. In brightest Asia. enthusiasm of the hour. Maulmein is before us, beautiful, picturesque, historic and hallowed. Our vessel draws up to her moorings. The docks are crowded with such a motley group ofliving creatures,— red skirted Burmans, white-turbaned Tamils, Telugus and Klings from India,the ever-pushing, migrating, pig-tailed Chinaman, th-j shy, wild Shan, the Talign, the Arab andthe Sikh. Pressing through the clamorous crowd, we now discern the figures of our two missiona-ries, Brethren Stevens and Armstrong, coming to take us oft. no In Brig]itest Asia. We are no sooner seated in the g
. In brightest Asia. enthusiasm of the hour. Maulmein is before us, beautiful, picturesque, historic and hallowed. Our vessel draws up to her moorings. The docks are crowded with such a motley group ofliving creatures,— red skirted Burmans, white-turbaned Tamils, Telugus and Klings from India,the ever-pushing, migrating, pig-tailed Chinaman, th-j shy, wild Shan, the Talign, the Arab andthe Sikh. Pressing through the clamorous crowd, we now discern the figures of our two missiona-ries, Brethren Stevens and Armstrong, coming to take us oft. no In Brig]itest Asia. We are no sooner seated in the gharry (or pony cab) which is to drive us to Brother Stevenshouse, than an old and wrinkled Burman woman draws near, and is introduced by BrotherStevens as one of the few living believers who were baptized by Dr. Judson. With an eagernessof interest for which we were unprepared, she thrust her withered hand through the gharrywindow; her moistened eye-lashes told of the feeling that ran deeply in her heart. She could. DR. JUDSONS CHAPEL. speak not a word of English, but we understood her. The chasm between foreign and home,between past and present, was that moment obliterated. We were face to face, hand in hand,eye to eye, and heart to heart, America and Burma, Judsons time and ours, in hand-clasp, inheart-union before the Lord. The Missionary Union in its representative was greeting one of itsmost distantly won trophies to the praise of our Lords wondrous grace, on shores consecratedforevermore bv the life and death of its first missionary. On JJurman Soil. 111 We had not been a half-hour in Maulmein when, with Brother Stevens for guide, we had beenshown over the old Judson and the Bennett compounds, where stands what is left (now enlargedinto a building for a Burman boys school) of the old first mission press, the Stevens compound,the Buardman place, and the premises of both the Burman and the English-speaking, semi-Eurasian church. Where the original Judson house once was, t
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