Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1839-06-14
MRS. IunSON

n DIulSu OihCSI, muJOi OulNSi Oump-
bell, describing an adventure in Ava" in
the year 1926, gives beautiful and affect
ing description Of Mrs Judson, the wife Of
the celebrated missionary in the Eas, Ind.
les. Major Campbell, then a lieutenant,
when descending the Irawaddi river, in a
canoe manned by Burmans, was attacked
in the night while asleep by his faithless
boatmen, and severely wounded and robbed.
When waiting on the beach with much anx-
ieiy and distress for the passage Of some
friendly bark, row-boat was seen approach
ing. Signals Of distress were made, and
skiff sent to his assistance. The fol-
lowing is the language Of the wrter.-
I'VE were taken on board. My eyes
first rested on the thin attenuated form of u
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 countenance-in whom
at once recognised the husband or the
brother
His dress and bearing pointed him out as
n missionary. have said that | had not
beheld white female for many days and
now the soothing accents OF female words
fell upon my ears, like a household hymn
of my youth, My wound was tenderly
dressed my head bound up, and was laid
upon sofa bed. With what a thankful
heart did breathe forth blessing on these
kind Samartansl with what delight did l
drink in the 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 inebriates I
She was seated in large sort OF swinging
chair, of American construction, in which
her slight, emacialed, but graceful form, APP
peared almost ethereal Yet with much of
heaven, there were still the breathings Of
earthly feelings about her for at her feet
rested babe, little, wan baby, on which
her eyes often turned with all n mothers
love and gazing frequently upon her deli
cate features, with fond yet fearful glance,
was that meek missionary, her husband
Her face was pale, very pale with that ex-
preston of deep and serious thought which
speaks of the strong and vigorous mind
within the fral and pershing body; her
brown hair was braided over placid and
holy brow,-but her han6s-those small,
lily hands, were quite beautiful; beautiful
they were, and very wan for ah they
told of disease-of death-death in all its
transparent grace-when the sickly blood
shines through the clear skim even as the
bright poison lights up the Venetian glass
which is about TO shalter That lady was
Mrs Judson, whose long captivity and St.
we're hardships amongst the Burmese, have
since been detailed in her published jour.
nails.
| remained two days with them two del
ighlful days they were to me- Mrs Jud-
nl IF fhal
first order, and the many affecting anecdotes
that she gave US of their long and cruel
bondage-their struggles in the cause of
religion-and their adventures during a
long residence at the court Of Ava, gained a
heightened interest from the beautiful en-.
ergetic simplicity Of her language as well
from the certainty felt that so fragile a
flower, as she in very truth was, had but a
brief season TO linger on earth Why is ii
that we greve 10 think OF the approaching
death of the young, and viruous the ready?
Alas it is sel6shness of human nature
that would keep to itself the pures, and
sweetest gifts Of heaven, TO encounter the
blasts and the blights OF world where
we see them, rather than that they should
be transplanted to happier region, WHERE
WE SEE THEM NOT
w men ieHthe kind Judsons | did so
with regret-When | looked my last on
her mud worn countenance, as she issued |
some instructions to my new set of boatmen,
I ielt my eyes ill with prophetic tears.
they were not perceived we parted, and |
we never met again; nor is it likely that the
wounded subatern was ever again thought
oil by those who had succoured him. Mrs
Judson, and her child. died soon after the
cessation of hostlilies."
Horrible. The Woonsocket, r. |. Patriot