appears prosperous, and our welcome from them has been warm and hearty. The congregations—especially the native one on the Sunday afternoon—are good. Our new friends are well and rapidly getting into harness. We are just on the eve of Conference, and the brethren are arriving from the different stations. I must, therefore, leave other matters to be dealt with at another time.

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CHRISTMAs has come and gone. As if sympathizing with the tastes of us English at such a time, the weather on Christmas Eve suddenly changed from the enervating sirocco to the bracing air that comes from the north, and on Christmasday, while you in England were having a steady downpour of rain, we in Rome were enjoying a hard frost. But Thursday, Dec. the 28, was of more importance than Christmas-day at Via Urbana. Never did our Sala look so nice as then. The walls were beautifully adorned with festoons and wreaths of evergreens, which we owed to the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Rylands, who also sent a quantity of oranges for the children.

At half-past four the children came and enjoyed themselves, as they pleased, till six o'clock. Then, together with their parents and a few others, they addressed themselves with zest to coffee, sandwiches, buns, etc. At 7 o'clock the scene changes. The children are seated radiant and expectant around the piano, at which Mrs. Shaw presides, Near to them are a few visitors, and the rest of the hall is occupied by parents, members of the church, and such of the public as have found an entrance through the side door, except a space in the centre, where towers, in all its glory, a beautiful Christmas-tree. Its upper boughs are heavily laden with snow (artificial of course) while numerous flakes glitter also

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