WAY-WORN PILGRIM. Way-worn pilgrim, child of fears, List, ye weary; list, ye faint: Ye who tremble, ye who sigh, Pleased to tread to meet your God, The path of thorns your Saviour trod; ANON MY REST IS IN HEAVEN. H. T. LYTE. My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, Or building my hopes in a region like this; The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy, Let doubt, then, and danger, my progress oppose, A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, 8KETCHES OF MISSIONARY LIFE. No. XI.-THE DARK CLOUDS BREAKING. EDITOR. "Ye feeblu saints, fresh courage take; In blessings on your head.' Cowper. THOUGH the missionaries had left Oung-penlay, their sufferings were by no means at an end. The dark clouds still hung over them, though they were soon to break in blessings on their heads. Mr. Judson was still in the hands of the government officers. He was soon, however, dispatched to the Burmese camp, at Maloon, where he remained six weeks, acting in the capacity of translator and interpreter. In his absence, Mrs. J. was seized with the spotted fever, which had well-nigh ended her sorrows and her life. She lost her reason, became insensible, had her head shaved, and her feet covered with blisters, and at length was so far gone, that the Burmese neighbors, who had come in to see her expire, said: "She is dead; and if the king of angels should come in, he could not recover her." More than a month elapsed after she recovered her reason before she was able to stand. At length she was informed that Mr. Judson had returned to Ava, had been re-conducted to prison, and that the report was, that he was to be sent back to Oung-pen-lay. Referring to this additional shock, she says: "I was too weak to bear ill tidings of any kind; but a shock so dreadful as this almost annihilated me. For some time I could hardly breathe; but at last gained sufficient composure to dispatch Moung Ing to our friend, the governor of the north gate, and begged him to make one more effort for the release of Mr. Judson, and prevent his being sent back to the country prison, where I knew he must suffer much, as I could not follow. Moung Ing then went in search of Mr. Judson; and it was nearly dark, when he found him in the interior of an obscure prison. I had sent food early in the afternoon, but being unable to find him, the bearer had returned with it, which added another pang to my distresses, as I feared he was already sent to Oung-pen-lay. If I ever felt the value and efficacy of prayer, I did at this time. I could not rise from my couch; I could make no efforts to secure my husband; I could only plead with that great and powerful Being who has said: 'Call upon me in the day of trouble, and I will hear, and thou shalt glorify me;' and who made me at this time feel so powerfully this promise, that I became quite composed, feeling assured that my prayers would be answered." Nor was this confidence in God misplaced. The hour of complete deliverance from these dreadful trials was at hand. The English army had penetrated far up the Irrawaddy, and were rapidly approaching Ava. The capital was in a dreadful state of alarm, and the government was at length convinced that some speedy measures must be taken to save "the golden city." Judson and Price were now sought out, and their assistance requested in inducing the English general to grant a peace. Dr. Price was sent as an ambassador to the English camp. He returned with a demand from Sir Archibald Campbell of a hundred lacks of rupees, or about five millions of dollars, to be paid in four instalments, and the release of all the white prisoners, including the American missionaries. The king objected to the release of the latter, and said "they are not English, they are my people, and shall not |