CHAPTER XX. "O ye whom Science chose to guide The liberal maxims you have taught! A transport this superior far To all the bliss th' exulting conqueror feels, When crowds triumphant hail him from the war, ROSCOE. LETTERS FROM ENGLAND-EMOTIONS THEY CAUSEBOITACONNAH-VISITS OF FRIENDS-MISSION FAMILY- BENEVOLENT INSTITUTION THE MUNIFICENCE OF GOVERNMENT TOWARDS IT-JUVENILE SOCIETY-MRS. LUSHINGTON-HON.J. H. HARINGTON -ADDRESS OF THE NATIVE BABOOS TO HIM-CHARITABLE FEELINGS IMPOSED ON-NATIVE PETITION -LAWSUITS. IT is quite impossible that those, who have never been separated for a length of time and by a great distance of space from the circle of their friends and scenes of their childhood, can conceive with what anxiety tidings from home are expected and examined by missionaries in the far distant provinces of the East. Many of them are placed in stations where only a very limited intercourse can be enjoyed with their fellow-countrymen. To such the arrival of a packet of English letters is an event of the greatest importance. To it their hopes have been directed for weeks and months, so that it has been expected with a sort of feverish impatience. But who can describe the varied emotions of the mind when the long wished-for packet really comes? With trembling hand the seal which secures the envelope is broken, whilst the starting tear sparkles as the contents meet the eye, and varied hues pass over the countenance, just in the same manner as we see the face of a meadow on a fine morning, when a brisk wind is stirring, and large clouds disjoined are rapidly traversing the sky, assume a brilliant and glittering hue as the piercing rays of the unveiled sun are reflected by the sparkling drops of dew, which as yet are unexhaled, and then in a moment from the shadow of a thick cloud, present a sombre aspect, which forms a striking contrast to the former vivid scene, until in a few minutes the cloud passes over, and clear sunshine again gilds the surface of the mead. Just so have I marked the alternate changes which have been produced on the countenances of my fellow-labourers; and thus have my own feelings varied when an English letter has been delivered by the dawk. Should any of my readers have friends in India, I beseech them by their affectionate remembrance not to let them mourn the dearth of news from Europe, for amidst the debilitating effects of the clime they need something to cheer and animate their minds; and I know nothing (secondary to the smile of a reconciled God), more calculated to effect this desirable end, than a warm hearted letter from home. When I became an inmate of the mission-house at Boitaconnah, the family circle was of an evening often cheered by the presence of some maritime friend, who, though not from the neighbourhood of either of our native towns, yet could tell us how matters were going on at home; and perhaps, in the course of the evening's chat, the pleasing fact would be elicited that he knew some person with whom we were acquainted, when a new zest would be imparted to the evening's pleasure, and the minutest details would be listened to with the most earnest attention. Those were some of the happiest days I spent in India, and the recollection of the evenings are still very pleasing to my mind. The mission family at that time consisted of Mr. and Mrs. E. Carey, Mr. and Mrs. Yates, Mr. and Mrs. Penney, and self, at Boitaconnah, and Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, Mr. and Mrs. Pearce, and Miss Chuffin in the Circular Road, whilst Mr. and Mrs. Adam occupied the mission bungalowe at Chitpore. Of these, Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Penney, and great distance of space from the circle of their friends and scenes of their childhood, can conceive with what anxiety tidings from home are expected and examined by missionaries in the far distant provinces of the East. Many of them are placed in stations where only a very limited intercourse can be enjoyed with their fellow-countrymen. To such the arrival of a packet of English letters is an event of the greatest importance. To it their hopes have been directed for weeks and months, so that it has been expected with a sort of feverish impatience. But who can describe the varied emotions of the mind when the long wished-for packet really comes? With trembling hand the seal which secures the envelope is broken, whilst the starting tear sparkles as the contents meet the eye, and varied hues pass over the countenance, just in the same manner as we see the face of a meadow on a fine morning, when a brisk wind is stirring, and large clouds disjoined are rapidly traversing the sky, assume a brilliant and glittering hue as the piercing rays of the unveiled sun are reflected by the sparkling drops of dew, which as yet are unexhaled, and then in a moment from the shadow of a thick cloud, present a sombre aspect, which forms a striking contrast to the former vivid scene, until in a few minutes the cloud passes over, and clear sunshine again gilds the surface of the mead. Just so have I marked the alternate changes which have been produced on the countenances of my fellow-labourers; and thus have my own feelings varied when an Engisst iener ins been delivered by the devk Stout any of my readers have friends in India. I beseech them by their affectionate remembrance no 1 let them mourn the dearth of news from Europe for anuast the debilitating effects of the time they used something to cheer and anmate her minds: and I know nothing (secondary to the sme of a reconciled God), more calculated to effect the desirable end, than a warm hearted letter from home. When I became an inmate of the mission-house at Boitaconnah, the family carcie was of an evening often cheered by the presence of some maritime friend, who, though not from the neighbourhood of either of our native towns, yet could tell us how matters were going on at home; and perhaps, in the course of the evening's chat, the pleasing fact would be elicited that he knew some person with whom we were acquainted, when a new zest would be imparted to the evening's pleasure, and the minutest details would be listened to with the most earnest attention. Those were some of the happiest days I spent in India, and the recollection of the evenings are still very pleasing to my mind. The mission family at that time consisted of Mr. and Mrs. E. Carey, Mr. and Mrs. Yates, Mr. and Mrs. Penney, and self, at Boitaconnah, and Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, Mr. and Mrs. Pearce, and Miss Chuffin in the Circular Road, whilst Mr. and Mrs. Adam occupied the mission bungalowe at Chitpore. Of these, Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Penney, and |