hardships of a mission. But we shall shortly leavé these abodes of peace and security, and enter upon that self-denying life, among a savage people, upon which we calculated when we left our native country. It is not determined where our future lot will be cast. With respect to my connection with Mr. Newell, let me tell you that I am, and ever have been, perfectly satisfied with my choice. He is all that I could wish; affectionate, obliging, attentive, and in one word, every way deserving of my strongest attachment. It shall be my study through life, to render him happy and useful in the fatiguing path which he has selected. Oh that God would grant me the accomplishment of my wishes in this respect!

I have enjoyed far better health than I expected, when I left home. I have been miraculously supported through the fatigues of our tedious voyage. This is the rainy, hot season, and the most unhealthy in the year; but I think I never felt better in America; though many around us are suddenly dropping into eternity. There have been ten deaths in the mission family the last year. This is a sickly dying clime. You are probably still at New Haven, I hope making great proficiency in your studies, and preparing for eminent usefulness in the world. Oh, my brother, shall we meet in heaven, or shall we be separated for ever? Let us be solicitous to obtain an interest in Jesus, whatever else we lose. When the glad tidings reach this distant land, that a brother of mine, dear to my heart, has been redeemed from eternal woe, and become a disciple of the blessed Immanuel; Oh how will this delightful intelligence make me

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rejoice! how it will gladden the days of separation! I long to see our dear mother. Do your utmost, my dear John, to make her happy. The thought of meeting her in a world where there will be no parting, is sweet. All my beloved brothers and sisters will ever be dear to me. I cannot tell you how much I think of you all. I feel much happier than ever I expected to feel, in this heathen land. I am glad I came here; I am glad that our dear mamma was so willing to part with me, and that no opposition prevailed with me to relinquish the undertaking. Let me hear from you my dear, by every vessel bound to Asia. You know not how large a part of my happiness will consist in receiving letters from my American friends. Every particular will be interesting. For the present I must bid you farewell. May you be distinguished for your attachment to the cause of Jesus, and be made an eminent blessing to your dear friends, and to the world. Oh that by sanctifying grace you might shine as a star of the first magnitude in heaven, when dismissed from this life of toil and pain. Farewell, my dear, my ever dear brother-a short farewell. While I live, I shall ever find pleasure in subscribing myself your affectionate sister,

HARRIET NEWELL.

Extract from a Letter to her Sister M. at Charlestown. Serampore, June, 1812.

I HAVE found, my dear sister, that the trifling afflictions I have already had, have been more sanc

tified to me, than all the prosperity of my former life. They have taught me that this is a state of discipline, that permanent bliss must proceed from' God alone, and that heaven is the only rest that remains for the children of God.

While I write, I hear the dear Christian natives singing one of Zion's songs in the mission chapel. The sounds are melodious; they remind me of that ́. glorious day, when the children of Jesus, collected from Christian and heathen lands, will sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, on the blest plains of the new Jerusalem.

Letter to Mrs. C. of Boston.'

Calcutta, June, 1812.

THE last request of my dear Mrs. C. (when quitting the beloved land of my nativity), and the sincere affection which I feel for her, are my principal' inducements for ranking her among the number of my American correspondents.

I have witnessed scenes this morning calculated to excite the most lively sensations of compassion in the feeling mind. My heart, though so often a stranger to pity, has been pained within me. Weep, O my soul, over the forlorn state of the benighted heathen; and, O that the friends of Immanuel in my Christian country would shake off their criminal slothfulness," and arise for the help of the Lord against the mighty,' in lands where the prince of darkness has long been adored. The worship of the great god of the Hindoos has this day been celebrated. We were apprised yesterday at sunset of its near commencement, by the

universal rejoicing of the natives, which lasted thro the night. This morning we went in a budgerow to see the worship. Between fifteen and twenty thousand worshippers were assembled. The idol Juggernaut was taken from his pagoda, or temple, and bathed in some water taken from the river Ganges, and then raplaced in his former situation with shouts of joy and praise. This I did not see, the crowd was so great. After this, the people repaired to the river side, where they bathed in the sacred waters, said their prayers,counted their fingers, poured the muddy water down their infants' throats, and performed many other superstitious ceremonies with the utmost solemnity, and with countenances indicative of the sincerity of their hearts. Many of the females were decked with garlands of flowers, nose-jewels, large rings round their wrists, &c. Some deformed wretches and cripples attracted our attention, and excited our compassion. One man, bent almost to the ground, was supported by two of his companions, to the holy Ganges. There he doubtless hoped to wash away the pollution of his heart, ignorant of the blood of Jesus which does indeed cleanse from all sin. Oh! that an abler pen than mine would delineate to my dear Mrs. C. this idol worship. Surely her pious heart would be filled with tender sympathy for these benighted Asiatics, and her prayers would become more constant, more fervent, for the introduction and spread of the blessed gospel among them. Gladly would American believers leave the healthy civilized land of their birth, and spend their lives in preaching Jesus to the natives of India, did they but know how wretched, how ignorant, they are, and how

greatly they need the gospel. Do Christians feel the value of that gospel which bringeth salvation?

Let us leave the melancholy subject, and turn to one calculated to fill our minds with holy joy and devout thanksgivings to God. In this land of darkness, where the enemy of souls reigns triumphant, I see the blessedness of the Christian religion. Yes, my friend, there is in heathen Asia a favoured spot, where the darkness of heathenism is scattered, and the benign influences of the Holy Spirit are felt. Here Jesus has a people formed for his praise, redeemed by his precious blood from eternal woe, and made heirs of bliss everlasting. Bless the Lord, O our souls, and all that is within us, bless and praise his holy name! Last Sabbath afternoon I shall ever remember with peculiar emotions. Mr. Ward, a missionary blessed and beloved of our God, preached in Bengalee to a large collection of Hindoos and Mahometans. The dear converted natives appeared to enjoy the precious season greatly. To hear them join in singing one of Zion's songs; to see them kneel before the throne of almighty grace, and listen with eagerness to the word of life, was sufficient to draw tears of joy from eyes which never wept before. After service, each dear Christian Hindoo of both sexes came to us with looks expressive of their joy to see new missionaries; and, offering us their hands, they seemed to bid us a hearty welcome. I said to myself, such a sight as this would eternally silence the scruples, and the criminal opposition to missions, ofevery real believer. While such persons would intercede for the success of missionaries, and praise the Lord for what he has already done for these once degraded wretches, they