The Monitor-register., 1897-05-07

lively toward that continent as L near
its cry of distress.
Missionary Achievements.
Besides that I remember that some OF
the most splendid achievements for the
cause of that Asiatic Christ have been
made in India. How the heart of every
intelligent Christian beats with ad-
miration at the mere mention OF the
name of Henry Martyr! Having read
the life of our American David Brain
erd, who gave his life to evangelizing
our American savages, Henry Martyr
goes forward to give his life for the sal
walton of India, dying from exhaustion
of service at 81 years of age. Lord Ma
caulay, writing of him says:
Here Martyr lies. In manhood's early bloom
The Christian hero found a pagan tomb.
Religion, sorrowing DER her favorite son,
Points to the glorious trophies which he won.
Immortal trophies! Not with slaughter red,
MOI stained with tears by friendless orphans
shed,
But rophies of the cross. In that dear name,
Through every scene of danger, toll and shame,
Onward he journeyed to that happy shore,
Where danger, toll and shame are known no
more.
Is there in all history, secular or re-
ligious, a more wondrous character than
William Carey, the converted shoemak-
er of England, daring all things for
God in India, translating the Bible into
many dialects, building chapels and
opening mission houses and laying
foundations for the redemption of the
country, and although Sidney Smith,
who sometimes laughed at things he
ought not to have satirized, had in the
learned Edinburgh Review scoffed at
the idea of what he called Glow born,
low bred mechanics" like Carey at
tempting to convert the Brahmins,
Carey stopped not until he had started
influences that eternity, no more than
time, shall have power to arrest, 49,
900 Bibles going forth from his printing
presses at Serampore. His sublime hu-
mility showed itself in the epitaph he
ordered from the old gospel hymn:
A wretched, poor and helpless worm.
On thy kind arms l fall.
Need l tell you of Alphonse Lacroix,
the Swiss missionary in India, OF 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 l give a kiss of
love in passing, or of DR.. Alexander
Duff, the Scotch missionary whose Wis
it to this country some of us will re-
member forever? When he stood in the
old Broadway tabernacle, New York,
and pleaded for India until there was
no other depth of religious emotion for
him to stir and no loftier height OF
Christian eloquence for him to scale.
and closed in a whirlwind of hallelu-
iahs, | could easily believe that which
was said of him-that while pleading
the cause of India in one of the church
es Of Scotland he got SO overweight
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 preparation was being made
to carry him out to some dwelling
where he could be put to bed he com
PEELED his friends to take him back to
the pulpit to complete his plea for the
salvation of India, no sooner getting on
his feet than he began where he left
off, but with more gigantic power than
before he tainted. But just as noble as
any | have mentioned are the men and
women who are there now for Christ's
sake and the redemption of that people.
Far away from their native land, fam
inc Oh Il side and black plague Oh the
other side, swamps breathing on them
malaria, and jungles bowling ON them
with wild beasts or kissing with cobras,
the names of those missionaries of all
denominations to be written so high on
the roll Of martyrs that no names of
the last 1900 years shall be written
above them. You need to see them at
their work in schools and churches and
lazarettos to appreciate them. All hon
or upon them and their households
while smite the lying lips of their
Elanderers.
The Hindoo Faith.
Most interesting are the people CT In
1ia. At Calcutta l said to one of their
leaders, who spoke English we'll:
Have these idols which | see any
power of themselves to help or destroy?''
, He said: "No; they only represent
God. There is but one God"
when people die, where do they &c
top
THAT depends upon what they have
been doing. If they have been doing
good, to heaven, and if they have beer
doing evil, to hell"
But do you not believe in the trans
migration of souls, and that after death
we go into birds or animals of som
sort?''
Yes. The last creature a man i.
thinking Of while dying is the one int
which he will go. If he is thinking of
beast, he will go into a beast"
II thought you said that at dealt
the soul goes to heaven or hell?"
"He goes there by a gradual process.
1t may take him years and years"
Can any n become a Hindoo
Could l become a Hindoo?''
Eyes; you could"
"How could | become a Hindoo?"
"By doing as the Hindoos do"
From the walls of one of their mu
seums at Jaipur ! had translated fol
me these beautiful sentiments:
The wise make failure equal to SUCCESS.
Like threads of silver seen through crysta
beads. let love through good deeds show.
DO not to others that which il done TO the
would cause thee pain. And this il the sum o
duty,
A man obtains a proper rule of action b,
looking on his neighbors as himself.
From that continent of interestinI
folk, from that continent that gave tn
Christ, from that continent which ha
been endeared by SO many missionar,
heroics, there comes a groan of so, 900,
900 people in hunger. More people ar
in danger of starving to death in Indi;
today than the entire population of TIN
United States. In the famine in Indi:
in the year 1877, about 6, 900, 900 peopl'
starved to death. That is more thai
all the people of Washington, of New
York, of Philadelphia, of Chicago, pu
together. But that famine was not
tenth part as awful as the one ther,
now raging. Twenty thousand are dy
ing there of famine every day. Who'll
villages and towns have died-ever,
man, woman and child; none left t.
bury the dead. The vultures and tn
jackals are the only pallbearers. Though
some help has been sent, before full re
lief can reach them | suppose there will
be at least 10, 600, 900 dead. Starvation
ever for one person, is an awful process
No food. the vitals gnaw upon them
selves, and faintness and languor ant
pangs from head to foot, and horror an
despair and insanity take full possession
One handful of wheat or corn or rio
per day would keep life going, but the.
cannot get a handful. The crops failed
and the millions are diving. Oh, 1t /