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enough to put it up. Taking, therefore, the cushions out of the cart, we made a bed of these, laying them on the boat bottom. Our next object was to keep the wind and dew out at the ends and sides. To accomplish this we hung up our spare sheets, shawls, coats, &c.
Just before day-dawn we were delighted to hear the boatmen cry out that we were at our journey's end, and that the Buracole bungalow was close to the side of the lake. Just as the day was beginning to dawn we cleared out of the boat and took up our quarters in the bungalow. Here we remained until the next morning, but before day-dawn were on our way to Soonakhulla. At this place we met with a gentlemen, an East Indian, belonging to the “Great Trigonometrical Survey of India.” He had with him a guard of sepoys, a whole host of people, carts, bullocks, and tents, and also two large elephants. Early the next morning (Wednesday) we went on to Tanghy, and the same evening to Jenkia. A cooley from Cuttack was awaiting our arrival at this place. We soon had ample proof that Mrs. Buckley, whose guests we were to be, had plentifully provided for us. A paper parcel was found in the basket. On the outside of this was written “a little food for the mind,” and in the inside we found letters of welcome from Cuttack, letters from England, newspapers, the Repository, Eclectic, &c. Both kinds of food were duly appreciated. By five o'clock the next morning we were on the way to Koordah, which place we reached between eight and nine. This is rather a celebrated place in the history of Orissa, but as accounts of it have often appeared in the Repository I must hasten on to our journey's end. On Friday morning we went to Maindasal. At this bungalow we met with three more gentlemen in the survey department. They had with them a large quantity of baggage, and eight camels. During the course of the day I had some very interesting conversation with them. They had been engaged in surveying the Himalayas and north-west provinces. With Delhi, Oude, &c., they were quite familiar. In the evening we went another stage, and soon after dusk reached Chundika. The next morning (Saturday) we rose between three and four, and sometime" before it was yet day we were on our way to Cuttack. Between eight and nine we reached the Cuttack river. Here we met with considerable delay, our bullocks not being able to draw the cart over the river's broad, sandy bed. Soon after ten o'clock we managed to procure two extra “yoke of oxen from an adjoining village. At length we got safely across, and found Mr. Buckley's conveyance ready for us. Jumping into this we soon reached the house of our dear friends, right glad to get to our journey’s end. Brother Buckley was from home on a missionary tour, but sister B. was delighted to see us, and gave us a most hearty welcome. Shortly after this brother and sister Stubbins, brother and sister Brooks, &c., &c., came to bid us welcome. In contemplation of what had transpired during the past year, we felt truly thankful that our Father in heaven had spared us and permitted us to meet each other again. From other quarters you will learn particulars of what was done at Conference.
With our united love to yourself and dear wife, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, Mr. and Mrs. Lewitt, and all the dear friends at Stoney Street chapel,
Believe me, dear brother, affectionately yours, To Mr. Barwick, Nottingham.
LETTER FROM THE REV. W. BAILEY. MY DEAR BROTHER GOADBY,—I have copied the following deeply interesting account from the Oriental Baptist. You will remember the statements made by the Rev. J. Smith, at our farewell services, in reference to this martyr for Christ. The widow of Wilayat Ali, after months of great suffering and privation, made her way to Agra, and the statements contained in this paper were given by herself in the presence of Messrs. Parsons and Evans. Surely every one will admit, after reading this noble testimony, that missions to the East have been anything but a failure.
NARRATIVE OF THE WIDOW OF WILAYAT ALI. On Monday, the 11th of May, about nine o'clock in the morning, my husband was preparing to go out to preach, when a native preacher, named 'Thakur, of the Church Mission, came in and told us that all the gates of the city had been closed, that the Sepoys had mutinied, and that the Mahommedans of the city were going about robbing and killing every christian. She pressed hard on my husband to escape at once if possible, else that we would all be killed. My husband said: “No, no, brother, the Lord's work cannot be stopped by any one.” In the meanwhile fifty horsemen were seen coming sword in hand, and setting fire to the houses around. Thakur said, “ Here they come, now what will you
do? Run, run- - I will, and you had better come.” My husband said, “ This is no time to flee except to God in prayer.” Poor Thakur ran—was seen by the horsemen, and killed. My husband called us all to prayer, when, as far as I can recollect, he said, “O Lord, many of thy people have been slain before this by the sword, and burned in the fire for thy name's sake. Thou didst give them help to hold fast the faith. Now, O Lord, we have fallen into the fiery trial. Lord may it please thee to help us to suffer with firmness. Let us not fall nor faint in heart under this sore temptation. Even to the death, O help us to confess and not to deny thee, our dear Lord. O help us to bear this cross that we may, if we die, obtain a crown of glory.”
After we had prayers my husband kissed us all, and said, “See whatever comes, you don't deny Christ, for if you confide in Him, and confess Him, you will be blessed and have a crown of glory. True, our dear Saviour has told us to be wise as the serpent, as well as innocent as doves, so if you can flee, do so; but come what will, do not deny Christ.”. Now I began to weep bitterly, when he said, “ Wife, dear, I thought your faith was stronger in the Saviour than mine. Why are you so troubled? Remember God's word and be comforted. Know that if you die, you die to go to Jesus--and if you are spared, Christ is your keeper. "I feel confident that if any of our missionaries live, you will be taken care of; and should they all perish, yet Christ lives for ever. If the children are killed before your face, O then take care you don't deny Him who died
This is my last charge, and God help you, Now some horsemen came up, and the fagira (devotees) who lived near us, told them to kill my husband, that he was an infidel preacher, and that he had destroyed the faith of many by preaching about Jesus Christ. The troopers now asked him to repeat the kulma, (Mahommedan creed), but he would not. Two of them fired at us, and one shot passed close to my
and went into the wall behind us. Now all the children ran through a back door towards the house of Mirza Hajee, one of the shazadas (or princes) who respected my husband, and was fond of hearing of the love of God through Christ. He dressed like a fagir, and seemed partial to the gospel. He took in my seven children, who fled for refuge. Now one of the troopers interposed, saying, “Don't kill them; Wilayat Ali's father was a very pious mussulman, who went on a pilgrimage to Mecca, and it is likely that this man is a christian only for the sake of money; and he may again become a good mussulman.” Another trooper now asked
my husband, “ Who then are you, and what are you?” He answered, “I was at one time blind, but now I see- God mercifully opened my eyes, and I have found a refuge in Christ. Yes, I am a christian, and am resolved to live and die a christian."
“Ah," said the trooper, you see that he is a Kaffir, (infidel) kill him.” Again he was threatened with loaded muskets pointed to his breast, and asked to repeat the kulma, with a promise of our lives and protection. My husband said, "" I have repented once, and have also believed in Jesus Christ; so I have no need of further repentance.” At this time two European gentlemen were seen running down the road leading to the river, when the troopers said, “ Let us run after these Feringhis (foreigners) first, then we can return and kill these infidels ;" so they went.
My husband now said to me, “ Flee, flee, now is the time, before they return." He told me to go to the fagirs tukia, while he would go to the Rev. Mr. Mackay's
house to try to save him. I went to the tukia, but the fagirs would not allow me to go in, and would have killed me, but for the interposition of Mirza Hajee, the shazada, who said to the troopers, 6. This woman and her husband are my friends, if you kill them I will get you all blown up.” Through fear of this they let me go. Then I began to cry about my children, but Mirza Hajee told me that he had them all safe. Now I went after my husband towards Mr. Mackay's house, in Dyriagunge, the house formerly occupied by Mr. Parry, of the Delhi Bank.
On this way I saw a crowd of the city Mahommedans, and my husband in the midst of them. They were dragging him about on the ground, beating him on the head and in the face with their shoes, some saying, "Now preach Christ to us ? Now where is your Christ in whom you boast ?" And others asking him to forsake christianity, and repeat the kulma. My husband said, “ No, I never will; my Saviour took up his cross and went to God. I take up my life as a cross, and will follow him to heaven."
They now asked him mockingly if he was thirsty, saying, “ I suppose you would like some water.” He said, “ When my Saviour died he got vinegar mingled with gall. I don't need your water. But, if you mean to kill me, do 80 at once, and don't keep me in this pain. You are the true children of Mahommed. He went about converting with his sword, and he got thousands to submit from fear. But I won't; your swords have no terror for me. Let it fall, and I fall a martyr for Christ.”
Now a trooper came up and asked what all this was about. The mussulmans said, “Here we have a devil of a christian who won't recant, so do you kill him.” At this the sepoy aimed a blow with his sword, which nearly cut off his head. His last words were, “ O Jesus, receive my soul !” I was close by under a tree, where I could see and hear all this. I was much terrified, and I shrieked out when I saw my poor husband was dead. It was of no use my staying there, so I went back to the chapel compound, where I found my house in a blaze, and people busy plundering it. I now went to my children to the house of Mirza Hajee, where I stayed three days, when orders were issued to the effect that if any one should be found guilty of harboring or concealing christians, they would be put to death. The queen, Zeenut Maual, had some fifty Europeans concealed, and she did all in her power to save them, but was compelled to give them up. Mirza Gohur, a nephew of the king, knew that I was with Mirza Hajee, and he remonstrated with him, and warned him of the consequences of keeping me. Mirza Hajee now told me that I must at once take one of two steps, either become a Mahommedan, or leave his house. Both of them urged upon me to leave christianity, saying that every christian in India had been killed, and that for me to hold out would be great folly. I was promised a home to dwell in, and thirty rupees a month to support myself and children, and that no one should molest me.
God helped me to resist the temptation, and I said, “No, I cannot forsake Christ. I will work to support my children, and if I must be killed, God's will be done." I now had to go out with my seven children. A porter who came with me led me to the police station, and some sepoys there attempted to kill us. One man, however, knowing who I was, told them that I was under the protection of the king, and not to kill me. I now went about seeking for some place to dwell in, but no one would take us in, lest they should be murdered on our account. So I had to wander from one place to another for some ten days, having no place to rest and nothing hardly to eat. Out of the city we could not go, for all the gates were closed, and strict orders given not to allow any woman to go out On the 13th day a large body of the sepoys went out, and I managed to mix with the crowd and got out with my children. I now went to a place in the suburbs of Delhi, called Tulwari, where I got a room for eight annas a month. Six rupees was all the money I had, all the rest having been taken from us by the Mahommedans before.
When the English soldiers arrived from Delhi, I found my position any thing but safe, for the sepoys had a strong party there, and we were exposed to the fire of friends and foes. Cannon balls came near us again and again, and one day one even got into our room, but did us no harm.
I heard that many people went to a place called Junpeet, forty miles from Delhi, so I accompanied some people there. In this place I remained for three months, working hard to keep my little children from starvation. I was chiefly engaged in grinding corn, getting but one anna for grinding nine seers, (three half-pence for eighteen pounds) and in order to get a little food for all, I often had to work night and day: yet the Lord was good, and we did not starve.
When I heard that the English troops had taken Delhi from the city people, many of whom came into Junpeet in a great terror, I left with two other women, who went in search of their husbands. I again came to Tulwari, when the whole of my children were taken ill of fevers and colds, and I was in great distress. The youngest child died in a few days, and I had not a pice (a fraction) to pay for help to get it buried. No one would touch it, so I went about the sad task myself. They indeed said that if I would become a Mahommedan they would bury it for me. I took up the little corpse, wrapped it in a cloth, and took it outside the village. I began to dig a little grave with my own hands, when two men came up and asked me why I was crying so. I told them, and they kindly helped me to dig a grave, and then they left ; I then took up the little corpse and buried it.
I was now anxious to get into the city, and sent a message to a native christian, Heera Lall, who knew us well. I at last found him, and got into Delhi, where I was kindly treated. I got Heera Lall to write to Agra, in hopes that some of our missionaries might be alive, and when you wrote back I cried for joy, and thanked God; for I now knew that what my dear husband said would be fulfilled,—that if our missionaries were spared I and the children would be provided for.
of the Rev. Mr. Mackay, and Mrs. Thompson and family, I have to say, that before I left Delhi I went one day to Mrs. Thompson's house, when I saw a sight which horrified me ;-Mrs. Thompson and one daughter lying dead on a couch grasping each other, and the other daughter on the floor by the side of the couch. Their heads were quite severed from the trunks.
Of Mr. Mackay I heard that he and several other gentlemen were killed in Colonel Skinner's house, after resistance for three or four days. The king ordered the people to dig up the floor of the cellar where they had taken shelter, and kill them.
LETTER FROM MISS BUTLER.
Cuttack, March 4th. MY DEAR MR. HUNTER.-I have made so many attempts to reply to your last kind communication, and been so often prevented doing so, that if I do not succeed this time, I shall be disposed to conclude a fatuity attends it. I had hoped to have leisure for writing you immediately on my return from Berhampore, but the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Lacey and party, and with them our English boxes, containing tangible evidence of the affectionate remembrance and thoughtful love of dear dear friends at home, prevented. I assure you that it was a most exciting time, every one anxious to exhibit the treasures they had received, and dear Mr. Bailey must have been heartily tired of answering the questions put to him respecting each of our loved ones.
It was a great pleasure to me that he had been so frequently to Nottingham, and seen you and my beloved parents ; he appears to have formed quite an attachment to Stoney Street, an attachment in which you will readily believe I sympathize.
The pinafores sent for the native children by our juveniles, were received with the greatest gratitude. I wish they could have seen the little ones come to show themselves in the verandah, when dressed to go to chapel on the Sabbath morning. There were sufficient of them to allow of one being distributed to each family at Lacey-cie, Christianpore, and Choga. I was at the latter place a few weeks ago with my girls, and the dear people desired me to give their many namustrars to those who sent them.
I received a box of school materials, also, from the Walker Gate church, Louth, which will afford us valuable aid : especially the cotton, needles, &c. I have not
yet had opportunity of acknowledging this, but am hoping shortly to do so. The books you sent me I forwarded to each member of our mission and farm, desired by them to present their thanks, and at the same time dear Mr. Hunter accept mine, and present the same with my love to dear Mrs. Hunter, for her handsome gift. Khomboo was exceedingly pleased with his bible ; he will write himself to you and the society when he has opportunity; the cold season tours are now closing, so expect he may do so by the next mail.
I am increasingly interested, dear Mr. Hunter, in my school, and thankful such a sphere of labour is appointed me. We have now upwards of seventy children, which is a serious and responsible charge. But with a sense of insufficiency and weakness, how encouraging to be assured that sufficiency and strength are to be derived from one who is Almighty. “My strength shall be made perfect in weakness.”
This passage came with a new power and force to my mind the other evening, when it was impressively read by Mr. Buckley, at family worship; especially was I struck by the declaration of Paul,--that he would gladly and rather glory in infirmities, that the power of Christ might rest apon him. Surely we would do the same, and rejoice that, while we are nothing, Christ is all and in all. I should think that the missionary, more than any other labourer in the Lord's vineyard, sees that his labours must be fruitless without accompanied by the Spirit of God. Often, when passing through the bazaars, or public places, where a number of people gather together, have I been led to ask, whether it were possible that all these could be brought to Christ. We are so few, and they so many, and are sunk so low, in every degradation, that, humanly speaking, it appears an impossibility. But, then, we remember, that it is not by human means, or it would be a certain impossibility." It is not by might, nor by power, but, by my Spirit, saith the Lord.”
You will be gratified to hear that several of the children evince a serious disposition, and an anxiety concerning their eternal interests. At a meeting that I had with them last week for conversation and prayer, about ten professed their desire after salvation. I was greatly interested in the manner one, who is a candidate for baptism, related how she was led by the Holy Spirit to see herself a sinner. She said she was reading her Testament, and came to the verse, man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema, Maranatha.
(The simple meaning of the words is given in the Oriya translation.) These words impressed her mind, and she resolved to escape that awful state, by loving and serving Him who loved, lived, and died for her. She is the youngest daughter of the late native preacher, Bonamallee; her sister (Hannah) also, in the school, and she are the only survivors of the family. Two other girls are also candidates, Jane, and Elizabeth, both children of christians residing at Choga ; they are, I believe, truly converted to God, and, I hope, will soon be welcomed to the church and table of the Lord.
The children are all well, excepting a few cases of cold &c. A fortnight ago we were alarmed by the appearance of the small-pox, but the precautions taken have, by the blessing of God, prevented their extending, and we are hoping on, if in accordance to his will, we may be spared the visitation of so fearful a malady.
Mr. Stubbins is complaining, or I think I might have said, that all our circle are as usual. Mrs. Taylor's little boy has been seriously ill the last few days. He is staying with us, the bearers having refused to carry his nurse, who is a woman of low caste. It was providential they did so, for he could not have met with the prompt attention he required, there being no doctor at Piplee. He is
I Thankful to say, improving, and if he continues to do so, his papa hopes to return to Piplee with him to-morrow.
And now, dear Mr. Hunter, I must ask you to excuse all errors, &c. I would write it over again, would time permit; will you kindly give my love to dear Mrs. Hunter, Mr. and Mrs. Lewitt, and all dear friends. Mr. Lewitt told father that he was expecting to hear from me ; will you please remind him that he is my debtor and Mr. Brooks too. With kindest love, believe me,
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