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June 21.—Mr N preached this morning in the Mission chapel. Mr W. in the afternoon, in the Bengalee language, to about fifty Hindoos and Mussulmans. This afternoon, I shall ever recollect with peculiar sensations. The appearance of the Christian Hindoos, when listening to the word of life, would have reproved many an American Christian. Had you been present, I am sure you could not have refrained from weeping. Had an opposer of missions been present, his objections must have vanished. He would have exclaimed, What hath God wrought! To hear the praises of Jesus sung by a people of strange language; to see them kneel before the throne of grace; to behold them eagerly catching every word which proceeded from the month of their minister, was a joyful. affecting scene. Rejoice, my mother; the standard of the blessed Immanuel is erected in this distant Pagan land and here the gospel will undoubledly continue, till the commencement of the bright milennial day.
June 24.— I have just returned from a scene calculated to awaken every compassionate feeling. At nine in the morning we took a budgerow, and went three or four miles up the river to see the Worship of Juggernaut. The log of wood was taken from his Pagoda, and bathed in the sacred waters of the Ganges. The assembled worshippers followed the example, and thousands flocked to the river, where, with prayers and many superstitious rites, they bathed!. Miserable wretches! Oh! that American Christians would but form an adequate idea of the gross darkness which covers this people!—To-day the great Juggernaut is removed from his temple, placed on his car, and drawn in triumph through the assembled mass of worshippers. Some will probably sacrifice their
