The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1839-05-18
From the Mercantile Journal.
Mrs. JudsOn.

A British officer, Major Calder Campbell, de
scribing an adventure in Ava" in the year 1926
gives beautiful and affecting description of Mrs
Judson, the wife of the celebrated missionary ir
the East Indies. Major Campbell then Lieu
tenant, when descending the Irawaddi river in
canoe, manned by Burmans, was attacked in the
night while asleep, by his fathless boatmen, and
severely wounded and robbed When waiting
on the beach with much anxiety and distress fol
the passage of some friendly bark, a row boat was
seen approaching. Signals of distress were made
and skif' sent to his assistance. The following
is the language of the writer:
ave were taken on board. My eyes first rest
ed on the thin attenuated form of lady-a WHITE
lady the first white woman | had seen for more
than year! She was standing on the little deck
of the row boat, leaning on the arm of sickly
looking gentleman, with an intellectual cast OF
counenance-in whom | at once recognized the
husband or the brother.
His dress and bearing pointed him out as mis-
sionary | have said that had not behed a
white female for many days; and now the sooth-
ing accents of female words fell upon my ears like
household hymn of my youth My wound was
tenderly dressed my head bound up, and | was
laid upon a sofa bed. With what thankful
heart did breathe forth blessing on these kind
WIFI WHdL ucIlSul ulu L uIlIlk Ill lIe
mild, gentle sounds of that sweet woman's voice
as she pressed me to recruit my strength with
some of that :" beverage which cheers but not ne-
briates" She was seated lin large sort of
swinging chair of American construction, inwhich
her slight, emaciated, but graceful form, appeared
almost ethereal. Yet with much of heaven, there
were still the breathngs of earthly feeling about
her. for at her feet rested babe, little wan ba-
by, on which her eyes often turned with all a
mothers love; and gazing frequently upon her
delicate features, with fond yet fearful glance,
was that meek missionary her husband Her
face was pale, very pale; with that expression of
deep and serious thought which speaks of the
strong and vigorous mind within the frail and per-
ishing body; her brown hair was braided over
placid and holy brow,--but her hands--those
small, lilly hands were quite beautiful; beautiful
they were, and very wan for ah they told of
deah--death in all its transparent
the sickly blood shines through the
clear skin, even as the bright poison lights up the
Venetian glass which it is about to shauer! That
lady was Mrs. Judson, whose long captivity and
severe hardships amongst the Burmese, have since
been detailed in her published journals.
| remained two days with them; two delight
full days they were TO me. Mrs. Judsons powers
of conversation were of the first order, and the
many affecting anecdotes that she gave us of their
long and cruel bondage-their struggles in the
cause of relgon-and their adventures during a
long residence at the Court of Ava, gained
heightened interest from the beautiful energetic
simplicity of her language; as we'll as from the
certainty felt that so fragile flower, as she in
very truth was, had but brief season to linger
IN earth Why is it that we grieve 10 think on