. The Ansons in Asiatic temples. as level andflat, but Maulraain was situated in a hillycountry. Pagodas crown every hill-top. Itseemed to Mr. Anson as if the whole neighbor-hood was full of historic associations with work. If Bertie had been impressedwith his visit to the missionaries in Japan andChina and Siam; if any feelings that possiblyhe ought to be a missionary had been started inhis heart, by his conversations with Sasaki, orwith Dr. Kean, he was much more moved bythe sights of Maulmain, the missionaries graves,their old homes, and the scenes of their , for the f
. The Ansons in Asiatic temples. as level andflat, but Maulraain was situated in a hillycountry. Pagodas crown every hill-top. Itseemed to Mr. Anson as if the whole neighbor-hood was full of historic associations with work. If Bertie had been impressedwith his visit to the missionaries in Japan andChina and Siam; if any feelings that possiblyhe ought to be a missionary had been started inhis heart, by his conversations with Sasaki, orwith Dr. Kean, he was much more moved bythe sights of Maulmain, the missionaries graves,their old homes, and the scenes of their , for the first time, he ventured to tell hismamma of what he had been thinking:. Press-ing him to her heart with all a mothers love,she said: We should be glad to have you always with-in easy reach of us, Bertie. We love you 200 THE ANSONS IN ASIATIC TEMPLES. dearly. It would indeed be a great sacrifice^—^and the tears began to flow at the thought ofa separation— to haveyou thousands of milesfrom father or you will be a man. PAGODA OF MAULMAIK. then, and we must not let our love for you bestroncrer than our love for our Saviour. Do not make any promises, my boy; but think about UNDER SHADOW OF SIT WAY DAGON. 201 it, pray about it, and our Heavenlr Father willsurely tell you what to do Avhen tlie timecomes. What is that, mamma? Bertie had notyet, he felt, grown too old to use the child-like mamma. Dont you recognize the bells, my son?They are the pagoda bells. On the Maulmainpagodas Wtees the bells are almost all of sweetly the bells ring! Did you ever readMrs. Emily Judsons poem, * Watching, the onethat was composed while Dr. Judson lay in hissickness? ISTo? Let me repeat a few of thelines: On the pagoda spire, The bells are swinging, Their little golden circlet in a flutter, With tales the wooing winds have dared to utter, Till all are ringing, As if a choir Of golden-nested birds, in heaven were singing ; And with a lulling sound, The VQ.\mG floats around, And
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