such an exalted view of the simple might of God that the obstacle seemed already gone. "Who art thou, O great mountain? before Zerubbabel thou shalt become a plain." I believe this is the natural feeling of one placed as I was; certainly I felt thankful for it, and the hour passed pleasantly as I thought how the bare word of God, if accompanied by the Spirit, could prevail against the whole force of Satan. I thought of my future field, and how the success of the truth there depended primarily upon our faith in prayer, and I determined to send home for help in this one thing, help which you can render us as well as any Christians upon. this side of the globe. We must have it. It will be long before the India Church reaches the strength of manhood. But why should we be discouraged? Can the labor of fifty years produce in India what the work of eighteen hundred and fifty years has effected in western lands? We are wonderfully blessed, when we think of the paltry means at command. Increase the agency if you are dissatisfied with present results, but be not dissatisfied. No missionary thinks of anything else than of giving thanks to God for His wonderful workings.

MADURA, Aug. 12.

At last I am at Madura, the king of cities and city of kings. It is the finest city in South India, and the seat of an ancient and powerful dynasty. But I must tell you, first, not what the city is, but how I got here. We left Dindigal on Friday afternoon, August 9, having been detained by the non-arrival of the carts containing our goods. I went in my bandy. H. tried the palanquin, as the road was bad, and a palanquin was at Dindigal which belonged at Madura. I left at

5.30 for a drive of thirty-eight miles; bullocks had been posted every seven miles. H. H. was to go with one set of men as far as Vadapatti, sixteen miles from Madura, and to leave an hour after me. I got along very well as far as Vadapatti. There Savarimuttu,

(Xavier Tamilized,) our faithful maty or head-servant, [who had been engaged at Dindigal,] had gone the day before to see his family, and I found him with the bullocks. I had told him to wait and accompany H. to Madura. But I got there first, and what was I to do? The relay-bearers that I had sent for from Madura were not there, and H. could not go on without them. It was midnight. I hesitated awhile, but, confident that they would come in time, I went on, telling Savarimuttu to take good care of Ammâl, (mistress,) and that I should send bearers on if I did not meet them on the road. So, with no little misgivings, I drove ahead.

Nine miles more and we should come to the river which runs by Madura, and is sometimes quite full. I should have had bullocks half-way to Madura, but by a blunder failed to post them. The bullocks were soon fagged out, and by the time we reached the river were really ready to drop. It was about half-past three in the morning, and never a wink had I slept thus far over this horrible road. The river certainly did not look very formidable, not more than quarter of a mile wide, and half of that dry. After a good deal of shouting and tail-twisting and beating, the bandy-man made out to get about ten feet forward. The bullocks then seemed very much inclined to lie down. Not relishing such an episode in my trip, I thought it high time to use my powers of persuasion; so I climbed through the front window on to the driver's seat, and

took the whip, the driver taking the reins and pulling. I shouted and yelled, punched and flogged, (I am not yet an adept in tail-twisting,) while the driver tugged and tried to cajole the yoke into proper practices; then he gave me the reins, and I jerked so hard that something gave way. Was it the bullock's nostril? fortunately not. Then I whipped off the lash, and sent the driver fumbling for it in the bottom of the river, in vain; then I broke the bamboo stock, and took the reins again. Finally, in despair, I rolled up my trousers, jumped in, and put my shoulder to the wheel. This was successful, and we reached the shore in safety, with the loss of the driver's whip and my voice. But in the midst of the river I had time enough to chuckle over the droll figure I cut, and to think of you orderly people at home.

The bullocks, after that, made out occasionally to get into a walk, but at daybreak I became discouraged, and got out, bound to walk into Madura, and scare up some bearers for poor H. So I walked ahead, looking at the tall towers of the great temple here, as they loomed up boldly in front, pointing out where the city lay. But a mile on I was met by a man driving a pair of bullocks. He bowed to the ground, and, guessing his business, I asked him, and found that Mr. Rendall had sent on these bullocks to meet me. So I walked back to my bandy, and then drove into Madura in fine style, reaching it a little after six. The first thing to do was to inquire about bearers. bearers were to be had, as the Rajah of Puthucotta, an independent prince, was on a royal pilgrimage to the famous shrines of Southern India, to have his little girl's hair cut by the temple Brahmans, and he had

I found that no

engaged all the bearers for his suite. The only thing to be done was to send back the bandy and post bullocks for H.; this we did, and she finally arrived. So we are safely here.

[The new missionaries were most cordially welcomed by the mission circle here. With some David was already acquainted, Mr. Capron, his Andover friend, residing in Madura at that time; and with all they were soon at home. "Indeed," he writes, "it is a most blessed thing this companionship here. You love everybody, and feel at home wherever you are." Here they were to spend the remainder of the year; and accordingly, as soon as arrangements could be made, they took possession of a portion of one of the mission houses, and settled down at housekeeping. It seemed somewhat like a new beginning of missionary life; how he looked forward to that life is seen in the following extract from a letter written during the journey to Madura.]

[TO REV. S. C. DEAN.]

DINDIGAL, Aug. 7, 1861. In India at last! . . . . The prayers and hopes of nine years are fulfilled: is there anything to bring a shadow over my face? India I tread upon; I see these false gods; I see men bowing to them. I have the whole, pure word of God in my hand, and the capacity of speech in my head. My work is plain and full in sight. Onward! . . . Onward! . . . . I went upon a tour last Sunday with Mr. White and Mr. Webb, and so had a look into a new phase of mission life and work. I enjoyed it, and it profited me, I hope, for I was

brought to look so closely upon this massive wall that Hinduism fronts us with, that I felt as never before how utterly a necessity in our work, to any successful issue, is the Holy Spirit. But do you never leap at the sight of towering obstacles, when you see in their presence a new and glorious opportunity for the arm of the Lord to be raised up? I have felt it somewhat; now I want it part of my ordinary current of thought and feeling, never to forget it, and ever thus to pray.