n the presence of God, never more to part. Listen to the word of
the new teacher and the teacheress as you have done to mine. The
teacheress will be very much distressed. Strive to lighten her
burdens, and comfort her by your good conduct. Do not neglect
prayer. The eternal God, to whom you pray, is unchangeable. Earthly
teachers sicken and die, but God remains forever the same. Love
Jesus Christ with all your hearts, and you will be forever safe.'
This address I gathered from the Karens, as I was absent preparing
his things for the night. Having rested a few minutes, he offered a
short prayer, and then with Mr. Mason's assistance, distributed
tracts and portions of Scripture to them all. Early the next
morning we left for home, accompanied by nearly all the males and
some of the females, the remainder returning to their homes in the
wilderness. Mr. Boardman was free from pain during the day, and
there was no unfavorable change, except that his mouth grew sore.
But at four o'clock in the afternoon, we were overtaken by a
violent shower of rain accompanied by lightning and thunder. There
was no house in sight, and we were obliged to remain in the open
air, exposed to the merciless storm. We covered him with mats and
blankets, and held our umbrellas over him, all to no purpose. I was
obliged to stand and see the storm beating upon him, till his
mattress and pillows were drenched with rain. We hastened on, and
soon came to a Tavoy house. The inhabitants at first refused us
admittance, and we ran for shelter into the out-houses. The shed I
happened to enter, proved to be the 'house of their gods,' and thus
I committed an almost unpardonable offence. After some persuasion
they admitted us into the house, or rather verandah, for they would
not allow us to sleep inside, though I begged the privilege for my
sick husband with tears. In ordinary cases, perhaps, they would
have been hospitable; but they knew that Mr. Boardman was a teacher
of a foreign religion, and that the Karens in our company had
embraced that religion.

"At evening worship, Mr. Boardman requested Mr. Mason to read the
thirty-fourth Psalm. He seemed almost spent, and said, 'This poor
perishing dust will soon be laid in the grave; but God can employ
other lumps of clay to perform his will,