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LETTER FROM THE REV. GOPENATH NUNDY.

LETTER FROM THE REV. GOPENATH NUNDY.

LET our readers look back to our
March Number, and they will see
how this good man stood firm in
the late fearful persecution in In-
dia. The account of his trials was
called, Story of a Native Mission-
ary in India."
We have met with
a letter which he has written since
his escape, and lay a part of it be-
fore our readers.

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to bring us to renounce the Christian faith, brought, forward all the threats which a wicked heart could invent. He threatened to take off all the limbs of our bodies, and thus torture us to death; but when he saw that these even had no effect to change our creed, he then promised to give us riches, land free of He says:rent, and other worldly grandeurs ; "The saving of our lives was a but, thanks be to God, he soon remiracle. Other dear Christians, ceived a negative answer. His next both European and native, were attack was on my poor wife, who, exposed to similar dangers, but though naturally a timid woman, most of them were slaughtered. yet at that moment she was astonNo less than ten or twelve times ishingly bold in declaring her faith. we were brought to the very brink Well may I insert the sweet words of the grave. Every thing ap- of our blessed Lord-'And ye shall peared as against us. The sun be brought before governors and beat upon us with all its powerful kings for my sake, for a testimony rays; the hot wind-of which you against them and the Gentiles. cannot form any conception, as you But when they deliver you up, take were never in the country-pierced no thought how or what ye shall like deadly arrows; the sword hung, speak, for it shall be given you in and was ready to fall upon us, to that same hour what ye shall speak: divide our bodies from our heads; for it is not ye that speak, but the starvation and nakedness brought spirit of your Father which speaketh our mortal frames into a state of in you.' Surrounded as she was wretchedness; yet none had power by no less than a hundred infuriated to injure us, because such was not and savage-looking men with drawn the will of our heavenly Father. swords, ready to inflict torture, yet Again, the trials were so great and she defended her faith most gloriincessant, that nothing but the grace ously. When the moulwí appealed of God alone kept us faithful. The to her, and said what he would do moulwí, when foiled by arguments—thinking, no doubt, that her na

LETTER FROM THE REV. GOPENATH NUNDY.

tural weakness would yield to his
proposals, but not knowing that a
greater power than his was directing
and supporting her - she humbly,
and yet with a loud voice, declared
that she was ready to undergo any
punishment he would inflict, but
would not deny her Master and
Saviour. While the man was argu-
ing with me she felt somewhat as-
sured that we should be called to
seal our faith with our blood. She
began to teach the little boys in
presence and in hearing of all; and
thus she said, "You, my sweet
children, will be taken and kept as
slaves, when we will be killed, but
do not forget to say your prayers
every day; and when the English
power is re-established, fly to them
for refuge, and relate the circum-
stance of our end.'
And, while
instructing, she was kissing them
all the time. This pitiful scene no
doubt touched their hard and stony
hearts. The moulwí ordered us to
be taken into the prison, and kept
for a future occasion. Thus came
we out through our fiery trials,
praising and glorifying Jesus for
giving us grace and strength to con-
fess Him before the world.

"A short account of the Futtehpur native Christians I am sure will not be uninteresting. All of them, with their families, remained in the mis

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sion premises to the last moment. When the mutineers attacked and burnt all the houses, they then fled in different directions. Some of them, after crowding in jungles for more than a month, came to Allahabad for shelter: the others, no one knows whether they were killed by the mutineers or fell victims to the climate. One family, a man and his wife, who were both baptized and admitted into the Christian church, were caught by the mutineers. One of the man's hands

was cut off, and the woman, after being savagely treated, was shorn of her hair. The English army arriving in time saved their lives. They are now at Allahabad.

"This heavy chastisement which our heavenly Father sent upon His own people is doubtless to humble us to the dust, to convince us of our weakness, and to make it a means to draw us nearer to Himself. But something more than these He has in view; that is, that His blessed gospel may not only be freely preached but believed by the inhabitants of this land. All those rajahs, nawabs, pundits, and moulwís, who were bitter enemies to Christianity, and who, hitherto, stood as a great barrier to the propagation of His true religion, will no more be obstacles in the way:

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POETRY-LINES TO A MISSIONARY.

most of them had joined this mutiny, and now they are daily paying the penalty of their wickedness, and we have every hope and belief that the gospel will have a free course throughout the length and breadth of this dark benighted land; then the declaration of the Scripture will

be fulfilled, 'that, at the name of Jesus, every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.'

"THAT'S THE NAME."

THE simple message which our mis-
sionaries go forth to proclaim is that
very message to which our attention
was directed in the commencement-
the simple message, that "Christ
Jesus came into the world to save
sinners." I remember, not a great
while ago, reading of a party of
Hindoos into whose hands a number
of religious tracts had fallen, and in
which tracts they had read something
about the Lord Jesus Christ. Having
read that little something, they were
anxious to know and to read more;
and having heard that a Christian | given."-Rev. M. C.Osborne.

missionary was preaching at some
considerable distance from them, they
journeyed thither for the purpose of
hearing from his lips "the words of
this life." They listened with great
interest and attention to him during
a portion of his discourse, until he
came to pronounce the name of the
blessed Saviour; and then they inter-
rupted him in an ecstasy of delight,
exclaiming, "Ah! that's the name!
that's the name!" That is the
name; "the name to sinners dear;"
and, thank God, "the name to sinners

Poetry.

LINES TO A MISSIONARY.

"Have ye counted the cost?
Have ye counted the cost?
Ye warriors of the cross,

Are ye fixed in your heart for your Master's sake,
To suffer all worldly loss?,

Can ye bear the scoff of the worldly wise?
Can ye pass by Pleasure's bower,

To watch with your Lord on the mountain side,
Through the dreary midnight hour?

"Oh, the banner of love!
Oh, the banner of love!
'Twill cost you a pang to hold;
But, 'twill float in triumph the field above,
Though your heart's blood stain its fold.
Ye may count the cost,
Ye may count the cost,
Of all Egyptia's treasure:
But the riches of Christ ye cannot count,

His love ye cannot measure."

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I TOLD you last month how the Boers While Dr Livingstone was absent

hated Sechele and his people, because they would not be their slaves. They were always threatening to attack them, and at last they kept their word.

November 1858.

from the place in 1852, four hundred Boers attacked Sechele, and after killing a good many of the people, carried off two hundred of the schoolchildren into slavery. They showed

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their hatred of Dr Livingstone, as manded that I should be in their being the black man's friend, by kingdom, and I refused; they deplundering his house. He says:manded that I should prevent the "The books of a good library-my English and Griquas from passing. solace in our solitude- were not I replied, These are my friends, taken away, but handfuls of the and I can prevent no one of them. leaves were torn out, and scattered | They came on Saturday, and I beover the place. My stock of medicines was smashed, and all our furniture and clothing carried off, and sold by public auction."

They pretended to think that the missionary had taught Sechele and his people to fight, and this was the way they revenged themselves.

Sechele's wife escaped with the greatest difficulty to Mr Moffat's station at the Kuruman, where she told the sad story. She and her baby had been hidden in a cleft of a rock, while the Boers were just over her head firing their guns. Her little child began to cry, and terrified lest this should attract the attention of the Boers who were so close to her, she took off the bracelets from her arms as playthings to quiet the child. She brought a letter with her to Mr Moffat, of which Dr Livingstone says the following is a literal translation :

"Friend of my heart's love, and of all the confidence of my heart, I am Sechele; I am undone by the Boers, who attacked me, though I had no guilt with them. They de

sought them not to fight on Sunday, and they assented. They began on Monday at twilight, and fired with all their might, and burned the town with fire and scattered us. They killed sixty of my people, and captured women, and children, and men. And the mother of Baleriling (a former wife of Sechele), they took prisoner. They took all the cattle and all the goods of the Bakwains; and the house of Livingstone they plundered, taking away all his goods. The number of waggons they had was eighty-five, and a cannon; and after they had stolen my own waggon, and that of Macabe, then the number of their waggons (counting the cannon as one) was eighty-eight. All the goods of the English hunters were burned in the town; and of the Boers were killed | twenty-eight. Yes, my beloved friend, now my wife goes to see the children, and Kobus Hae will convey her to you.-I am Sechele,

"THE SON OF Mochoaselle." Sechele had before this sent his five children to Mr Moffat at

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