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as illustrative of the powerful effect of religion in subduing and changing the savage character.
The settlers on this location, which I understood was tried as an experiment, consisted, I believe, of about twelve or fifteen families of the most uncivilized bushmen that were to be met with in the Colony. On their first coming, they were in miserable circumstances of destitution and ignorance, and lived for some time on bulbs, and roots of trees, and other produce of the forest, or occasionally on the flesh of quaggas, which they killed in hunting. About three years ago, Mr. Read commenced visiting them periodically, holding his services under a native tree, which was pointed out to us; but so averse did the people seem to his visits, that he was a long time listened to with careless indifference, and often received by them with forbidding and suspicious looks. Indeed, notwithstanding the well-known zeal and perseverance of this worthy Missionary, so disheartening and hopeless did the work appear to him, that he was on the point of abandoning the location in despair, when he observed a female apparently much affected by his exhortations. She shortly afterwards made him a visit, earnestly sought his advice, and became a decided convert to Christianity. She was soon followed by others, and ultimately the whole location became devout and eager attendants at his religious services. They then ingeniously constructed a wooden plough, which is still in use at the location, and cultivated a small portion of their land, with such seed grain as they could obtain, and began to build houses; since which, such has been their industry, that scarcely a spot of arable ground on their location is now uncultivated. They have raised a building, which answers the purpose of a chapel and a school, in which a well attended school is now held. They have thrown off eir sheep skins for articles of European clothing, and are repaid by prospering, and advancing in religion and civilization.” Last year the people subscribed £30 to the London Missionary Society.
“Mr. Buyers preached in one of the villages of Benares to nearly two hundred people, many of whom were Brahmins. All heard with attention while he expounded the Decalogue, showing the extent and spirituality of its claims, the fact of men being unable now to satisfy these claims, and the way of deliverance from condemnation through the atonement made by the Son of God. After he had finished, there was a moment's pause, when a Brahmin, who had listened with apparent interest all the time, exclaimed, “Blessing ! blessing! blessing on Sahib, who comes to give us such instructions,'
A great many
voices immediately joined and repeated his words five or six times; and one man, holding up both his hands, called out, •Cursing ! cursing ! cursing ! on all the Purans.' To hear a Brahmin, in the midst of Benares, the grand seat of Eastern idolatry, pronouncing a blessing on the Gospel, and the bearers of its message, and joined by, perhaps, a hundred of his fellow-citizens ; while another, loudly and publicly denounced, as cursed, the Shasters, adored for so many ages through the whole of Hindostan, could not but gladden his heart, and strengthen the hope that the time is rapidly approaching when this great and renowned city will cast its thousands of idols to the moles and to the bats, and rejoice in the light and liberty of the Gospel.”
LETTER FROM ONEATA. The following characteristic and instructive letter, was addressed by one of three Native Teachers in the island of Oneata, to his brethren in the Navigators, and forwarded by one of the trading canoes which sail between the latter islands and Tongataboo.
Oneata, 30th January, 1834. Dear Teachers,—May you be saved by God, even our Lord Jehovah, and by Jesus Christ, the King of peace! We are compassionating you under the trials you have to endure. But, perhaps, the word of God has begun to grow where you are. Reveal to us a little word that we may know. We have been treated very ill in this land. They talked of killing us, that the word of life might not grow here; but we do not fear such words. We desire you to compassionate us, and not to feel unconcerned about us. Pray for us, that peace may be given us from on high, like yourselves, for this is a land to make afraid, and we are in the midst of troubles. The king of this land desires not the word of God. Tuaw, the chief, is a kind chief notwithstanding, in giving us food, &c. A land this of frightful faces; they besmear their faces with charcoal. We have left Lakeba, the land of the chief, and have moved to Oneata, where we now reside with patience. A few men at Oneata have begun to pray. Pora is one, and Turaavi, and Va and Atota, and a considerable number more men are praying.
Dear Umia, may you be saved by God! I cherish affection for you two. We are very destitute in this land of all kinds of comfort for the body.
The teacher on Oneata, (Signed)
HATAI. Missionary Report.
THE NEW YEAR.
Who rules the universal sphere ;
And mark the rolling year.
On mighty monarchs and the humble poor ;
Whose promise never fails, whose word is ever sure.
Glides on, scarce seen, and quits his earthly place;
But man soon ends his race !
What storms may wreck our fairest joys?
And oft a sudden shock our peace destroys.
And calls the winter's frost and summer's showers ;
And desolate our fairest bowers !
Pursues the path of duty and of peace ;
TO DIE IS GAIN. Dark is the night of death, and dark the tomb; But oh, how bright, serenely bright, that morn, When the freed spirit bursts the bands of death, And wakes to light, to happiness and God. On that young morn no clouds shall dimness shed; Nor shall the sun its dazzling lustre pour, To scathe the tender herb. No sun is there ! But He, who gave the sun his golden beams, Who bade him roll the darkness from the earth, When first it basked beneath his gladsome ray ; He, who the spring with gayest vestments clad To greet the new-born radiance-He is there : And from His throne a stream of light and joy, Forth issuing, sheds its bright effulgence round.
Who then shall backward look upon the tomb, And shrink, when thinking of the night of death? For what is death, the ransomed Christian's death? 'Tis the bright herald of a glorious morn All radiant with delight.—'Tis but the veil That shades the beams of glory, else too bright, That break around the new-born sons of God, As from this world of woe they haste to join The gladsome throng whose harps are ever tuned To richest notes of melody and love, To Him, who deigned to wear a mortal form, That He might raise mortality to light!
Oh, let the winding-sheet be wrapt around
Could we but know what gain it is to die, How would the soul stand with her wings outstretch'd And ready poised, to cut the liquid air, When she, the welcome messenger should greet.
The ransomed die but once! a second death
Oh! thou Almighty Being, who hast said,
AT EVENING TIME IT SHALL BE LIGHT,
How often has the gloom which spread
DE TEMPORE HYEMIS.
Prata nec rident decorata flore,
(Translations in verse are requested.)