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N. B. We are requested to state that the sum of £11 11s, from Oxford, acknowledged the December Herald, comprised the following Donations.

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The Editor finds it necessary to remind his friends in various parts of the Country, that the pages of the Herald were never designed to contain more than a transient and general notice of sums received; all of which are entered, with the requisite particulars, in the Annual Reports. With the utmost desire to oblige every correspondent, it will appear at once that the line hitherto adopted cannot be departed from, when it is stated that if contributions were detailed in the manner some appear to wish, nearly one half of the Herald must be occupied with particulars of mere local interest, to the exclusion of that missionary intelligence which all desire to peruse.

The information from our esteemed friend at Gloucester shall be duly attended to in the next Report.

Our Correspondent at Lyme, is informed that no letters have lately been received from Mr. S. The vessel, for aught that is known to the contrary, arrived safely at her destination.

A box of Magazines, &c. has been received from a friend who gives us neither name nor address; as also various articles for the Female Schools from Miss Jones, of Liverpool, and Miss Meyer, of Hackney.

We are desired to mention, for the information of those ladies who may be kindly employing themselves for the benefit of the native Female Schools at Calcutta, in consequence of the intimation in our Herald for November last, that, in addition to the articles then enumerated, Drawings, Nett Shoes for infants, &c. comfortables' (to be worn round the neck) will be acceptable. Ornaments made of white paste-board are not it seems, liable to the objection apprehended by some.

Littlewood and Green, Printers, 15, Old Bailey.

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WEEKLY AND MONTHLY CONTRIBUTORS

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Baptist Missionary Society.

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BAPTIST CHAPEL AND PREMISES, EAST QUEER STREET, KINGSTON.

CHRISTIAN FRIENDS,

break over the vessel and entomb us all, my mind was in a horrible stateI was afraid to die-I could not think of appearing before God but in dread dismay-Ellen would come to me and say, with all possible composure, 'Never mine, Missee, look to Jesu Christ-he gave-he rule de sea-be prepared to die.'

More than three years ago (in Oct. 1823) we gave in our Quarterly Paper, No. 8, a drawing of the Chapel occupied by Mr. Coultart's congregation in East Queen Street, Kingston. Since then the Society have been kindly presented by Mr. Coultart with paintings of the whole premises there, of which an exact representation is given on the preceding page. On the left is the Missionary dwelling-house, surrounded by a garden, from which there is a communication, not visible in the picture, with the chapel-yard. At the upper end of this yard stands the school--I knew nothing of religion,—poor house, where upwards of 200 children receive daily instruction on the British system. It is conducted by Mr. and Mrs. Knibb, and the expense, which is considerable, is defrayed by the church and congregation under the care of Mr. Coultart.

The larger building, moro in front, is the chapel, which is capable of holding 2000 persons, or more, and which was erected, in great part, by contributions raised on the spot. The whole of the premises are regularly vested in trustees, for the uses to which they are now devoted; and we trust they will long continue to be eminently beneficial to the numerous population of the city in which they stand.

The following communication from a minister, in relation to a female negro, belonging to this congregation, providentially thrown in his way, will be considered a pleasing proof that instructions given there have not been in vain.

"Some few years since I was preaching at Plymouth, when a request was sent to the pulpit to this effect:"The thanksgivings of this congregation are desired to Almighty God, by the captain, passengers, and crew of the

West Indiaman, for their merciful escape from shipwreck during the late awful tempest.'

"The following day I went on board the vessel, accompanied by some pious friends from the shore, and, in conversation with the passengers, a lady thus expressed herself:- Oh, Sir, what an invaluable blessing must personal religion be !-never did I see it more exemplified than in my poor negress, Ellen, during the dreadful storm. When we were tossed to the heavens, and sunk again to the depths, and expecting every succeeding wave would

"And when, Sir, we neared the shore, and were at a loss to know on what part of the coast we were got, fearing every minute to be dashed to atoms on the rocks, my mind still in a most distracted state-I feared to die

Ellen, with the same composure as before, came to me and said, 'Don't be fear, Missee, look to Jesu Christ-he de rock-no shipwreck on dat rockhe save to the utmost-don't be fear, Missee, look to Jesu Christ.' I determined, I hope in Divine strength, that if ever we reached the shore in safety, I would seek to possess that religion which so supported the heart of a poor negro in the midst of such dreadful circumstances.'

"Of course (continued the minister) I wished to see this poor, yet rich, African. She was called to the cabin, but as I wished our conversation to be heard by the sailors, I desired her to go on deck, which she did, and we followed.

"Minister-Well, Ellen, I am glad to find that you know something of Jesus Christ.

"Ellen-Jesu Christ, Massa-oh, he be very good to my soul:-Jesu Christ-oh, he very dear to me.'

"Minister-How long is it, Ellen, since you first knew the Saviour, who is so precious to you?

"Ellen-Why, Massa, some time ago me hear Massa Kitching* preach about de blessed Jesu. He say to we black people, de blessed Jesu come down from de good world; he pity we poor sinners. We die or he die-he die dat we no die-he suffer on de cross

he spill precious blood for we poor sinners. Me feel me sinner-me cryme pray to Jesu, and he save me by precious blood. Oh! Jesu Christ very good, he save me.'

"Minister-And when did you see Mr. Kitching last, Ellen?

"Ellen-Missee Kitching, Sir, de fever take him--he lie bed-he call we black peoples his children-he say, come round de bed, my children ;— he

Mr. Christopher Kitching, who died at Kingston, Dec. 18, 1819.

den say, my children, I go to God, meet me before my God I go to God, meet me before my God, and den he fall asleep.'

"Minister-Oh then, Ellen, Mr. Kitching is dead, is he?

"Ellen-Dead, Sir; oh no, Massa Kitching no die; he fell asleep, and he sleep till de trumpet of the archangel wake him, and den he go to God. Yes, de trumpet of the archangel wake him, and den he go up to God-Massa Kitching no die, he fall asleep.'

"Enviable Christianity! which enables a poor African to regard death as a sleep, from which the archangel's trump will awake, and summon to the eternal society and enjoyment of that precious Redeemer, whom, having not seen, I hope we love!"

In our last number, we mentioned that intelligence might soon be expected from Mr. and Mrs. Judson and their Missionary companions, in the Burman empire. That anticipation has been fulfilled; a very interesting letter has come to hand from Mrs. J., occupied with a relation of the sufferings they had endured for the two years in which the Burmese government and our own were at war. The whole letter is much too long for insertion, but we give an extract or two, which will serve to shew what dangers our Missionary friends are exposed to, in their endeavours to introduce the gospel into such a country, and to awaken sentiments of gratitude towards Him who so remarkably preserved them.

Soon after the war commenced, all the Europeans in Ava were arrested, and put into close confinement. Mrs. Judson gives the following account of the seizure of her excellent husband.

"On the 8th of June, a city writer, at the head of a dozen savages, with one, whose marked face denoted him an executioner, rushed into the house, and demanded Mr. Judson. 'You are called by the King,' said the writer, (a mode of expression, when about to execute the King's orders,) and instantly the small cord was produced by the man with the spotted face, who roughly seized Mr. J., threw him on the floor, and tied his arms behind him. The scene was now dreadful. The little children were screaming with fear; the Burmans in our employ running here and there, endeavouring to escape from the hands of

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those unfeeling wretches; and the Bengal servants, mute with amazement and horror at the situation in which they saw their master. I offered money to the executioner, and entreated him to untie Mr. J., but in vain were my tears or entreaties: they led him away, I knew not where; and I was left guarded by ten men, who had received strict orders to confine me close, and let no one go in or out. I retired to my room, and attempted to pour out my soul to Him, who, for our sakes, was bound and led away for execution; and, even in that dreadful moment, I experienced a degree of consolation hardly to be expected. But this employment was of short duration. The magistrate of that part of Ava in which we lived, was in the verandah, continually calling me to come out, and submit to his examination. Supposing that all our letters and writings would be examined, and feeling conscious of having noted down every occurrence since my arrival in Ava, I instantly destroyed every thing of the kind, having no time to make a selection; and then went out to receive the officer. This writer was ordered to write down my name, age, and country, the names of my four little Burman girls, and those of the two Bengalee servants, then pronounced us all as slaves of the King, and again ordered the guard to watch me closely, and departed. It was now near evening. With what anxiety I waited the return of our faithful Moung Ing, who had followed Mr. Judson at a short distance, to seo what became of him. I had then no doubt but I could procure the release of Mr. J., (if he had not been executed), by getting a petition presented to the Queen. But I was also a prisoner, and could not move out of the house. After dark, Moung Ing returned with the intelligence, that he saw Mr. J. conducted to the court house, thence to the death prison, the gates of which were closed, and he saw no more."

In the inner part of this horrid abode, Mrs. Judson discovered the next morning that her husband, Dr. Price, and three English gentlemen were confined, each with three pair of iron fetters, and fastened with a long pole. By means of a present of money and fine cloth, their situation was rendered somewhat more comfortable, but all her efforts to procure their liberation, by personal entreaties with ladics at court, who had formerly shewed her

much favour, were completely unavailing. The next day, three of the King's officers came to the Mission House to take an account of their property.

They did the same with regard to the books, medicine and most of the furniture; and on presenting the list to the king, he gave an order that these articles should not be taken at present. These gentlemen, however, took every thing new or curious, and whatever to them seemed valuable. When they had finished, I gave them tea, and begged the royal treasurer to intercede for the release of Mr. Judson. After their departure, I had an opportunity of going to the queen's sister-in-law, who informed me, that she had presented my petition to the queen, and that her reply was, 'he is not to be executed, let

"They first demanded my silver, gold, and jewels. I replied, that gold I had none, jewels I had never worn since my residence in their country, but here was a key of a trunk which contained the silver, open and look for themselves." They seemed pleased with my offering them the key, requested I would open the trunk, and that only one person should be allowed to enter my inner-room to take an account of the property. And here justice obliges me to say, that the con-him remain where he is.'" duct of these Burman officers in this transaction, was more humane and civilized than any other we witnessed while in Ava. The silver was weighed and laid aside. Have you no more!' said one of them. Search for yourselves,' replied I, 'the house is at your disposal.' Have you not deposited money and jewels in the hands of others?' I have no friend in this country with whom should I deposit treasure? Where is your watch?' I produced an old one of Mr. J.'s, which had been out of use for a long time, but which answered their purpose just as well, and was the means of preserving a good one I had then about me. Where are your goods, your pieces of muslin, handkerchiefs, &c. Mr. Judson is no merchant, he neither buys nor sells, but subsists on the free offerings of the disciples of Christ, who collected the money you have just taken to build a church for the preaching of the Gospel. Is it suitable to take the property of a Pongyee?' (priest). It is contrary to our wishes,' said Kong-tong, but we act in obedience to our king's command.' Our trunks of wearing apparel were then examined. I begged they would not take them, as they could be of no use to the king, but to us they were invaluable. They said, a list only should be taken, and presented to his majesty, when, if he gave no further order, they should remain.

Such a reply as this was almost enough to induce despair. Still Mrs. Judson persevered in making application to the various members of government-among others, to the celebrated Bundoolah, the chief general of the Burmese army, but all in vain. The hot season had now commenced, which in that country is dreadfully severe, and the white prisoners were all put inside of the common prison, in five pair of irons each, amidst such a crowd of native thieves and robbers, that they had not room enough to lie down. Near a hundred prisoners were confined in one room without a window or hole for the admittance of air, and the door kept closed. No one will wonder that the poor sufferers lost all appetite, and looked more like corpses than living men. Mr. Judson was taken in a high fever, and it seemed too probable that death would soon terminate his sufferings.

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We had marked another extract for insertion, but our limits will not allow. We can merely say, that after a dreary period of suffering, painful to contemplate, deliverance was at length afforded at the peremptory requisition of the brave and generous Sir Archibald Campbell. "May God reward him an hundred fold," exclaims Mrs. Judson, in the grateful warmth of her feelings, "and prepare him for the future enjoyment of heaven."

N.B. These papers are intended for distribution (gratis) to those friends who contribute a penny a week or more for the Baptist Missionary Society.

Persons collecting to the amount of sixpence a week are entitled to a copy of the Missionary Herald, which is published monthly, containing a variety of interesting intelligence. Such friends as are disposed to become collectors, and who know not where to apply in their own neighbourhood, may write by post to the Rev. John Dyer, 6, Fen Court, Fenchurch Street, London, who will send them Cards and Papers, and direct them how to remit the money.

J. Haddon, Printer, Castle Street, Finsbury.

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