would weep and repent in dust and ashes for their former criminality. Oh! that every American might be prevented by sovereign grace from opposing or discouraging those who feel willing to engage in this work, lest the blood of the heathen, at the last day, should be required at their guilty hands.

Last evening, while thousands were preparing for the impure and idolatrous worship of Juggernaut, the native Christians assembled at the missionary chapel for prayer. Their engagedness in prayer, though I could not understand a word they said, made a deep impression on my mind.

To Miss S. H. of Andover.

Serampore, June 27, 1812.

I HAVE taken my pen with an intention of writing my dear Miss H. a very long letter. I know she will not expect the wife of a missionary to study correctness of style, or to make her hand-writing appear beautiful; the easy, unreserved, unstudied style of a friend, will better suit her. "They that cross the ocean, change their climate, but not their minds." This is confirmed by my own experience. In this distant heathen land, far from the dear spot of my birth, my attachment to my American friends is as strong as ever. Those whom I once loved, I now sincerely strongly love, though the anticipation of meeting them again in this world is totally relinquished. But would you infer from this, that a separation from the friends I love so dearly, renders me unhappy? Far otherwise, my dear Miss H. Let me assure you (and do you remember it for the

encouragement of those females who anticipate walking the same path,) that I never enjoyed more solid happiness, never was so free from discontent and anxiety, as since I left my native country. It is true I have suffered many privations and inconveniences, and some hardships; but I have likewise had many blessings, and found valuable sources of pleasure, which I did not expect. Since I have been in India, every wish of my heart, as it respects temporal things, has beer gratified. The voyage was tedious, but remarkably pleasant. We were blest with a commander who treated us with uniform re-spect, kindness, and attention. Our accommoda-tions were good, and we spent many happy hours in our little rooms. The sight of land was very pleasant, as you will imagine. Sailing up the river Hoogly, we were delighted with the variegated charming scenes around us. When we reached Calcutta we were surrounded by the tawny natives, and half stunned with their perpetual chattering. We had some interesting conversation with the Circars who could talk English, on board the ves sel.

While our astonishment was excited at hearing their superstitions, how could our hearts remain unaffected about their wretched state! We were affectionately received by the good Dr. Carey, at his mansion at Calcutta, and treated with the greatest hospitality. Imagine to yourself a large stone house, with six lofty spacious keeping and lodging rooms, with the same number of unimproved rooms below: such is the building. Imagine a small bald-headed man of sixty; such is the one whose name will be remembered. to the latest generation.

He is now advanced to a state of honour, with six thousand dollars a-year. We accepted his invitation to visit the mission family at Serampore; took a boat, and at eleven the next evening reached the happy dwelling of these friends of Immanuel. Here peace and plenty dwell, and we almost forget that we are in a land of pagan darkness. Dr. Carey's wife is ill; he has only one son residing with him, who has lately commenced preaching, aged sixteen*: Felix is stationed at Rangoon, where he has lately married a native; William is at Cutwa; Jabezt is studying law at Calcutta. Mr. Ward superintends the printing. Mrs. Ward has the care of providing for the whole mission family. Dr. and Mrs. Marshman are engaged in schools. Mrs. Marshman has had twelve children; six are dead. She has now thirteen-six of her own, and seven adopted ones. These schools are productive of much good.

We attended the worship of the great god of the Hindoos a fortnight since. The idol was taken from his temple, and bathed in the sacred water of the Ganges. Here were thousands of our fellowcreatures washing in the river, expecting to wash away their sins. A sight which will not admit of description. My heart, if insensible as steel before, was pained within me, when witnessing such a scene. Oh, the beauty of the gospel of Jesus! Shall a Christian be found in America, who is opposed to missions? Forbid it, Heaven! To-day the great Juggernaut is removed from his temple, placed on his car, and drawn in triumph through the assem

• Mr. Jonathan Carey, his fourth and youngest son. ED. See Note, p. 144.

bled mass of worshippers. Some will probably sacrifice their lives, and this only three miles distant. from Serampore. While writing, I hear the drum and the instruments of idol music.

July 21. I have only time to tell my dear Miss H. that I shall this day leave Calcutta for the Isle of France. I have not time to read the above, but send it full of errors. Do write me; do let me hear soon from all my American friends.

In the greatest haste your's,

Love to dear Mr. and Mrs. W.

H. NEWELL

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To her Sister E.

Mission House, Serampore, July, 14, 1812.

How is my dear, ever dear Elizabeth? Happy,» I would hope, in the possession of every temporal blessing heart can wish, and in the still richer bless-ings of the gospel. To tell you that I long ardently to see you, would be only saying what you already know. Though at a great distance from you, the ties are still strong which unite me to you. Never shall I cease to love you. I have given our dear mother many particulars respecting my past and present situation and prospects. Such is our unsettled state at present, that I can say little or nothing to any one. The Harmony has not yet arrived, we are daily expecting her. No determina-" tion can be made without the other brethren. The East India Company have ordered. us to return to America. We have relinquished the idea of sta tioning a mission at Burmah entirely. Several other

places have been thought of, but it is still uncertain. where we shall go. You will perhaps hardly credit me when I tell you, that it is fully as expensive living here as in America. I am disappointed greatly in this respect. Some things are cheap, others very dear. As soon as we fix upon a station, I am positive I shall write you to send me a box of necessaries from America. Tell mamma that my bed-quilt I shall value very highly. India calico bears the same price here as in America. English calicoes, an enormous price. Common English stockings between 3 and 4 rupees. The country stockings 1 rupee, and they are not worth half that. Some articles of provisions are very high, and likewise house rent; and yet we are told that no where in Asia can we live so cheap as here. We have excellent accommodations at the missionhouse-indeed we have every thing at present to make us happy. We shall remove to some rooms in the garden, when the Harmony arrives, where all our brethren will be invited to stay till we leave Bengal. I love these dear Missionaries very much. I never expected so many kindnesses from them. Mrs. Marshman has a lovely school of English young ladies, where they are instructed in embroidery, working muslin, and various other things. Miss Susan Marshman of 14, is studying Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. Mrs. Ward is a motherly woman, very active and kind. Miss Hobson, a niece of Dr. C. from England, is here, a very pretty girl. Lieutenant Moxon from the Mahratta country is likewise at the mission-house. Mr. Carapeit Aratoon, the Armenian, and wife, are resid