presence, and a thrill of sympathy is sent through the multitude, thousands and thousands of dollars are pledged on the spot, a pressing and heavy debt is liquidated at a single stroke, and hundreds resolve, in the strength of Judson's God, that they will in future consecrate all they have, and all they are, more unreservedly to the service of HIM who loved them and gave Himself for them. Such is one of the results produced, and no doubt intended, by HIM who is "wonderful in counsel, and excellent in working."

Another of the consequences of the war between Britain and Burmah, which was the immediate occasion of the dreadful sufferings of the missionaries, and a result, too, which seems to have been necessary for the very existence of the mission in subsequent years, was the acquisition, by Great Britain, as one condition of the treaty of peace, of several provinces, previously under the despotic government of the Emperor of Burmah. By the cession of Arracan, on the western coast, and of the Tenasserim provinces, consisting of Amherst, Tavoy, and Mergui, in the southeast, a safe asylum was provided for the missionaries, and for the Christian natives, when driven by persecution from Burmah proper, where they might worship God in peace, and pursue their labors of love for the heathen,

under the sheltering wing of the powerful and friendly government of England.

Now, never let it be forgotten, that for the provinces of Arracan, Amherst, Tavoy, and Mergui, the exclusive field of our present efforts for the salvation of Burmah, we are indebted solely to the kind providence of God, in the results of that very war, which was the occasion of such intense anxiety to the friends of missions in America, and of such unparalleled sufferings to the missionaries at Ava and Oung-pen-lay. Never let it be forgotten, that so far as we can now see, had it not been for that war, Our Burman mission must long since have been altogether abandoned, in consequence of that intolerant and persecuting spirit, by which our missionaries have been driven from those places under the government of the Emperor. How true is it that God maketh "the wrath of man to praise HIM; and the remainder of that wrath He restrains!"—" Verily, Thou art a God that hidest Thyself, O God of Israel, the Saviour !"

PRAISE FOR AFFLICTIONS.

CAROLINE FRY.

For what shall I praise Thee, my God and my King?

For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring? Shall I praise Thee for pleasure, for health, or for * ease?

For the spring of delight and the sunshine of peace?

Shall I praise Thee for flowers that bloomed on my breast?

For joys in perspective, and pleasures possessed? For the spirits that brightened my days of delight? And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by night?

For this I should praise Thee: but only for this,
I should leave half untold the donation of bliss;
I thank Thee for sickness, for sorrow, for care,
For the thorns 1 have gathered, the anguish I bear.

For nights of anxiety, watchings and tears,
A present of pain, a perspective of fears;

I praise Thee, I bless Thee, my King and my God,
For the good and the evil thy hand hath bestowed-

The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is flown,
They yielded no fruit, they are withered and gone!
The thorn, it was poignant, but precious to me—
'Twas the message of mercy, it led me to Thee!

SUBMISSION TO AFFLICTIONS

SWAINE.

There is a secret in the ways of God

With his own children, which none others know, That sweetens all he does; and if such peace, While under his afflicting hand, we find,

What will it be to see him as he is,

And past the reach of all that now disturbs
The tranquil soul's repose? To contemplate,
In retrospect unclouded, all the means
By which His wisdom has prepar'd his saints
For the vast weight of glory which remains!
Come, then, Affliction, if my Father bids,
And be my frowning friend: A friend that frowns
Is better than a smiling enemy.

SKETCHES OF MISSIONARY LIFE.

No. XII.-DEATH AMONG STRANGERS.

EDITOR.

"When languid nature, in deep fever burning,
Feels all her vital springs are parched and dry,
From side to side, still restless, ever turning,
And scared by phantoms of delirium by;
How sweet, but for a moment's space, to ponder
Surrounded by those bitter, burning things,
Where fresh cool life and gushing health flow yonder,
From pure, celestial, and immortal springs."

Edmeston.

It was in the month of October, 1826, that the Christian heroine, so lately escaped from the horrors of Oung-pen-lay, lay on her couch of suffering, in a newly-built house, at Amherst, a town then in the process of erection, as the place of government for the territory lately ceded by the Burmans to the British.

The burning brow of the sufferer, as she rolled from side to side, in her anguish, told of the raging fever that was consuming within. Dark-browed daughters of Burmah were noiselessly moving to and fro; but no mother or