Our prayer will be, in submission to God's will, that you may live until you have sent out to the world the volumes, which will not only shed their radiant light on the Scriptures, but will quicken and elevate the common mind of India.

"And now, dear brother, withdrawn as you have been by an afflictive dispensation of Providence, from your chosen and loved labors, allow me to say, in behalf of your ministerial brethren and other brethren and friends- We welcome you to your native land; we welcome you to the scenes of your early and manly youth; we welcome you to our worshipping assemblies; we welcome you to our hearts. As the representative of the ministers and private Christians present, I give to you this hand of cordial welcome, of sympathy, of approbation, and of love. And I believe, could all our denomination be collected in one vast assembly, they would require and empower some one to perform this service for them, or rather each one would prefer to give this significant token of love, and respect, and good wishes, for himself. Were it possible, and could your strength hold out, and your hand bear the grasp and the cordial shake of so many, I could wish that every one who loves the Bible and missions, might be his own representative, and give to you, as I do, the

hand of an honest, unchanging, and cordial good will."

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During the singing which followed, a gentleman was seen to pass rapidly up the aisle into the pulpit, and to embrace Mr. Judson with uncommon warmth and ardor, which was as ardently reciprocated; while the emotions which lighted up their countenances gave to silence more than the expressiveness of language. As the gentleman was a stranger to the audience, every one appeared deeply desirous to know who he was. He was soon, however, introduced to the assembly as the Rev. Samuel Nott, Jr., the only surviving member, besides Mr. Judson, of that first company of missionaries, five in number, sent out from this country by the American Board. Samuel Newell, Gordon Hall, and Luther Rice are gone to their reward. Mr. Nott, after remaining a few years in the mission field, was compelled to return to this country, and is now the pastor of the Congregational church in Wareham, Mass. As soon as he heard of the arrival of Mr. Judson, he set out with all speed for Boston, to greet him; and hearing that he was in the Bowdoin Square church, he had come there to see and to take him by the hand.

Being introduced to the audience by Dr. Sharp, with the request that he would gratify them with a few remarks, he said he had given the hand of fellowship to his brother Judson in youth, when they were fellow-students and fellowmissionaries. "" And," said he, "though on our reaching the missionary field he became a Baptist and I did not, yet I did not withdraw the hand of fellowship from my brother Judson." He spoke of their early conversations on the subject of missions, and said it was of no importance whether Adoniram Judson, Jr., or Samuel J. Mills, Jr., was the first who conceived the enterprise of foreign missions to the East. Of one thing he was sure: it was not Samuel Nott, Jr.; though he was also sure, that he had thought of it before any one had mentioned the subject to him. His belief was, that the minds of several had, separately and independently, been turned to the subject by the Spirit of God.

After some devotional exercises, the meeting was dismissed, and many improved the occasion to offer their personal greetings to the beloved missionary. He is in somewhat feeble health, and appears somewhat worn with labor, yet his step is elastic and energetic, and his hair very slightly gray. He is but little over 57 years

of age.

WELCOME HOME.

MRS. H. L. C.

Written on the occasion of a social gathering at the house of her brother-in-law, G. C., in Boston, Nov. 1st, 1845, to greet the return of Dr. Judson.

The man of God, O give him welcome home!
For many long and weary years he's roam'd;
And now, once more, he hails his native land;
O give him greetings warm, a brother's hand!

In a lost world's benighted, trackless waste
A pioneer, with messages of

grace,

He sought the wilds, where India's heathen gloom Binds men in darkness, worse than living tomb.

With heavenly truth he sought to make them free, No more to idol gods to bow the knee;

To know within them, all around, above,

The God that made them, and whose name is LOVE.

The desert bloom'd, the seed a harvest bore,
Rejoicing tribes a pardoning God adore;
A Saviour's love, the wond'ring heathen hear,
And with glad hearts receive, obey, and fear.
Receive him, then, the faithful of the Lord!
Who seeks not honors here as his reward,
But in the path his suffering Saviour trod,
Waits meekly for the blessing of his God.
Pray that our hearts, with his, one wish may know,
The bliss of doing good while here below;
That thus our crowns, with sparkling jewels bright,
May shine with lustre fair in heaven's own light.

THE VISIT OF THE VETERAN MISSIONARY.

MRS. T. P. SMITH.

Life's shifting drama brings our brother near,
Once more the voice of Christian love to hear
The green hills of his native land to roam-
To see the village church his childhood's home.

He left when life was green upon that brow
Which pain and anxious thought have furrowed now;
When hope lit up young manhood's flashing eye,
He left for Christ

in heathen lands to die.

But where is she, the gentle, lovely one,
Who leaned, a youthful bride, his arm upon?
O where is she, the truest of her kind,
Who left with him the broken heart to bind ?

Ask not the winds that o'er the Hopia blow-
Ask not at Amherst of the green-sward low
Ask of the choir with golden harps in Heaven -
'Tis there she sings 'mid happy souls forgiven.

Once more our brother hath been called to know
The widowed heart's unspoken, crushing wo;
St. Helena the touching tale will tell

Of the last hours of her he loved so well