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A BOY FROM THYATIRA.
WELVE years ago a little boy, only thirteen years old, stood
bidding his mother good-by.
He was going a long journey with strangers across the
ocean, to stay a good many years. He didn’t know how long
it would be before he should see his dear father and mother again.
He had very black eyes and hair, and beautiful white teeth, and
his skin was somewhat darker than yours when you’ve been playing
bareheaded in the sun. For the rest, he was a little Armenian boy,
born and reared in Turkey, and speaking the Armenian language. His
father was a native preacher in Thyatira.
And now this boy was to take a long, long journey to America to
be educated, so that he might come back to work for the Jesus
whom he loved so much.
It was very hard to say good-by for so long a time, but at last it
was over, and the boy went down to the great ship that was to carry
him over the ocean, trying to choke back the tears that would rise
when he thought of his home and father and mother and playmates,
and the missionaries whom he loved so much. So he knelt down by
his little bed in the ship, and begged the dear Heavenly Father to go
with him. Then there came a sweet verse to him to cheer him: “Fear
thou not, neither be thou dismayed, for the Lord thy God is with
thee, whithersoever thou goest.”
He was very much bewildered when he landed in this country, at
all the bustle and hurry, and the strange language.
He was put immediately into school, and went to work at the
English language.
“Did you find it hard?” I asked him, not long since.
“Hard! I should think I did,” he answered. “Your language is so
queer! See that horse tied to a tree. It is ‘fast.’ And yet if he is
running at full speed you call him ‘fast.’ That window is locked. You
say it is ‘fast,’ but so is the young man that smokes and drinks, and
wears flashy neckties and carries a cane. It was a great puzzle to me
at first. It has taken me all these twelve years to learn it.”
The boy has worked hard, and is a fine scholar.
Five years ago he went back to his own country and spent a year
in Smyrna among the Greeks, and now if you chance to have the
pleasure of spending an evening in his company, he may take his
guitar and sing to you the wild, sweet melodies of the Greeks, with
their soft, musical syllables, and I’m sure you’ll be delighted with
them.
Perhaps, too, he may give you the Turkish call to go to Jerusalem,
and describe the caravan of Armenians as they start on their
pilgrimage to the Holy City, with a young man ahead on a
beautifully-adorned camel, his head thrown back, his hands clasped
at the back of his neck, and singing out the weird call which means
something like this:
“Come all ye people! Let us go up to visit Jerusalem! It will please
all the saints! I have sold all my vast estates to fit me out for the
journey. I have given up everything! Be not behind your leader!
Come, let us go up and we shall be saved!”
He will tell you, too, of his little brother, who has just started to
this country to be educated. How often he will jump upon some
barrel or box in the street and imitate the Mohammedan call to
prayer, with such exactness that his mother is obliged to pull him
down quickly and take him into the house lest some angry
Mohammedan should seize him and punish him for his fun.
The young man is now studying medicine and expects to return
to his own country soon, to begin work for his Master.
Shall we not all pray that his work may be blest, and that many
may be brought to Jesus through him?
Grace Livingston.
There is a little fable which says that one digging in
the earth found a lump of fragrant clay, and asked,
“Whence thy fragrance?” “One laid me on a rose,” was
the answer. So he who lies on the bosom of Christ and
abides in Him will be struck with His fragrance, His
spirit of love and holiness, and wherever He goes will
shed rich spiritual influence.—Presbyterian.
NOT LOST ON THE AIR.
A VERY interesting incident occurred in the early ministerial life of
Mr. Spurgeon, and which he verified to the person who made it
public. Thirty years ago or more, he was invited to preach in the vast
Crystal Palace at Sydenham. Would his voice fill the immense area?
Resolving to test it, he went in the morning to the Palace, and
thinking for a passage of Scripture to repeat, this, as he reached the
stage, came to mind: “It is a faithful saying, and worthy of all
acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.”
Pronouncing the words, he felt sure that he would be heard, and
then repeated the verse in a softer tone. More than a quarter of a
century later Mr. Spurgeon’s brother, who is also a pastor, was called
to the bedside of a man, an artisan, who was near his end.
“Are you ready?” asked the pastor.
“O, yes!” answered the dying man, with assurance.
“Can you tell me how you obtained the salvation of your soul?”
“It is very simple,” said the artisan, his face radiant with joy. “I am
a plumber by trade. Some years ago I was working under the dome
of the Crystal Palace, and thought myself entirely alone. I was
without God and without hope.
“All at once I heard a voice coming from Heaven which said “It is
a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus
came into the world to save sinners.” By the meaning of these words
I was convinced of sin; Jesus Christ appeared to me as my Saviour. I
accepted Him in my heart as such at the same moment, and I have
served Him ever since.”
God honors his Word. Suppose Mr. Spurgeon had used a secular
sentence to try his voice? What surprises await the faithful when
results are known.—The Watchword.
“N EW MEXICO is peopled largely by a superstitious, ignorant
race, intensely bigoted, and under the almost absolute sway
of a degraded priesthood, who have a deadly hatred of the spelling-
book as well as of Christian instruction.
“For centuries the people have dwelt in isolation, separated from
civilization by vast reaches of barren, waterless, cactus-bearing
plains. During these centuries they have made no advance either
mentally or morally, but have sunk deeper and deeper into the
sloughs of ignorance. The mission schools established among the
Mexicans are centres of light from whence radiate many cheering
rays. The people are awakening to a sense of their degradation, and
give evidence of their desire for improvement. Many are anxious to
learn English and to have their children educated. A little plain
furniture, such as chairs, tables and bedsteads, is finding its way into
their houses, and more attention is paid to dress and cleanliness.”
New Mexico is about as large as all the New England States
together, with New York and New Jersey.
LOTUS LILIES.
HE lotus lily is spoken of as “the peer-less flower of Farther
India.” From an article, which is too long to give you entire, I
shall cull some interesting items about this flower for your
benefit.
It is a kind of water lily, and is considered a wonderful flower by
the people of the countries in which it is found. In Egypt it was once
considered sacred to their gods, and in India the Hindoo gods are
often represented as seated upon the expanded flower. In China and
Japan it is closely connected with Buddha, and has a large place in
the worship of that god. In China the lotus lily symbolizes womanly
beauty, the small feet of women being called kin leen, or golden
lilies.
The petals of the lotus lily are rose-pink, growing brighter and
redder toward the tips, where one can almost imagine the life-blood
of the flower is oozing out, and will soon drop upon the white mat of
the table. Opening the rosy lips, the golden heart of the flower is
disclosed surrounded by a silky fringe of the stamens of the same
bright hue, edged with pure white pollen. The leaves of the plant are
dark-green, almost round, and lie or float upon the bosom of the
lake. The stems are like long green serpents, rearing their spiral
forms from the black ooze beneath the water, and holding aloft their
banners of green and blossoms of beauty and fragrance.
But notwithstanding the fact that the plant is held sacred, many
of the Chinese cultivate it for sale. The fragrant blossoms reach a
diameter of ten inches, and find ready purchasers. The seeds are
used as an article of food; sometimes eaten raw, sometimes ground
and made into cakes.
The fleshy stems are used as a vegetable, while the fibres of the
leaf-stalks serve for lamp-wicks.
The ancient Egyptians used to inclose the seeds in balls of clay or
mud and cast them into the Nile, and in due season the plant
appeared, followed by buds, flowers and seeds. Does that make you
think of a Bible verse?
ON THE NILE.
In Siam the lotus lilies grow in great profusion, and one may sail
for miles along the rivers through flooded fields covered with the
lotus blossoms, which the natives are gathering for market.
Then there are the royal lotus gardens of Bangkok. These are
several miles from the king’s palace. There is a carriage road leading
out from the city, and these gardens are a famous place for picnics.
At the grand funeral ceremonies of the Queen of Siam, one of the
companies which walked in the procession carried tridents, the triple
tips of which were each crowned with the white lotus. Every year
thousands of real and artificial lilies are floated on the rivers and sea
as offerings of the water spirits.
They are launched at night, with little wax tapers burning, and
they are loaded with offerings to the gods.
Many beautiful fancies cluster about the lotus, and many songs
have been written, which you may appreciate the more if you
happen upon them, for knowing something about the beautiful
fragrant flower “trembling on the crystal tide.”
THE YEAR OF OUR LORD.
T HE following incident which occurred, as will be seen, many
years ago, has lately been published, and is from the experience
of Mr. Duncan, a well-known missionary to the Indians of British
Columbia. He says:—
“I was teaching the Indians to write letters, and, as a matter of
course, began at the name of the place at which the letter was
supposed to be written. About that step there was nothing to call
forth any remark from the Indians. Next came the name of the
month. That elicited some smiles, but no questions. Then was added
the day of the month, which also caused some interest, but no
surprise. When, however, I added 1860 for the year, immediately the
Indians inquired what did those figures mean, and why was the year
so named? For a moment I was stunned at the answer which the
question called for. Never before had I realized the startling meaning
of those figures in connection with the Gospel, and how severely
they witnessed against the Christian Church.
BEIRUT.
“The Indians seemed at once to seize with awe the information I
offered on the subject, and their looks but too plainly indicated both
reproach and astonishment that the message of God should have
been withheld from them so long.
“I felt both ashamed and humiliated for my race, and wondered
how so many generations of Christians since the apostolic age, could
have dared, as they have done, to so willfully and fatally neglect, or,
at best, but trifle with their Lord’s commission.”
“THE EVENING STAR.”
I N the large playground of a Christian school in Beirut is an arbor
where several girls of the school were accustomed to meet just at
sunset for a prayer meeting. They had organized this meeting by
themselves, and one day the teacher asked, “What do you call your
meeting?”
“Oh! we call it the ‘Evening Star,’ because when the sun sets the
evening star comes out, and so, when the sun sets our little meeting
is held, and we have named it the Evening Star.”
“And what do you pray for at the ‘Evening Star’?” asked the
teacher.
“Oh! we pray for our teachers; but especially we pray for a new
heart.”
GOWAHATIS.
N the western part of the State of New York there is a
territory known as the “Cattaraugas Reservation.” This is
the home of the Senecas, one of the tribes of the Iroquois,
or Six Nations of Indians of Western New York. There were
six tribes that in the early history of our country formed a
confederacy or union, and were sometimes called the Huron-
Iroquois; one tribe was called by the Dutch “Sinnekaas,” which at
length became “Senecas.” A secretary of the board of missions
connected with one of the leading religious denominations visited
the Reservation a year or so ago, and he tells us many interesting
facts connected with these Indians and concerning the work of the
missionaries among them. Fifty years ago most of these people were
benighted Pagans worshiping false gods, but to-day there is
probably not a dozen persons among the four thousand who have
any veneration for heathen worship. This does not mean that all love
and serve the Lord Jesus Christ. When you say that you live in a
Christian land or in a Christian community, you do not mean that all
the people in the land or in the community are real Christians, but
you mean that all or at least the most of the people believe in
Christianity.
Now how did it come about that these ignorant worshipers of
false gods have become a Christian nation? You are not surprised to
learn that it has been brought about through the efforts of a few
earnest and faithful missionaries who have given their lives to the
work of lifting up this people. But it is the story of Gowahatis that I
started to tell you. She was the step-daughter of Red Jacket, a noted
Seneca chief, who received his name from wearing a scarlet coat
given him, during the Revolutionary War, by a British officer. Red
Jacket was bitterly opposed to the Christian religion, to missionaries,
schools and teachers. This step-daughter, Gowahatis, was called
“Aunt Ruth” by the missionaries.
Her Indian name was significant of her position as leader of a
certain dance performed by women alone. It was very honorable,
and constituted her a sort of “chief” woman. Both mother and
daughter strongly sympathized with Red Jacket in his opposition to
the introduction of the religion of the pale faces, until, having been
induced to listen for once to the preaching of the missionaries, they
perceived its superiority to their faith and desired to know more of
the wonderful salvation which the Son of God had wrought out for
all men—Indians as well as white men. They went again, but this
coming to the ears of the old chief, he positively forbade them,
threatening that if they disobeyed he would leave his family at once.
The mother was very much alarmed, and for a time she ceased her
visits to the mission house. But after a time she and her daughter
took their blankets out into the woods one Saturday evening and hid
them. The next morning they walked away from the house slowly, as
if going out to the woods, and when they came to the blankets they
threw them hastily over their heads, and by a circuitous path made
their way to the meeting.
There they heard the words, “God so loved the world that He
gave His only begotton Son, that whosoever believeth in him should
not perish, but have everlasting life.” This brought them to decide,
once for all, to take the Gospel and risk the loss of all things. This
was a great step; Red Jacket would do what he had said: he would
leave the family; this they knew. He was a very distinguished man;
as his wife and daughter they had been much noticed and had
received many presents, but they would renounce all for Christ and
everlasting life.
They joined the mission church, were very earnest Christian
women, they remained faithful unto death, and exerted a powerful
influence in bringing others to Christ. A year or two after Red Jacket
returned to his wife, and acknowledged that he had done wrong in
leaving, adding that he did not think that she was any the worse for
being a Christian.
Dear Pansies, this thought came to me as I heard the story of
these Indian women: they heard the truth once and were interested,
twice and accepted.
How many times have you heard it? Have you accepted Christ?
Faye Huntington.
THE PERSECUTED BANNERMAN.
[In one of the missionary magazines I read this note: “There is
one story in the foreign missionary department of this number
which none of our young readers should overlook.... It is a first-
rate story to read and talk about in the family.” Turning over the
pages I found, as I had expected, that the editor’s suggestion was
a good one, and then I immediately became desirous that all you
young people of the Pansy should have a chance at the story, and
here it is, clipped for your benefit.—Faye Huntington.]
N G-HIN-KI a young man of more than usual ability and energy
joined the Third Presbyterian Church in Canton in September,
1881. His foster mother was bitterly enraged at him for so doing,
and all his brothers were greatly displeased. They made strenuous
efforts to prevent him from attending church and from performing
his religious duties, but without success.
Their persecution, especially that of his foster mother, became so
bitter that in the spring of 1882, he was given the place of door-
keeper in one of our chapels, one hundred and thirty miles from
Canton, receiving for his services two dollars and fifty cents per
month. In the autumn of the same year he received a letter from an
elder in the Third Church, advising him not to return to Canton, as
his foster-mother and brothers had brought a charge against him of
being unfilial, which in China is a very serious crime. Their object
was to get him discharged from his position as bannerman. Instead,
however, of remaining away from Canton, he at once returned,
saying he would go at once and meet the charge. He found on
arriving that all his property, one shop and three dwelling-houses,
had been sold for fourteen hundred dollars. He was brought before a
military officer and ordered to light three sticks of incense and place
them before an idol. He was told that if he obeyed, the draft for
fourteen hundred dollars lying upon the table would be restored to
him, but if he refused he would lose not only that and his monthly
allowance, but his betrothal, which had cost him three hundred
dollars, would be made null and void, altogether that which he
would forfeit would be what is for a Chinaman a comfortable and
permanent livelihood. Sign and save, refuse and lose. He refused
and was cast out penniless. He entered the training school, and after
three years of faithful study was appointed to preach. He is now
doing a useful and encouraging work three hundred miles from
Canton, at Sam Kong, near Lien Chow. Until near the close of last
year this man’s relatives refused to have anything to do with him,
when, much to his delight, a great change took place. They became
not only willing to welcome him home, but to hear him make known
the Gospel. It came about in this way: one of his brothers at a tea-
shop had seen a member of the Third Church, also a bannerman,
telling the people about Jesus.
One of the company in anger struck him a blow in the face, telling
him he need not come there to preach to them. He smiled and went
on with his discourse. Ng-hin-ki’s brother was much surprised. He
knew the speaker was naturally high-tempered, was physically
strong, and was no coward. In fact he knew perfectly well that what
prevented the bannerman from striking back was not fear, but
principle. This won his admiration for the man and respect at least
for his message and was the occasion of bringing about in his family
the changed feeling mentioned above.
A PRODIGAL SON.
I HAVE opened one more school, a mile from the road. I had to
walk that distance. Those burning days it was pretty severe, as
the road lay over sand hills and plowed fields. The school was so
nice, the children so happy, one could not remember the discomfort.
An old Mohammedan priest tried to break it up, and did compel
some to withdraw their children, but the school is secure.
Several women came in to see Miss Sohiba and watch the school.
The Bible lesson began from a picture of the Prodigal Son, hung on
the wall. An old lady listened; her face sobered, tears filled her eyes;
finally, amid broken sobs, she declared—
“O, Miss Sohiba, that is my boy! That is my boy!”
Most touchingly she told how he had gone, how she had watched
and waited for him, but he never came back.—Extract from Miss
Pratt’s letter from India.
THE TOWER OF KOUTUB, PLAIN OF DELHI.
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT.
The address of Mrs. G. R. Alden (Pansy), is Winter Park,
Orange Co., Florida. All contributions for The Pansy magazine
should be sent to that P. O., and not to the Publishers, D. Lothrop
Company.
ALL ALONG THE LINE.
Conducted by
R. M. Alden.
We have to thank many of our readers, this
month, for helping us in this Department. Let
others follow their example, and begin this part of
the winter’s work. Address everything for us to R.
M. Alden, Box 17, Winter Park, Orange County,
Florida.
We hear from the Secretary of a Band in India
of how they are educating two Mexican girls,
whom a missionary has taken to educate for
teachers. Who knows what great food this seed may start?
A Mission Band in Brighton, Massachusetts, made over one
hundred dollars in a fair held last May. There were fancy articles and
refreshments sold. Twenty dollars were voted to the “Fresh Air
Fund,” and twenty more to some home missionaries in the West.
[We are indebted to Miss Bessie Cotton for the report.]
Have the readers of The Pansy heard of the natives of the Charlotte
Islands, ignorant and benighted, who gave, one Sabbath, one
hundred of their blankets, valued at one dollar and twenty-five cents
each, toward the erection of a new church? If we consider the
resources and ideas of this people, it was truly a great gift, and a
good example for any Americans. [We have to thank Adella F. Coy
for calling our attention to this most interesting item.]
At Nolo, Iowa, there is a very busy mission band, of nine
members, which is making up a box for a hospital in Council Bluffs.
They are earning money in various ways. Some gather eggs and
have one out of every dozen, some have raised chickens, one little
pigs. One boy’s father offered him ten cents apiece for all the
squirrels he would catch on the farm. But so many poor nut-crackers
became prisoners that the price came down to two and one half
cents. The Band held a Lawn Festival, at which they sold various
refreshments, and made thirteen dollars. They are knitting stockings,
hoods, and mittens, dressing a doll and piecing a comforter. Success
to all who “are not weary in well-doing.”
In the streets of large mission stations of Japan, there are rooms
open all day, in charge of the missionaries, where the heathen may
learn of the true religion. A countryman entered one of these
stations and had a long talk with one of the missionaries,—whom it
was our pleasure to meet this summer. When he went home he was
a Christian. Some weeks afterward the missionaries received a letter
from him. He wrote: “We have here a church, Sabbath-school,
prayer-meeting, etc., all composed of one member. I get along
nicely, except for the Communion Service. And if you could send me
by mail a bit of the bread you use could I not have a service all by
myself?” The bread was sent, and some time later the convert wrote
back how much he enjoyed the Communion Service, all alone, with
Jesus.
The young people of a certain church in the West, had a chance
not long since to give an object lesson and did it well. One of their
number who had been long absent from home, soon after her
return, made an entertainment for her friends; delightful music was
to be expected, and some other enjoyments of a special character.
The invitations were sent out for Friday evening; to the lady’s
disappointment, one, and another and another, of those whom she
specially wanted, politely declined the invitation; they were sorry not
to be with her; under other circumstances nothing would give them
greater pleasure, but for that evening they had a previous
engagement. On being pressed as to what it was, they explained
that it was the evening for their regular young people’s prayer
meeting! Their friend was so astonished at this reply, that she took
some trouble to learn whether the young ladies had known of one
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