Missionary, Visitor, The (1907) . eary childhood to wom-anhood, having to do all the washingfor the household, the cleaning of thedrinking vessels and cooking utensils,and other menial duties. She also hasto perform the ceremony of worshipingthe spirit of her dead husband, atwhich a priest comes to officiate. Is it any wonder that the widows indays gone by, before the British govern-ment interfered, laid themselves downon their husbands funeral pile to be about the Friend who never leaveth orforsaketh. I wish you could have seen the differ-ence in one Hindu widow especially,who lived at Azimga
Missionary, Visitor, The (1907) . eary childhood to wom-anhood, having to do all the washingfor the household, the cleaning of thedrinking vessels and cooking utensils,and other menial duties. She also hasto perform the ceremony of worshipingthe spirit of her dead husband, atwhich a priest comes to officiate. Is it any wonder that the widows indays gone by, before the British govern-ment interfered, laid themselves downon their husbands funeral pile to be about the Friend who never leaveth orforsaketh. I wish you could have seen the differ-ence in one Hindu widow especially,who lived at Azimgarh in her brothersfamily, and whom I used to visit. Afterher husbands death she did nothing butcry and grieve until her brother (who isa government official) asked me forsome book which she could learn to readand which might comfort her. She veryquickly mastered the Hindu alphabetand primers, and soon was able to readthe New Testament for herself, and itjust seemed to meet her need. She readit eagerly, and also learnt some of the. A Widow Cleaning and Washing Dishes, Cooking Utensils, etc. burned with them? Does not the faceof the woman in the picture speak ofhopeless despair? And this is just thelook that we, who live and workamongst the women of India, have oftenseen on so many of their faces. But wehave also the privilege of telling them bhajans we used to sing to her; oneshe liked especially was Are youweary? tell Jesus. She did not openly confess Christ, butwhen I saw her for the last time beforeshe went away to another village shesaid, Oh, Miss Sahib, my life is quite 862 different now I know about Jesus; andwe can only hope and pray that she maybe the means of telling other weary onesabout the ONE who had given her rest. There are so many that, as yet havenot heard of Christ, in the cities, and inthe villages, and how shall they hearwithout a preacher? There is roomfor many more workers, for those whoare willing to count the cost, who areready to leave all and follow the
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