AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A MISSIONARY. CHAPTER I. MRS. TOBIN was a tall, thin lady, with a solemn aspect and bilious complexion. She rose in a very stately manner to receive me, and waved her arm towards a seat with the air of a queen. Then she sank back on the sofa as if exhausted by the effort, and, in doing so, dislodged her handkerchief from the pillow. Fixing her eyes on the ceiling, she exclaimed, with a very languid voice: "Boy, boy!" when, to my surprise, instead of one of those nondescript youths called, in England, pages, there VOL. II. B |