tian land, never forsook your sins and gave your heart to God? Unto whom much is given, of them will much be required.
Sanjuvarayan-pettah.
One of my most common walks, while at Royapooram, was to the boys' Tamil day-school at Sanjuvarayan-pettah, a suburb at some distance from the mission-house. An appointment having been made over night with the native preacher, before sunrise he was at the house ready to accompany me. Our start needed to be an early one, for a late return in the hot sun would be dangerous to health. The catechist, dressed in a long, close-fitting white robe and white muslin turban, carried in his hands a good supply of tracts, while the missionary bore, in addition to his books, a stout doubly-lined umbrella as a protection from the glare of the sun during the return walk. Leaving the well-made street of Royapooram, we struck off to the west along a sandy road. The Mohammedan families living here stared at the missionary most perseveringly, while the boys
