Upon the arrival of Mr. Judson, they made known their trouble to the tavern keeper, who sympathized with them, and encouraged them to expect a passage with a friend of his who was coming down the river, a captain of a vessel bound to Madras. On the third day after their arrival at this tavern, the expected vessel anchored directly before the house. But again their hopes were frustrated. The captain would not take them.

What to do next they were at a loss to tell, when in an unexpected moment, deliverance came. A letter was put into their hands which they hastily opened, and found to contain a pass by the Creole, the vessel bound for the Isle of France, which they had quitted a few days before. Who procured this pass for them, they were unable to imagine, or by what means it was obtained. They could only regard it as an answer to prayer, and praised God for his delivering mercy in the hour of their extremity. Still, it was doubtful whether they could now overtake the vessel before it put to sea. best they could expect was to find her anchored in Saugur roads, about 70 miles distant. It was evening when they received the letter; yet they set off at once, and amid the darkness of that dreary night pursued their voyage in an

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open boat, and before night of the next day, to their inexpressible joy and gratitude, succeeded in reaching the Creole, which would have been at sea before this time, had it not been providentially detained at anchor in Saugur roads, waiting for some of the crew. Thus did the

God whom they served appear for their help in a way that they little expected, when they seemed to be driven almost to the verge of despair. Well might they say in describing this deliverance-"We never enjoyed a sweeter moment, than when sure we were in sight of the Creole. After spending a fortnight in such anxiety, it was a very great relief to find ourselves safe on board the vessel on which we first embarked." Thus did they realize the fulfilment of the pious confidence expressed in the lines of the good John Newton,

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Though troubles assail and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us whatever betide,

The promise assures us, The Lord will provide.'"

THE MISSIONARY'S CALL.

REV. N. BROWN, OF ASSAM.

The vows

My soul is not at rest. There comes a strange
And secret whisper to my spirit, like
A dream of night, that tells me I am on
Enchanted ground. Why live I here?
Of God are on me, and I may not stop
To play with shadows, or pluck earthly flowers,
Till I my work have done, and rendered up
Account. The voice of my departed Lord,
"Go teach all nations," from the Eastern world
Comes on the night air, and awakes my ear,
And I will go.

I may no longer doubt

To give up all my friends, and idol hopes,
And every tender tie that binds my heart
To thee, my country! Why should I regard
Earth's little store of borrowed sweets? I sure
Have had enough of bitter in my cup,

To show, that never was it His design,

Who placed me here, that I should live in ease,
Or drink at pleasure's fountain.

Henceforth, then,

It matters not, if storms or sunshine be

My earthly lot-bitter, or sweet my cup;
I only pray
"God fit me for the work,
God make me holy, and my spirit nerve

For the stern hour of strife." Let me but know There is an arm unseen, that holds me up,

An eye that kindly watches all my path,
Till I my weary pilgrimage have done
Let me but know I have a friend that waits
To welcome me to glory, -and I joy
To tread the dark and death-fraught wilderness.

And when I come to stretch me for the last, In unattended agony, beneath

The cocoa's shade, or lift my dying eyes
From Afric's burning sands, it will be sweet
That I have toiled for other worlds than this.
I know I shall feel happier, than to die
On softer bed. And if I should reach heaven
If one that has so deeply, darkly sinned-

If one, whom ruin and revolt have held

With such a fearful grasp if one for whom

Satan has struggled, as he hath for me,
Should ever reach that blissful shore!

O then

This heart will glow with gratitude and love!
And thro' the ages of eternal years,

Thus saved, my spirit never shall repent

That toil and suffering once were mine below.

8KETCHES OF MISSIONARY LIFE.

No. III.-THE FIRST BEREAVEMENT: H. NEWELL.

EDITOR.

"There is a calm for those who weep,

A rest for weary pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground."

Montgomery.

GRATEFULLY did the missionary wanderers ascend the deck of the Creole, and turn their eyes towards the Isle of France, comforted with the hope of at length finding a place where they could labor for God in peace. After a voyage of about seven weeks, they had arrived within sight of their destination, and were joyfully anticipating the delight of again meeting their beloved associates in labor and in sorrow, and of holding converse with them, relative to their past sufferings and disappointments, and their future plans of usefulness and duty.

But another bitter cup awaits them, a cup which has already been drank to the very dregs by the disconsolate and heart-broken Newell, who comes on board to claim their prayers and their sympathies, as he tells them his devoted companion, the youthful and lovely Harriet, has fallen in death.

The afflicted Mrs. Judson thus describes her feelings at this painful bereavement. "Jan.