chool, besides studying the language. Her letters
to her sister show a spirit chastened and saddened, but not crushed by
sorrow, and still tenderly solicitous for the spiritual welfare of her
dear brothers and sisters in America. She urges them by every motive, to
embrace that Saviour she had found so precious. After telling them of
the "glorious revival among the Karens," and of the baptism of
seventy-three of them, she asks how they feel when they hear of the
conversion of these poor children of the wilderness? "Some," she says,
"indeed most of those who have been baptized, were impressed with the
infinite importance of religion at the first time of hearing the gospel,
and gave themselves no rest till they found it in the Saviour. O, I
tremble and can scarcely hold my pen while I think of the awful account
_you_ must render to God, if after all your privileges, you fall short
of Heaven at last.... How can you resist any longer? You cannot, you
will not--something tells me you will give yourself immediately,
unreservedly to that compassionate Saviour whose love was stronger than
death."

Her confidence was justified; for some months later she says, "Dearly
beloved brother and sister, a parcel of letters from America has reached
us, which we eagerly opened, ... and received the delightful,
heart-cheering intelligence that you have both become followers of
Jesus, and have openly professed his name, and that two others of the
dear children are serious.... Oh I have wept hours at the thought of
God's goodness in giving me such joyful news in the midst of my sorrows.
And is it indeed true that my own dear Harriet and my dearly loved
brother are adopted into the family of God's chosen ones? Are your names
really written in the Lamb's book of life?... And do each of you when
alone in your closet before your Heavenly Father, feel that he draws
near to you, and that sweeter than all the pleasures of the world is
communion with him? O I know that you do; and now do I feel a union with
you unknown before. How sweet to feel, that while wandering, a lonely
desolate widow, some of those whom I most love, remember me every day
before a throne of grace. Now when I kneel in prayer the voice of
praise is on my lips. At each thought of home, my heart leaps for joy,
and I feel as if relieved of a heavy burden which continually weighed
down my spirits while thinking of my absent brothers and sisters.... The
accounts of the glorious revival