the Cross; and with the confiding submission of a little child, she obeyed the summons.

A single errour, which had stolen upon her insensibly, through the speculative conversations of a friend, to whose opinions she yielded much deference, had contributed, in a great degree, to keep her in a state of spiritual darkness. The poison, (for it can be called no less,) was imbibed in America, though its workings could not appear, while she was surrounded by Christian friends, and while nothing occurred to wear away her zeal. But during her residence in Calcutta, it had crept into her spirit imperceptibly, and the living principle had been thus deprived of its activity. She had lost the eye of faith, which discerns the finger of the Almighty in the minute concerns of life. She did not believe that the great Jehovah condescends to regard our going-out and our coming-in, our lying-down and our rising-up; that he watches momentarily over our individual good, and marks out our paths in flowery ways, or sharpens the thorns beneath our feet, as He sees will best contribute to that good. She, of course, never doubted a general superintending Providence; but she could not reconcile the vastness of His power, who holds the reins of the universe in

His hand, with the minute care, which wings the little bird, feather by feather, counts out human life by pulsations, and maintains a yet tender and more watchful supervision over His own peculiar people. But when the child, on which she doted, was removed from her sight, there was something in her heart, which told her by whose hand, and for what purpose, this desolation had been wrought. The worldling would have seen nothing in it but the fulfilling of a universal law of nature; but, by the light that had not been extinguished in her spirit, she read, in the sad characters of the grave, a message to herself. She knew that the omniscient God, whose care had been over her personally, though she had scarce discerned it, through happy years, had planned and wrought this seeming ill for the deepest good. And from that moment, her vision was cleared; and she learned to wait, and watch, and obey, as a little child looks to his father's face, and reads his will in smiles or frowns, or in the glances of the eye. And bearing with her, ever after, this sweet trustfulness, she passed through other severer trials, sometimes with weeping eye, but never with a fainting heart. With the monarch-minstrel of Israel, she could say, "Though I walk through the valley of

the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me."

Of little George, after his recovery, Mrs. Boardman writes: "We have a fine, healthy boy; but I do not allow myself to idolize him, as I did his dear departed sister. In her dissolution, we saw such a wreck of all that was lovely and beautiful, that I think we shall henceforth be kept from worshipping the creature." Well was it, that the mother had placed this guard over her heart, for she had need of it. In the succeeding January, another precious bud was given to her bosom; and, in less than a year after, that, too, was "bound in the sheaf" of the " reaper, death.". But previous to this, before little George had lifted his head from his pillow of pain, or a green blade had sprung up on Sarah's grave, came events fearfully spirit-stirring; and to these we will now return.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE REVOLT.

Ah me! there was a smell of death,
Hung round us night and day."

Mary Howitt.

T the dead hour of night, in the early part of the succeeding month

of August, a lad, belonging to the

boarding-school was awakened by a party of men from the jungle, passing near the house, which was just without the city walls, by the northern gate. It was not a strange incident; but the boy had sufficient curiosity to peep through the crevices in the braided bamboo walls of his sleeping-room, and watch them till they had gained admittance to the town. This party was, from time to time, followed by several others, who talked in low tones of lost buffaloes, of which they seemed to be in search, till the wondering watcher began to

believe that all the herds of the jungle must have abjured their leafy homes, in favour of a town residence. It did not escape the lad's notice, that the shadows of the distant trees were strangely like living men, and that little knots of real men were collecting here and there, where there were no shadows, all in busy consultation; and, from time to time, making violent gestures, and pointing towards the gate, through which the buffalo-seekers had passed, and then to the top of the wall, and then he might be mistaken, but he thought they pointed to the house of his master. His hair began to rise, and his timid heart to flutter, when lo! a fierce yell from a hundred savage voices, answered by a few straggling shots; and he saw, in the gray of coming morning, a thin cloud of black smoke eddying away over the town-wall.

"Dawai tah! Dawai tah !"* cried, in the same instant, a voice, which seemed close beside him; "ho-o-o! tzayah, tzayah! Dawai tah!" and the frail house jarred with the rattling of doors and windows.

Mr. Boardman had been aroused from a sound sleep, and not comprehending the sud

* (Provincial,) Tavoy has risen!