he ideas and practices of a system which
is the very centre of opposition to teaching like theirs. This record
of an "experience meeting" of three men and five women may be taken as
a type of Bengali Christianity when it was but two years old, and as a
contrast to that which prevails a century after:--

"Gokool. I have been the greatest of sinners, but I wish only to think
of the death of Christ. I rejoice that now people can no longer
despise the Gospel, and call us feringas; but they begin to judge for
themselves.

"Krishna Prosad. I have this week been thinking of the power of God,
that he can do all things; and of the necessity of minding all his
commands. I have thought also of my mother a great deal, who is now
become old, and who is constantly crying about me, thinking that I have
dishonoured the family and am lost. Oh that I could but once go and
tell her of the good news, as well as my brothers and sisters, and open
their eyes to the way of salvation!

"Ram Roteen. In my mind there is this: I see that all the debtahs
(idols) are nothing, and that Jesus Christ is the only Saviour. If I
can believe in him, and walk in his commandments, it may be well with
me.

"Rasoo. I am a great sinner; yet I wish continually to think of the
death of Christ. I had much comfort in the marriage of my daughter
(Onunda to Krishna Prosad). The neighbours talked much about it, and
seemed to think that it was much better that a man should choose his
own wife, than that people should be betrothed in their infancy by
their parents. People begin to be able to judge a little now about the
Christian ways.

"Jeymooni. In this country are many ways: the way of the debtahs; the
way of Jagganath, where all eat together; the way of Ghospara, etc.
Yet all these are vain. Yesoo Kreest's death, and Yesoo Kreest's
commands--this is the way of life! I long to see Kreest's kingdom
grow. This week I had much joy in talking to Gokool's mother, whose
heart is inclined to judge about the way of Kreest. When I was called
to go and talk with her, on the way I thought within myself, but how
can I explain the way of Kreest? I am but a woman, and do not know
much. Yet I recollected that the blessing does not come from us: God
can bless the weakest words. Many Bengali women coming from the
adjoining houses, sat down and heard the word; and I was glad in hoping
that the mercy of God might be found by this old woman. [Gokool's
mother.]

"K