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lives, and this only three miles distant from Serampore! While writing I hear the drum and the instruments of idol music.
Further Extracts from her Diary
At four p.m. another message from government was received. Mr N. and Mr J. ordered to apear before the Police again, to receive further commands. Mr J. immediately took the buggy, [chaise] and set out for Calcutta.- In the evening went to the car of Juggernaut, which stands in the (illegible text). A huge building five stories high; images painted all over it; two large horses with a charioteer made of wood in front; with many wheels, drawn by the natives with large cables. From the car we walked through the market to the temple, here the great god of the Hindoos is now residing — a horrid object indeed! Not allowed to enter the temple; but could see him plainly— a log of wood, painted red with large hideous eyes. Little images were kept for sale in the market. We walked through an immense crowd of Hindoos home. I was confused with the noise and bustle of the place, and excessively wearied with my long walk.
July 18.— My dear Mr N. returned last evening fatigued in body and depressed in mind. There is now no alternative left but a return to America, or a settlement among some savage tribe, where our lives would be in constant danger. Lord, we are oppressed! graciously undertake for us. We know not which way to direct our steps. Oh that the Harmony would arrive! Insurmountable obstacles attend us on every side. Pity us, o ye friends of Immanuel! Pity our perplexed situation, and intercede with the prayer-hearing Redeemer for direction in the path of duty.— I long
