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"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 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 all be taken care of; and should they all perish, yet Christ lives for ever. If the children are killed before your face, oh, then take care that you do not deny Him who died for us. This is my last charge, and God help you !'

"Now some horsemen came up, and the fakirs 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 (the Mohammedan creed), but he would not. Two of them now fired at us, and one shot

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passed close by my husband's ear, and went into the wall behind us. Now all the children fled through a back-door towards the house of Mirza Haji, one of the Shazadas (princes), who respected my husband, and was fond of hearing of the love of God through Christ. He dressed like a fakir, and seemed partial to the Gospel. He took in my seven children, who fled for refuge. One of the troopers now interposed, saying, saying, 'Don't kill them; Walayat 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 I am resolved to live and die a Christian.' Ah,' said the trooper, 'you see that he is a Kafir (barbarian): kill him.' Again he was threatened with loaded muskets pointed at his breast, and asked to repeat the Kulma, with a promise of our lives and protection. My husband said, 'I have repented once, and I have also believed in

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"My husband now said to me, 'Flee, flee; now is the time, before they return.' He told me to go to the fakirs tukia, while he would go to the Rev. Mr Mackay's house to try to save him. I went to the tukia, but the fakirs would not allow me to go in, and would have had me killed, but for the interposition of Mirza Haji, the prince, who said to the troopers, '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, when I began to cry about my children; but Mirza Haji told me that he had them all safe. I now went after my husband towards Mr Mackay's house in Dyriagunge. On the way I saw a crowd of the city Mohammedans, 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 the 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 were 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 so at once, and don't keep me in this pain. You are the true children of your prophet Mohammed, He went about con

my own hands, when two men came, up and asked 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, looking up to heaven, I said—

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"O Lord, Thou hast been pleased to call to Thyself this little child, and I have been able to bring this little body to be buried. But, O Lord; if Thou shouldst call one of the big ones, how can I bring it? Have mercy upon me, O Lord,-and permit me to meet with some of Thy dear people again; and if not, O Father, take to Thyself the mother with the children.'

"Now I was anxious to get into the city, and sent a message to a native Christian, Hira Lall, who knew us well. I at last found him, and got into Delhi, where I was kindly treated. I got Hira 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 would be spared, I and the children would have friends.

"Of the Rev. Mr Mackay, and Mrs Thompson and family, I have to say, that before I left Delhi I went to Mrs Thompson's house, where I saw a sight which horrified me. Mrs Thompson and one daughter lying dead on a bed grasping each other, and the other on the floor by the side of the bed. The heads were quite severed from the trunks. Of Mr Mackay I heard that he, with several other gentlemen, was killed in Colonel Skinner's house, after a resistance of three or four days. The king ordered the people to dig up the floor of the cellar where they had taken shelter, and to kill them." -Missionary Herald.

OFTEN hast thou heard the story Of a Saviour's precious love; How He left the world of glory-

Left His glorious throne aboveAnd His life a ransom gave, Sinners, such as you, to save. Ah! beyond the dark blue sea Many little children dwell In a land of misery,

Where no gentle voices tell Those glad tidings which impart

Joy and comfort to the heart:

But they bend, from day to day,

To their gods of wood or stone; For the gospel's cheering ray

Has not made the Saviour known: Not one beam of heavenly light Shines upon their dismal night. Christian child, with lifted eye, As thou humbly kneel'st in prayer, Ask, O ask the Lord on high

That these little ones may share In the blessings, rich and free, Which He kindly gives to thee.