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. Yes, my friend, there is in heathen Asia a favored 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. W. 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 grace, and listen with eagerness to the word of life, was sufficient to draw tears of joy from eyes that 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, of every 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 would weep and repent in dust and ashes for their former criminality. O that every American might be prevented by sovereign grace from opposing or discouraging those who feel willing to engage in this work, lest the bicod of the heathen, at the last day, should be requir ed at their hands.

"Last evening, while thousands were preparing for the impure and idolatrous worship of Juggernaut, the native Christians assembled at the mission 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. Andover.

Serampore, June 27, 1812. "I HAVE taken my pen with an intentic 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 remember it for the encouragement of those females who anticipate walking in 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 that 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 been gratified. The voyage was tedious, but remarkably short. We were blest with a commander, who treated us with uniform respect, kindness and attention.

Our accommodations 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 vessel. 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. C. at his mansion

at Calcutta, and treated with the greatest hospitality. 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. C.'s wife is ill-he has only one son residing with him; he has lately commenced preaching-aged sixteen. Felix is stationed at Rangoon; William is at Cutwa; Jabez is studying law at Calcutta. Mr. W. superintends the printing. Mrs. W. has the care of providing for the mission family. Dr. and Mrs. M. are engaged in schools. Mrs. M. 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 waters of the Ganges. Here were thousands of our fellow creatures 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. O 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 assembled mass of worshippers. While writing, I hear the drum, and the instruments of idol music. July 31. 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 Andover friends.

In the greatest haste, yours,

H. NEWELL.

Love to dear Mr. and Mrs. W."

Extracts of a Letter to her Mother.

Serampore, July 14, 1812.

I NEVER enjoyed such excellent health as I have since we landed. For this I can never feel sufficiently thankful. And another blessing still greater, is an easy, contented mind. I have never looked forward more than once or twice with the least degree of anxiety. Though I am here in a strange land, wholly unsettled; yet I feel confident that He, who preserved me from the dangers of the stormy ocean, will not leave me unprovided for. I am sure, my dear mother, I have no excuse for complaining, while God is pleased to spare the life of my dear Mr. N. I have every accommodation at present, I could wish. The future I leave with God. I know that he can dispose of all events, infinitely better than I can. Here is consolation.

-While I know I am making Mr. N. happy, and increasing his usefulness, I shall be thankful I came here.

-I shall write you again, my dear mother, by the Caravan. Now I must leave you, after requesting your prayers for me in particular, and