our company left the ship at 3.45 P.M. on the little plantation steamer and were landed at the wharf used for shipping sugar. Awaiting us was a diminutive train of flat cars just high enough to keep our feet off the ground as our legs swung over the sides, and this took to the plantation houses four miles away about as jolly a crew of picnickers as you would wish to see. At the headquarters the manager had prepared a bounteous lunch and entertainment for all, and as conveyances arrived we were despatched in companies over the mountain passes to Honolulu. This was a glorious drive which we had hoped to take during the day, but the carriage assigned to us left about eight o'clock in the evening. Left! Yes, but did not arrive according to schedule. We had a balky team, and all the devices known to man succeeded only in getting us near the top of the pass at I A.M., when further progress being impossible, Miss Edith Ashmore, Mrs. Parshley and myself lay down on the grass and slept until 4 A.M. By this time the horses had sweetened their spirit and rested their legs a bit and consented to go on to Honolulu, where we arrived about 6 A.M. The Pacific Mail Company has made us its guests and is doing everything to make our stay comfortable and facilitate our departure. The people of the island, especially the owners of the plantation where we landed, have exhausted the possibilities of hospitality in entertaining us. How did we happen to get ashore? O, the official investigation alone will reveal that. Suffice it to say that the passengers believe in Captain Saunders. As it was, we have not been in danger. But how different it might have been if we had struck the island and fallen back into deep water, or if the sea had been running high over the reef where we stranded! So we lift our hearts to God in deep thankfulness for his deliverance from danger. W. B. PARSHLEY. GIFTS OF T By L. CALL BARNES, D.D. WORCESTER, MASS. HE entire New Testament to more than 50,000,000 people of three distinct races and countries, is no small contribution to originate in one township which never had a town in it or a railroad. It came about this way. One hundred years ago a boy four years old sat in one of the old box pews of the meeting-house dangling his feet and observing the minister as he disappeared at the bottom of the corkscrew stairway of the lofty pulpit to reappear suddenly under the sounding board. Our next glimpse of this boy is at Andover Theological Seminary, where we find him studying New Testament Greek and finding that the word baptizo means baptize." Although a Congregationalist from birth he has the courage of his convictions 66 An abstract, by C. A. Boyd, of an address delivered at New Ipswich, N. H. of the gospel for the first time to about 2,000,000 people in their own tongue. Ten years later, in the prime of his manhood, at forty-nine years of age, Jones is attacked by one of the dangerous diseases common to that climate and is called home to hear the Master's "Well done." Such are glimpses of the devoted life of John Taylor Jones, the pioneer, the man who blazed the trails, in opening Siam to the knowledge of Jesus Christ. The widespread influence of this man's life in Siam is shown by an incident connected with his death. As soon as the king was informed of Dr. Jones' death he sent a personal letter of sympathy to Mrs. Jones and in accordance with the custom of his country sent a present to be placed in the casket and buried with the body. One day near the end of a thirty mile tramp over Mt. Monadnock and near-by mountains I reached the top of Flat Mountain and flung myself down to rest beside the ruins of an old cellar. As I lay there I seemed to see the old house again in its place, the flower-bordered walk leading up to the front door; and as I looked I saw a woman come out of the door holding in her arms a tiny baby. An old man comes up the walk, and greeting the mother, takes the little one in his arms and talks to it as though the few weeks' old baby could understand all he said. "Look down yonder, little Nathan, thirty miles away to the plains of Concord. Some day I'll tell thee how thy grandfather, just then in Lowell, heard the news of the fights at Lexington and Concord and hurried back here, enlisted as many men as he could, then hurried away to join the army at Cambridge and was in the battle of Bunker Hill, firing the last shot that was fired that great day. All this and much more I'll tell thee, my Nathan, some day." In Williams College this baby boy, Nathan Brown, learns to love his Latin and soon we find him at the head of an academy with a brilliant career opening before him in this country. But putting that all aside for the sake of Christ and the privileges of ambassadorship, we find him at the age of twenty-five sailing on the same ship which had borne his fellowtownsman, Jones, two years before, to India to tell the story of Christ. Soon we see him with his wife, traveling by boat up the Brahmaputra River for four months, to a place, Sadiya, among savages so wild that before long even the British government has to abandon its station in that region. The Yankee ingenuity of this man shows itself in the fact that, having failed to bring an axe with him into this wilderness country, he makes charcoal and manages to temper a piece of iron which he has, thus manufacturing an axe, with which he builds a rude hut for a home. The next year he experiments with clay till he succeeds in manufacturing brick with which to build a fireplace in his cabin. Within that cabin on a crude board shelf, we see his library, the most prominent feature of which is the Bible in many languages. One of the most important and farreaching results of this consecrated life under the shadow of the Himalaya Mountains, "the roof of the world," is the giving of the New Testament to 4,500,000 people using the Assamese tongue. Worn out after twenty years of life in Assam he is obliged to return home, to find the country on the brink of the Civil War. Brown is too broad a man to be interested in only one part of the globe, so we find him throwing himself heart and soul into the work of freeing the slaves. He becomes editor of an anti-slavery paper and continues in that work all through the war. The strife over, his health restored, Japan is open to the gospel. The call comes, "Whom shall we send and who will go for us?" This old man, sixty-five years of age, offers himself for Japan and devotes fourteen years more of service to the "sunrise kingdom" before he is called to his reward, giving to 46,000,000 Japanese the first version of the New Testament in their own tongue. Thus these two boys, born only five years apart in this little hill town of New Ipswich, have given the story of Christ and the whole New Testament in the native tongue to more than 50,000,000 souls truly a great world work. NOTED MISSIONARIES AND EVENTS ADONIRAM JUDSON GORDON A Home Worker for Missions WO characteristics stand out prominently in the life of the late Dr. Gordon and explain the secret of his pre-eminent success as a missionary pastor. First of all, he himself had the world vision; secondly, he was so controlled by this vision that the consuming desire of his ministry was to make his church see and believe the same great realities he did. This world vision was the natural sequence of his life of prayer. "The best prayer book is a map of the world," he was accustomed to say, and constant, daily intercession in behalf of that world made heathenism a deep reality and gave him that sympathetic touch, with all the missionaries which so won their love and confidence. How far reaching must have been the results of such prayer! It was his custom to keep a list of the missionaries close at hand, one or more of whom was daily remembered at the throne of grace; and he so far acquainted himself with the circumstances of each that he could make his petitions definite. His personal relations with the missionaries were ideal. Long before he became chairman of the Executive Committee of the Missionary Union he was accustomed frequently to write letters of encouragement to his lonely or isolated missionary brethren. Said one to whom he had thus written, "His fatherly interest touched my life in many ways and when I most needed a divine touch "; and another, 'We looked to him as to an elder brother, as one to whom we could go for advice in critical junctures, upon whose confidence and prayer we could rely." 66 He could not help imparting his interest .to others. It was never difficult to preach a missionary sermon, because the whole Bible was to him a missionary book. His pulpit and his prayer meeting were ever open to a missionary or Christian worker from any part of the Lord's vineyard. When large contributions were required the situation would be clearly presented and the people asked to consider carefully and prayerfully their personal responsibility concerning the matter presented. Weeks sometimes elapsed before the offering was taken, that preparation might be the more thoroughly and prayerfully made. With such a ministry it is not strange that the benevolent offerings of the church continued to increase from year to year, although the wealth of the church during the same period somewhat declined. He would not rest until the benevolent offerings exceeded the current expenses of the church. He never sought, however, to develop giving as an end in itself. It was always. his aim to bring his people first into right relations with God, believing that a spiritual church would inevitably be a liberal one. NEXT MONTH: HENRY MARTYN, "A MAN OF GOD" B PHASES OF MISSIONARY LIFE III. GETTING ACQUAINTED ETWEEN the occi dental and the oriental, there exists a lack of mutual compre 66 This is the third of a series of articles dealing with the various aspects of the missionary's work, under the general 66 hension which makes getting acquainted very often a matter of exceeding difficulty. There are vast contradictions in the theme; sometimes one touch of nature seems to make the whole world kin" and the spontaneous opening of a shut heart comes with the surprise of the unexpected, and again after years of study of the native type, the missionary comes upon more profound depths of impenetrability. There seem to be three chief factors in establishing relations of friendship and sympathy between the missionary and the people, namely: curiosity, covetousness and courtesy. It usually takes the new missionary some time to recover from the belief that his house is his castle, but gradually he learns that the invasions of his heathen neighbors are not meant unkindly and that even curiosity may be made the servant of God. Not infrequently he will sit for hours in a tea-house by the wayside answering irrelevant and often irreverent questions about the cloth and cut of his garments, his honorable age and pedigree, in the hope that on the top of this mass of inquisitiveness he may be able to add the Word which is "the power of God unto salvation." Retiring for the night in the native inn where walls are of paper and privacy of the slenderest, there will come stealing over him an indefinable feeling of uneasiness which investigation reveals to be due to the piercing glare of a human eye proceeding from a hole cunningly made in the paper wall by a moistened finger. It is sadly true of poor fallen human nature that the way to a man's heart is often through his stomach, and covetousness is a passion which may also be pressed into the service of God. Among the Esquimaux the constant burden of the native cry seems to be, "Give me white man's kow-kow," and the writer remembers especially one Christmas when this was answered by the preparation of a feast, consisting of bacon, beans, tea and raisins, for the delectation of the whole village. When the time came for the distribution of the good cheer, the dusky denizens of the North exhibited a most touching faith in the missionary, for (having been instructed to furnish their own dishes) they appeared with pots and pans ranging in size from a two quart pail to a wash basin. Undoubtedly the occasion conduced to a closer acquaintance. The dispensary illustrates the same trait. Here one feels the throbbing agony of a Christless people and glimpses are had of the black hell of heathenism that sometimes make one feel as though one had gotten acquainted with the legions of Satan. It is here that the soul is stripped bare of the convention and custom which have grown up about civilized and uncivilized alike and one is face to face with the awful need of men; and if one can by any means meet that need or mitigate in some measure that terrible burden of woe, what a road is here to acquaintance, friendship and love! The mended body often means a mended soul, and the tender care of the hospital nourishes the bloom of friendship as nothing else could do. We remember a man with an ulcer on his foot who was reached in this way. He showed singular gratitude. Day by day before coming to the dispensary he would visit. his brother, the sexton of the Roman Catholic cemetery, and beg from him a profusion of flowers which he would bring as an offering of love; and this man's |