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riage that has often made me smile, and I wish I could picture it to my friends. It is
a pair of wheels drawn by a single horse. į Directly over the wheels is a kind of large i pillion, made so large that four, five, or six į natives sit on it. I have seen little carria1 ges for children drawn by a goat, and many i very elegant and expensive ones for those
of the affluent, drawn by a servant, for a little airing, at evening. Gentlemen and ladies of all classes ride in palanquins,
These are carried on the shoulders of four men, two before and two behind. When I first arrived here it seemed unpleasant and melancholy to see them, they so much resembled a bier.
• The climate of Bombay is commonly considered healthy and temperate for the latitude. From the latter part of November to the first of March, the weather is cool and comfortable. There are some quite cold nights; it would almost seem there might be frosts; but it has never been known here. It is not very uncommon at Surat, 300 miles north of this. At this season the birds sing as in spring at home: and I seldom go to chapel in the day-time, with
out being reminded of the psalmist's deci laration, • The swallow hath found a place for her nest, even thy tabernacles,' &c. It is thus here literally.
6 April and May are excessively warm. But from June, when the rains set in, to October, there is quite a pleasant temperature. October is hot, and considered the most unhealthy month in the year; probably on account of the exhalations.
“I believe rice is the only kind of esculent grain that grows'in Bombay. Wheat of good quality is brought here, and we have good bread at a reasonable rate. Vegetables are various at all seasons of the year. Onions, lettuce, peas, turnips, &c., may be obtained.
“Figs, raisins, and nuts of various kinds are brought from the Persian gulf. Dates are abundant. Oranges are not so‘good as in America. There are no lemons. Limes supply their place, but are far inferior. Citrous look very much like lemons, only larger and rather more bitter.”
“ March 17th, 1829-MR. GRAVES returns ed from his long tour. We have all reason
to bless God not only for continuing to him so good a measure of health, but also for giving him so prosperous a journey with many opportunities to preach Jesus and him crucified to multitudes, who had never before heard his name. The stone to designate the spot where the lamented Hall* sleeps in the midst of idolaters, was placed according to our wish, where it may serve as a memento to many a bewildered pagan, of one, who desired his salvation, and lost his life in attempts to promote it. Mr. G. described his feelings as having been very peculiar, on visiting the sepulchral spot of that dear brother in his labors. He had opportunity to recall to mind many an interesting feeling and painful struggle, which
** Mr. Hall died March 20th, 1826, while he was on a preaching tour upon the continent, at a place called Dhorlee- Dapoor. He was attacked with the cholera, and died in about nine hours.'
strove for existence in the breast of the dye ing missionary, far from friends and relatives, who might have administered to his wants in nature's last extremity. But his Saviour's presence was with him. His last words were,' glory, glory,' and undoubtedly he was speedily transferred to such glory as mortal eye hath never seen.
“ April 6th.-Last evening, three persons entered into church covenant with us at the chapel, after which the sacrament was administered to perhaps thirty persons, some of whom were pious soldiers from the fort, who frequently come to worship with us, and enjoy the ordinances of the gospel.”
The lively interest which the missionaries take in the monthly concert for prayer, is often expressed iņ Mrs. A.'s writings. The following is another specimen.
“Monday, June 1st.- On the day of monthly concert for prayer, it is always pleasant to direct my thoughts homewards: What multitudes of those who love the cause of Zion, and long for the salvation of the heathen, assemble during the sun's revolution to pray for this object-an object for which Jesus laid down his life, and for which we are permitted to labor. We do feel that it
is a cause which must prevail, though in this place, were we to look only at human agency, we must utterly despair. During our short residence here, we have often had sanguine hopes raised only to be blasted. It has frequently proved true, that those, who seemed particularly promising at first, have afterwards peculiarly tried us. But what can be expected of the human heart without any cultivation, without the teachings of the Holy Spirit, and with no moral restraint! O could those, who have always enjoyed the light of the gospel, and the privileges of Christianity, for a little time behold the degradation of this people; could they witness their vacant stare, when asked if they know who came to save them; could they follow them into their varius's conditions of life, and see the slavery in which they involve themselves to sin and the prince of darkness, together with the strength of those chains in which they voluntarily fetter themselves; surely their hearts would yearn over them, and their supplications would rise with increasing fervency, that God would here hasten this fulfilment of his promises. Multitudes are daily going down to the grave in ignorance and darkness, and if any seem favorably disposed towards the way of salvation, there are others ready to