Around the world with Philip Phillips, "the singing pilgrim." A pictorial tour of the globe illustrated by pen and pencil .. . ifts, and cheerful and loving in her chapel was in the same compound as the homo, and here we heard our American Sun-day-school songs sung by the children of Ceylon. Ilie season was most jjrecious and re-freshing, and we all worshiped with the same liooks and the same songs the same Savior. In the evening we listened to an excellent sermon by Rev. I. Landon, previous to which,just as the twilight was falling, I gave my song-sermon, .Xbout Jesus our Savior. My
Around the world with Philip Phillips, "the singing pilgrim." A pictorial tour of the globe illustrated by pen and pencil .. . ifts, and cheerful and loving in her chapel was in the same compound as the homo, and here we heard our American Sun-day-school songs sung by the children of Ceylon. Ilie season was most jjrecious and re-freshing, and we all worshiped with the same liooks and the same songs the same Savior. In the evening we listened to an excellent sermon by Rev. I. Landon, previous to which,just as the twilight was falling, I gave my song-sermon, .Xbout Jesus our Savior. My littleslijis had been well distributed, and many who came were unable to gain admission on ac-count of the chapel having been filled a few minutes after the door was c])ened. So newwas the character of the exercises, and so eager and attentive were the people present,—the children being especially attentive and ])aiticipntive,—that all seemed loth to leave theedifice, while I gained new confidence that through the voice of song the gospel truths wouldeventually reach the hearts of the heathen of every land and DEVIL DANCE, CEVLON. We spent some time on Monday in looking at the sights in and about Columbo, which hasa population of one hundred thousand, is the capital of Ceylon, and is its principal portion of the town is open, while the other is fortified. The interior has some appear-ance of an English town. Its harbor, which is small, is defended by several forts. In the afternoon, taking my eldest son, we loaded my organ on a wagon in order to visitMortura and give my first evening of song in that city. On the road we encountered areligious procession, coinposed of several hundred natives, making loud and most discordantsounds on all sorts of rude instruments, which evidently seemed to them to emit the grandestmusic. I could not help thinking that this was a strange prelude to my singing; but it fired C/.VXaMON GAO J 77 my heart to sing with new
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