The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1884-07-23
At sundar-school IN lnola


4 An American woman who has re-
Gently travelled in India writes:
|. While in Cawnpore ! have had some
little chance to inspect the American
missionary work which is being prose-
Ecuted here. The American Methodists
seem to have taken India by storm,
Just as the Baptists have British Bur
nah.
/ I stopped over Sunday at the pleas
ant home of Mr.. and Mrs. A. j. Max
well One morning we rode over to
Miss Eastman's zenana-school where
| our American teachers are educating
English and Eurasian girls at q NOM
inal cost. The British government is
very liberal toward any educational
project, and will not only cede land
for such purposes, but pay o certain
annual sum toward the current ex-
pense of the institution. On the morning
tsin question the venerable George Muel-
Ter, of Bristol Orphanage fame, was
addressing the children. Miss Eastman
took us out into her garden and picked
fully half bushel Of the most beauti-
ful roses for US that it has ever been
my lot to behold. / saw none in Cali
tornia or Canton that could quite equal
them In their extraordinary proportions
and delicacy Of coloring.
We also picked some orange blos-
SONS along with ripe fruit, some pomo-
loe blossoms and quite a quantity of
the Indian box-more fragrant than
the American tuberose. Constant irri-
cation and constant fighting of poreu-
pines are essential to horticultural sue
cess in India; but with these conditions
fulfilled the results are little short of
miraculous.
But perhaps the most novel expert
ence in the missionary line was afford
ed me on Sunday, when in company
with Mr.. McGrew paid visit to two
Of the twenty American Methodist Sun
day-schools in this city. With solar
topees and our neutraLtint spectacles
on. we rode in q gharry through a.
wilderness of mud houses, where girls
were gathering fuel into huge baskets
borne on their heads, women grinding,
two at each mill, and men going about
their ordinary pursuits.
At length we halted in front of a
room about ten feet square opening
upon the street. A crowd of urchins |
were playing tag, or some game akin |
to it, in front of this little room. The
moment they saw our gharry they |
ceased playing and began to swarm |
about us, the while shouting sSalaam,
Sahib, Salaami'' Oh, they were dirty,
but who minded that? Some of the
boys were absolutely naked, and SO
were some of the girls; but only the
prndish traveller is annoyed at so COM
mon sight. In they rushed, pell
NELL, and began to squat Turk fashion
uDon the floor of the room before men
toned. / suppose there were thirty
children in that tiny room. 1 know
there was no room for more. Some of
the faces were exceedingly bright and
Interesting, despite the dirt.
''Is this Sunday-school?" inquired
rs we seated ourselves in the only two
chairs in the apartment.
'EThis is Sunday-school," returned
Mr.. McGrew. ''Of course the work is
IS yet purely educational. We instruct
hose 1000 children in our CaWnpore
and then wait for the Ieaven
70 work. T"
Sacred songs followed, both words
md tunes being Hindoostanee. If
could have been there,
low he would have writhed. Even the
Japanese and Chinese children make
air superior music. The effect was
simply an indescribable pandemonium
# noise. But when Mr.. McGrew came
o catechise them, was amazed. They
we're in their element and knew every
answer by heart. The correct answer
vas shrieked in chorus by almost every
title heathen in the room. Thus learned
n the doctrine can even the most de-
Iout Pagans become. Even the native i
'undit who has charge of the school
a Mr.. McGrew's absence was devot- :
d Mohammedanl