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who have had your advantages are needed to protect the sanctities of the Home, to further the enterprises of the Church, to preserve the order of Society, and to ensure the safety of the State. Wisdom as well as love is needed. When a child is smitten with disease, it taxes all the love of the parent and all the skill of the physician to bring about the restoration. Much more in the service of the Church, and of Society, and of the State do we need the skill and wisdom, as well as the most generous devotion. Take with you, therefore, this ideal of Christian culture, and then whilst your opportunities have been great, and your responsibilities are great— great, too, will be your work and your reward.
BY ANNIE CLARKE.
FOR the way Thy love has led us, we give thanks and sing
And ofttimes we toiled with crosses that were hard to bear,
Shine and shadow, calm and storm, with changing loss or gain,
Jesus, we have found Thee true! Thy mercy never fails,
For the way Thy love has led us, we give thanks and sing
HEATHEN CLAIMS AND CHRISTIAN DUTY.*
IT is not as a mission worker in even the humblest department of mission work that I have been asked to speak to-night, but as a traveller, and as one who has been made a convert to missions, not by missionary successes, but by seeing in four and a half years of Asiatic travelling the desperate needs of the un-Christianized world. There was a time when I was altogether indifferent to missions, and would have avoided a mission station rather than have visited it. But the awful, pressing claims of the un-Christianized nations which I have seen have taught me that the work of their conversion to Christ is one to which one would gladly give influence and whatever else God has given one.
In the few words that I shall address to you to-night, I should like, (for I cannot tell you anything new or anything that you do not already know) just to pass on some of the ideas which have suggested themselves to my own mind in my long and solitary travels, and perhaps especially since I came home, full of the needs of the heathen world, and to some extent amazed at the apathy and callousness of the Christian Church at home. I have visited the Polynesian Islands, Japan, Southern China, the Malay Peninsula, Ceylon, Northern India, Cashmere, Western Thibet, and Central Asia, Persia, Arabia, and Asia Minor. In each of these countries I have avoided, as much as possible, European settlements, and have scarcely lingered so long as I could have wished at mission stations. My object was to live among the people, and I have lived much in their own houses and among their tents, always with a trustworthy interpreter, sharing their lives as much as possible, and to some extent winning their confidence by means of a inedicine-chest which I carried. Wherever I have been I have seen sin and sorrow and
I cannot tell of the fields whitening unto harvest, nor have I heard the songs of rejoicing labourers bringing the sheaves home. But I have seen work done, the the seed sown in tears by labourers sent out by you, honest work which has made me more and more earnestly desire to help the cause of missions from a personal knowledge of the work in the mission fields, but not among the lower races, or the fetich worshippers, or among the simpler systems which destroy men's souls. The reason, perhaps, why I have seen so little missionary success is because the countries in which I have travelled are the regions of great, elaborate, philosophical religious systems, such as Buddhism, Hinduism and Mohammedanism.
Naturally, among those at home there is a disposition to look at the work done. On my part there may be too great a disposition, possibly, to look at the work left undone, because it seems to me so vast and so appalling. The enthusiasm of Exeter Hall has in it something that to many is delightful and contagious. We sing hopeful, triumphant hymns; we hear of what the Lord has done, of encouragements which a merciful God gives to inadequate and feeble efforts, and some of us perhaps think that little remains to be accomplished, and that the kingdoms of this world are about to become "the kingdoms of our God and of His Christ." But such is not the case, and I think that we may, instead of congratulating ourselves upon the work done, though we thankful for what God has enabled us to do, bow our heads in shame that we have done so little and served so little. And I would like to-night that we should turn away from those enchantments, for enchantments they truly are, and set our faces towards the wilderness,
• From an address delivered in Exeter Hall, London, by Mrs. Isabella Bird Bishop, F.R.G.S., and Honorary Fellow of the Royal Scottish Geographical Society.
The work is only beginning, and we have barely touched the fringe of it. The natural increase in population in the heathen world is outstripping at this moment all our efforts; and if it is true, and I believe it has never been contradicted, that four millions only have been baptized within this century, it has also been said without contradiction that the natural increase of the heathen world in that time has been two hundred millions, awful contemplation for us to-night. It is said that there are eight hundred millions on our earth to whom the name of Jesus Christ is unknown, and that ten hundred and thirty millions are not in any sense Christianized. Of these, thirtyfive millions pass annually in one ghastly, reproachful, mournful procession into Christless graves. They are dying so very fast! In China alone, taking the lowest computation of the population which has been given, it is estimated that fourteen hundred die every hour, and that in this one day thirty-three thousand Chinese have passed beyond our reach. And if this meeting were to agree to send a missionary tomorrow to China, before he could reach the Chinese shores one and a half millions of souls would have passed from this world into eternity. Nineteen centuries have passed away, and only one-third of the population of our earth is even. nominally Christian.
In some countries I have hardly ever been in a woman's house or near a woman's tent without being asked for drugs with which disfigure the favourite wife, to take away her life, or take away the life of the favourite wife's infant son. This request has been made of me nearly two hundred times. This is only an indication of the daily life of whose miseries we think so little, and which is a natural product of the systems that we ought to have subverted long ago.
There are no sanctities of home; nothing to tell of righteousness, temperance, or judgment to come, only a fearful looking for, in the future, of fiery indignation from some quarter, they know not what ; a dread of everlasting rebirths into forms of obnoxious reptiles or insects, or of tortures which are infinite and which are depicted in pictures of fiendish ingenuity.
And then one comes to what sickness is to them. If one speaks of the sins, one is bound to speak of the sorrows too. The sorrows of heathenism impressed me, sorrows which humanitarianism, as well as Christianity, should lead us to roll away. Sickness means to us tenderness all about us, the hushed footfall in the house, everything sacrificed for the sick person, no worry or evil allowed to enter into the sick-room, kindness of neighbours who, maybe, have been strangers to us, the skill of doctors ready to alleviate every symptomall these are about sick beds, together with loving relations and skilful nurses; and if any of us are too poor to be nursed at home there are magnificent hospitals where everything that skill and money can do is provided for the poorest among us. And, besides, there are the Christian ministries of friends and ministers, the reading of the Word of God, the repetition of hymns full of hope-all that can make a sick-bed a time of peace and blessing enters our own sick-room, and even where the sufferer has been impenitent, He "who is able to save to the very uttermost,' stands by the sick-bed ready even in the dying hour to cleanse and receive the parting soul.
But what does sickness mean to millions of our fellow-creatures in heathen lands? Throughout the East sickness is believed to be the work of demons. The woe and sickness in the un-Christianized world are beyond telling, and I would ask my sisters here to remember that these woes press most heavily upon women.
This is only a glimpse of the sorrows of the heathen world. May we seek to realize in our own days
of sickness and the days of sickness of those dear to us, what illness means for those millions who are without God in the world, and go from this meeting resolved, cost what it may, to save them from these woes and to carry the knowledge of Christ into these miserable homes What added effort can we make? The need for men and women is vast, and I see many young men and women here who perhaps have not yet decided upon their life work. Then go. Young Christian friends, here is the noblest opening for you that the world presents. A life consecrated in foreign lands to the service of the Master is I believe, one of the happiest lives that men or women live upon this earth. It may be that advancement in the professions at home may be sacrificed by going to the foreign field; but in the hour when the soldier lays his dinted armour down, after the fight has been fought, and the hands which were pierced for our redemption crown his brow with the Crown of Life, and the prize of the high calling of God is won, will there be one moment's regret, think you, for the abandoned prizes of the professions at home?
Our responsibilities are increased by our knowledge. We pray God to give the means to send forth labourers. Has He not given us the means? Have we not the means to send forth the missionaries? Have not our friends the means? And when we pray God to give us the means, may we not rather pray Him to consume the selfishness which expends our means upon ourselves? Dare we, can we, sing such hymns as "All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood,"
and yet surround ourselves with these "vain things "-the lust of the eyes and the vainglory of life? Our style of living is always rising. We are always accumulating. We fill our houses with pleasant things. We decorate our lives till further decoration seems almost impossible. Our expenditure on ourselves is enormous; and when I returned
from Asia two years ago I thought that the expenditure on the decoration of life among Christian people had largely risen; and I think so still, and think so increasingly. Now we have many possessions. We have old silver, we have jewellery, objects of art, rare editions of books, things that have been given to us by those we have loved and which have most sacred associations. All these would bring their money value if they were sold. May we not hear the Lord's voice saying to us in regard to these, our treasured accumulations, "Lovest thou Me more than these?" It is time we should readjust our expenditure in the light of our increased knowledge; and not in the light of our increased knowledge alone, but that we should go carefully over our stewardship at the foot of the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, in the light of those eyes which closed in death for our redemption.
In conclusion let me say that the clock which marks so inexorably the time allotted to each speaker, marks equally inexorably the passing away of life. Since I began to speak two thousand five hundred human beings at the lowest computation have passed before the bar of God. "The voice
of thy brother's blood crieth unto Me from the ground?"
The fields are white unto harvest, but who is to be the reaper? Is it to be the Lord of the harvest, or him who has been sowing the tares ever since the world began ? Let each of us do our utmost by any amount of self-sacrifice to see that it shall be the Lord of the harvest. And may the constraining memories of the cross of Christ, and the great love wherewith He loved us, be so in us that we may pass that love on to those who are perishing. "We know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for our sakes He became poor," and we hear His voice to-night, ringing down through the ages of selfishness and luxury and neglected duty, solemnly declaring that the measure of our love for our brethren must be nothing less than the measure of His own. May He touch our hearts with the spirit of self-sacrifice and love.
WHY THE DEACONESS WORK DESERVES SUPPORT.
BY REV. A. J. BUCHER.
THERE are three reasons why the deaconess work deserves our most enthusiastic sympathy and support.
1. Because it is bound to succeed. By lending it a hand we are not setting out for a journey on a sinking ship. We are not making deposits in a bank which is liable to fail. But we are promoting a cause upon the face of which God Himself has put the indelible seal of success. This movement cannot fail nor be restrained, because it is God's work; because it has grown out of that faith which is the victory that overcometh the world; and because it is a fruit of that divine love, the gentle power of which is as irresistible as the warmth of the vernal sun or the fructifying inundations of the River Nile. Love, the motive power and the origin of this work, is the allconquering power in the universe and in history. Whenever, in the course of the centuries, there has been a decline of Christianity, it was due to a lack or decrease of the first love in the Church. Of this love the deaconess movement is a glorious revival, which even the world, though it does not believe in revivals, hails with delight and gratitude. Any merchant is sure to succeed if he can put an article upon the market for which there is a real general demand. What is the one great, universal demand throughout our poor, suffering humanity? Whether they acknowledge it or not, it is love, that divinely practical love which Christ Jesus brought down from heaven into this cold world, and diffuses throughout the globe through his devoted followers. And because the deaconess movement is meeting this great, universal demand, it is bound to succeed. Christ himself, the greatest of all philanthropists, the Divine Friend and Lover of suffering mankind, is in it. The world will and must feel through it the throb of His great, compassionate, loving heart, and the touch of His tender, healing hand. Very correctly Napoleon de
fined the secret of the marvellous success of Christianity when he said, at St. Helena, looking over the ruins of his shattered empire: "Alexander, Cæsar, Charlemagne and I have founded empires. But upon what did we rest these creations of our genius? Upon force! Jesus Christ alone founded His empire upon love; and therefore millions of men would die for Him at this moment." Being God's work, and a fruit of faith and love, the deaconess cause is bound to succeed. Again, we ought to support it,
2. Because it opens for the Christian woman in this age of emancipation an unbounded field of blessed, Christlike activity--an activity as to the Scriptural lawfulness of which there is no difference of opinion whatever. No New York and Cincinnati side to this question. Here the careful, conservative German Christian fully agrees with his more impulsive and progressive American brother. The Teutonic woman does not covet a seat in General Conference, nor the episcopal ordination and consecration to the ministry. She is rather inclined to follow the example of that noble countrywoman of hers, the indirect founder of American Methodism, Barbara Heck, who, with her burning heart, went to Philip Embury, and other capable men, and made them preach and lead in Church matters. may be considered timid and s'ow on this account, but she is not slow nor timid to sacrifice her all if called by God into the service of selfdenying Christian charity. When the cholera broke out at Hamburg last summer, our deaconesses were the very first to present themselves in a body to the authorities for any and every service-one of them at the cost of her youthful life. While there are no specially ordained female preachers and evangelists in Germanspeaking Europe, there are thousands upon thousands of holy women, many of them having stepped out of