O, dream no more of quiet life, Care finds the careless out; more wise to rouse, So strength will come, and glory crown thy brow. "These are times," wrote one of our martyred missionaries in her last letter, "when we are all very near to God, and are all waiting upon him in prayer, to see what he will do for us." Speaking of a fellow sufferer: "They knew the evening before of the outbreak at Mynpurie, but would not tell us, that we might have a quiet night. They sat up all night, watching for the least sound, and would have sent to us instantly. She said she never spent happier hours than these were; and when the tidings came that the danger was removed, for a time at least, she said that she had a sort of unwilling feeling, as if she was 'being brought back to the world.' "And now, dear ma, I have told you a long story. . . . I know that you will rejoice with me when I tell you that my faith in God's novon failed ma And I will us a room where we could lie down and rest, we could not think of sleep-who could, with word at one's side, and expecting you. All our hope is in him. Heaven, not this world, is our lasting home." Hear another voice from the graves of these martyred missionaries. It is as follows: "On Tuesday, June 9th, we went down again, at an early hour, to our house outside. the fort. Dreadful tidings from all quarters. Satan is triumphing and rejoicing over all the wickedness; but his reign will be only for a season: for of this we are all sure, that He, who has bruised the serpent's head, will be the conqueror. We believe most certainly that this time of distress is only a means in the hand of God for bringing the Mohammedans and Hindus more speedily to the knowledge of their crucified Saviour. O, that his kingdom of peace might quickly come!" How vivid is this living picture of the prophecy, the warfare, and the promise! When the true soldiers steal an hour To break the bread of life, Hear once more the noble testimony of Mrs. Freeman, one of our Christian sisters, and one worthy of the best age of the martyrs; and we trust hers was the feeling of all the missionaries of our church. In immediate sight of appalling danger, she was enabled to write these ever memorable words: "Our little church and ourselves will be the first attacked: but we are in God's hands, and we know that he reigns. We have no place to flee to for shelter, but under the covert of his wings, and there we are safe. Not but he may suffer our bodies to be slain; and if he does, we know he has wise reasons for it. I sometimes think our deaths may do more good than we could do in all our lives; if so, his will be done. Should I be called to lay down my life, do not grieve, dear sisters, that I came here; for most joyfully will I die for him who laid down his life for me." God be praised for |