The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-06-12

whilst myriads OF mosquitoes and other night
insects hoyered around US. The clusters Of
the gorgeous dafrGs that sprang profusely
around. looked wan and faccid In the twi-
light, whilst their huge blossoms closed their
cups in sleep. On the other hand. the plen-
nful mrabiis jalapd. opened wide its bright
crimson petals, emitting the richest odors.
deep silence reigned in our little group,
which was at length broken by the loud ex-
ciamation Of the Lascar:
Yaihahi, Sahib dekho r (Oh Allah!
Dehold sir II was one Of our row-boats.
ouf signals were renewed--were beheld.
sAin was sent ashore, and in il | perceived,
WIN JOY cannot paint, gentleman whom
: naa met before, Mr.. Lindquist
We were taken on board. My eyes first
rested on the thin, aitenuated form Of lady
"a whHe lady the first white woman had
seen Tor more than year! she was standing
on the lille deck Of the row boat, leaning
on the arm OF sickly looking gentleman,
with an intellectual cast of countenance
whom ] at once recognised the husband or
the brother
His dress and bearing pointed him out as
missionary. have said that had not beheld
white female for many days and now the
soothing accents offemale words fell upon my
ears, like household hymn Of my youth. My
wound was tenderly dressed, my head bound
up, and ! was laid upon sofa-bed. With
what thankful heart did breathe forth a
blessing on these kind Samaritans with what
delight did drink in the mild, gentle sounds
OF that sweet w0man's voice. She was seat
ed in large sort Of swinging chair, Of Ameri
can construction, in which her slight, emaciat-
ed, but graceful form, appeared almost ethe-
real. Yet with much of Heaven, there were
still the breathing of earthly feeling about her,
for at her feet rested babe-a little, wan ba-
by, on which her eyes often turned with all a
mothers love; and gazing frequently upon
her delicate features,wi fond yet fearful
glance, was that meek Missionary, her hus-
band! 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 perishing body her brown
hair was BRAIDED over a placid and a holy
brow,-but her hands those small, lily hands,
were quite beautiful; beautiful they were, and
very wan; for all they told Of disease-of
deaih-death in all its transparent grace
when the sickly blood shines through the clear
skin, even as the bright poison lights up the
Venetian glass which il is about to shatter
That lady was Mrs. Judson, whose long cap
tivity and severe hardships amongst the Bur
mese, have since been detailed in her publish
ed journals.
remained two days with them; two de-
lightiul days they were TO me- Mrs. Judson's
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 religion,-and
their adventures during long residence at the
court Of Ava, gained a heightened interest
from the beautiful energetic simplicity Of her
language; as well as from the certainty | felt
that so fragile flower, as she in very truth
was, had but brief season to linger on earth
Why is it that we grieve to think Of the ap-
preaching death Of the young, the virtuous,
the ready? Alas it is the selfishness Of hui
man nature, that would keep to itself the
purest and sweetest gifts Of Heaven, TO en-
counter the blasts and the blights of world
where we see them, rather than that they
should be transplanted to happier regions,
There ace see them not!
When left the kind Judsons, did SO with
regret. When looked my last on her mild,
worn countenance, as she issued some instruc-
tons to my new set of boatmen (for had pro-
cured fresh canoe.) felt my eyes fill with
prophetic tears. Tsey were not perceived;
we parted, and we never met again; nor is it
likely that the wounded Subaltern was ever
again thought Of by those who had succoured
him. III.
Mrs. Judson, and her child, died soon after
the cessation Of hostilities.