The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1897-05-07

The Christian hero found a pagan tomb.
Reislon sorrowing Ger her ~favorite son.
foints 10 the glorious trophies which he
won.
Immortal trophies. Not with slaughter
Nor stained with tears by friendless
orphans shed.
But trophies OF the cross. In that dear
name.
Through every scene of danger. toll and
Onward he ~journeyed to that happy shore,
Where danger. toll and shame are known
no more
Is there In all history. secular or religi-
Gus. q more wondrous character than
William Carey. the converted shoemaker
Of England, daring all things for God in
India. transla ing the Bible into many
dialects. building chapels and opening
mission houses and laying foundations for
though Sydney Smith. who sometimes
laughed at things he ought not TO have
satirized, had in the learned EdinbWg
Review Scofed at the idea of what he
called slowborn. owbred mechanics" k
Carey attempting to conve the Brahmans.
Carey stopped not until he had started in
fiuences that eternity, no more than time.
shall have power TO arrest. 213.Cc Bibles
going forth from his printing presses at
His sublime humility show
ing itself in the epitaph he ordered from
the old gospel hymn:
4 wretched. poor and helpless worm.
ON thy kind arms l fall.
Swiss missionary in India. or of William
Butler, the glorious American Methodist
missionary in India. or of the royal family
of the Scudders. of the Reformed Church
of America. my dear mother church to
whom | give a kiss of love in passing. or
of DR.. Alexander Duff. the Scotch mis-
sionary whose visit 10 this country some
of US will remember forever? When he
stood in the old Broadway tabernacle.
New York. and pleaded for India unil
there was no other depth of religious emo
ton for him to stir and no loftier height
of Christian el~cquence for him to scale,
and closed in a whirlwind Of halleluiahs.
/ could easily believe that which was said
of him hat while pelading the cause OF
India in one Of the churches OF Scotland
he got so overwrought that he fell in the
pulpit in a SwoOn and was carried into
the vestry to be resuscitated, and when
restored TO his senses and preparations
was being made to carry him out to some
dwelling wnere he could be put to bed, ne
compelled his friends to take him back to
the pulpit to complete his plea for the sal
vatfon of India, no sooner getting on his
feet than he began where he left off, but
with more gigantic power han before he
tainted.
But just as noble as any I have men
toned are the men and women who are
there now for Christ's sake and the re-
demption of that people. Far away from
their native land, famine on one side and
DIdck DidSue OH liz u ny
breathing on them malaria, and jungles
owing on them with wild beasts or his
sing with cobras: the names of those mis-
of all denominations to be writ
ten SO high or the roll of martyrs that no
names of the last 1,S00 years shall be writ
ten above them. You need to see them at
their work in schools and churches and
laZarettoS to appreciate them. All honor
upon them and their households. while i
the lying lips of their slanderers,
THEIR RELIGION.
Most interesting are the peopls of India.
At Calcutta, I said to one of then leaders,
who spoke English well:
"Hacv these idols which I see any pow
er of themselves to help or Destroy"
He sid: NO, they only represent God.
There is but one God
when people die, where do taey go
to-
been doing, if they have been dOing good,
to heaven, and if they have been doing
evil, to helh"
But do .7ou not believe in the transmit
grafton of the souls, and hat after death
go into birds or animals Of some sort?
Yes; the last creature a man is thiak-
ing of while dying Is the one into which
he will go. If he is thinking of d bird. he
go into s. bird; II he IS thinking of 4"
beast. he will go into a beast"
Il thought you said that at death the
soul goes to heaven or hell?
II goes there by a gradual process. 1t
nay take him years and years"
Can any one become a Hindoo? Could
[ become a HindOo?'
Yes, you could
How could / become a fIindOO?'
by doing as the HindOOS do
From the walls of one Of their museums
at Jafpur / had translated for me these
sentiments:
The wise make failure equal to success.
Like threads of silver seen through
crystal beads, let love through good deeds
Do not do others that which if lone to
thee, would cause thee pain. And this is
the sum of duty.
A man obtains q proper rule of action
by looking on his n%eighbors as himself.
AN ELOQUENT APPEAL.
From that continent of interesting folk,
that continent that gave the Christ,
from that continent which has been en-
deared by SO many missionary heroics..
there come a grOan of $4,000, 900 people
IN hunger. More people are in danger of
starving to death in India today than the
entire population of the United States.
In the famine in India in the year 1877
about 100000 people starved to death.
of New York, of Philadelphia, OF
Chicago, put together. But that famine
was not a tenth part as awful as the one
there now raging. Twenty thousand are
villages and towns have died-every man,
woman and child: none left to bury the
dead. The vultureS and the tackalS are
the only pallbearers. Though some help
Ath' oNNth eOAASs 49, >'A >to
them I suppose there will be at least TO-
000, 900 dead. Starvation, even for one per
son, is an awful process. No food, the
VitalS gnaW upon themselves, and faint
ness and languor and pangS from head to
foot, and horror and despair and inSani-
ty take full possession. One handful Of
wheat or corn or rice per day would keep
life going, but they cannot get a handful
The crops failed and the millions are
dying. Oh, ii is hard to be hungry in a
world where there are enough grain and
fruit and meat to fill all the hungry
mouths on the planet! But, alas, that the
sufferer and the supply cannot be brought
together. There stands India today.
Look at her. Her face dusky from the
hot suns of many centuries. Under her
turban such achings of brow as only a
dying nation feels; her eyes hollow with
unutterable woe; the tears rolling down
her sunken cheek; her back bent with
more agonies than she knows how to
carry; her ovens containing nothing but
ashes. Gaunt, CHASTITY, wasted, the dew
Of death upon her forehead and a pallow
such as the last hour brings, she stretches
forth her trembling hand toward US and
with hoarse whisper she says: Il at
dying. Give me bread! That is what
want, Bread. Give it to me quick. Civ
it to me now. Bread, bread. bread
America has heard the cry. Many
thousands of dollars have already beer
contributed. One ship laden with bread