Passaglia has been nominated analists. The cotton dearth is spreadofficer of the order of St. Maurice ing misery and pauperism in all and St. Lazarus. Austrian finance the great centres of cotton manufacture. Lancashire is in a grievous condition. Many thousands are already thrown on the parish, and more will soon be added to their starving host. Can we not ask that British generosity which responded so nobly to the appeal for the sufferers by the Hartley Colliery accident will now look on the slow death which many thousands are enduring, and come liberally and is still in a sad embroglio. The Marriages and Deaths. MARRIAGES. Feb. 7, at the residence of the Rev. Adam Thomson, Surrey Hills, Sydney, Frederic James Winks, of Leicester, England, second surviving son of Joseph Foulkes Winks, editor of the British Baptist Reporter,' to Jane, youngest daughter of William Lawson, Esq., of Greenock, Scotland.-Sydney Herald. March 15, at Tetley-street, Bradford, by Rev. B. Wood, Mr. Joseph Midgely, to Amelia Jackson. March 17, at Shackerston, Mr. R. Dummellow, to Sarah, relict of Mr. Morris Fox, of Ibstock, and only daughter of Thomas Smith, Esq., of Barton Fabis, Leicestershire. March 23, at Peterborough General Baptist chapel, Mr. John Austin, to Miss H. Elderkin, both of Stilton, Hunts. March 27, at Lancaster, James Henderson, Esq., M.D., of the London Mission, Shanghai, to Emily, second daughter of George Rawson, Esq., of Leeds. March 27, at Burnley, by Rev. J. Alcorn, Mr. William Henry Geldhill, to Miss Charlotte Ann Horner, both of this town. DEATHS. Feb.8, at Loughborough, very suddenly, Mr. Robert Lander, aged 74. March 17, at Argoed Colliery, near Newport, Mr. John Williams, aged 64. He was a man of noble heart, high principle, and ardent piety. Wherever he resided he built an altar for God, founded Sunday-schools, and introduced the preaching of the Gospel. March 29, at Burnley, Mr. Henry Geldhill, aged 59 years. April 2, at 19, Queen's-terrace, St. Johns Wood, London, Emma, the beloved wife of J. M. Stubbs, aged 37, She died in peace. April 3, at Aylesbury, Admiral Sir James Clark Ross, the celebrated Arctic voyager. April 6, at March, aged 78, Miss Elizabeth Ewen, only daughter of the late Rev. Thomas Ewen, many years pastor of the General been a consistent and pious member Baptist church, March. She had for fifty-s -seven years. April 14, at Louth, Rev. James Kiddall, 37 years minister of the church at Maltby, Alford, and Walker-gate, Louth, aged 66. April 22, at 185, Piccadilly, after a few days' illness, Mr. Edward Swaine, aged 66. Missionary Observer. LETTER FROM REV. J. BUCKLEY, Lord's hands! The fever has been was very TO THE SECRETARY. Cuttack, 4th March, 1862. THE last three weeks I have had to pass through deep waters, and the floods have well-nigh overwhelmed me. Eighteen days ago Mrs. Buckley was attacked with fever. I did not, at first, think that it was serious, as fever common at Choga, where we had been spending a few days, I had two sharps attacks myself, from which, however, I soon recovered. It proved, however, to be an obstinate case of jungle fever, and she was soon brought down very low. I have many times during the seventeen years of our married life seen her very weak and ill, but never so prostrate as she has been this time. The medical treatment of the case was the more difficult as she could not bear quinine, and her extreme weakness disclosed another cause for anxiety, as the action of the heart was observed to be somewhat irregular, and this required separate treatment. We have been much favoured in the kind attendance of two doctors, in both of whom I have entire confidence. Five or six days ago I had but the faintest hope of her restoration, and my heart was sad indeed, but through God's blessing the unfavourable symptoms have, to a considerable extent at least, subsided, and our hopes have considerably revived. Still there is cause for anxiety, but I trust, that if it be the Lord's will, every day may diminish it. Lady Canning was cut down in ten days by a similar fever; and this is the eighteenth day since Mrs. Buckley's attack came on, but it must, under the most favourable circumstances, be a long time before she regains a moderate degree of health and vigour. What a comfort to feel that our times are in the of a peculiar depressing character, but her heart has clung to the precious Saviour, and her confidence in Him has been strong. I am thankful to say that I have kept up surprisingly well. I could scarcely have thought it possible that I should have had strength to go through what I have, but special strength is given when we most need it. I have done all the watch ing, giving food, medicine, &c., every night, with one exception only. We have found Miss Guigand other dear friends, both in and nard exceedingly kind and attentive, out of the Mission, have been most ready to render all the help possible. I have deeply felt at this time of trial how much we need the prayers of our friends. Oh that this trial may be sanctified to the increase of our holiness and usefulness-that we may be fruitful branches in the Lord's vineyard. I have mentioned Choga and the prevalence of fever there. I have never known anything like it before. In almost every house some one ill of fever, and in many several ill at one time. The rains last year were very heavy, the late rains especially so, and this it has been thought may be the immediate cause unusual sickness, but the Lord reigneth. of this LETTER FROM THE REV. W. BAILEY, TO THE SECRETARY. Berhampore, February 17, 1862. FOR some weeks past I have been hoping to secure a little leisure that I might give you an account of our late visit to Cuttack. It is not needful now for me to refer in detail to the important transactions of the Orissa Conference for 1861, as before this can reach England you will 66 have been thoroughly furnished by | feasts take place at night. As we a pen that never tires with all the varied items of interest. I cannot, however, pass over in silence the fact, that every year we have clearer evidence of progress, and though this perhaps may not appear so prominent to friends in the distance, it certainly does to us who are in the field. Our stay in Cuttack was rather prolonged, and in consequence, we had more opportunities than usual to mingle with the native christians, and witness for ourselves the onward course of christianity in the capital of the province. It seems only as yesterday since the missionaries were filled with anxious fears as to the course to be adopted, whereby those who had relinguished caste and idolatry as well as the youths in the asylum might obtain a livelihood. Since the mutiny in 1857, a marvellous change seems to have come over the minds of all Government officials, and appointments which prior to that period seemed reserved alone for hindoos and mohamedans are thrown open without let or hinderance to native christians; hence you may now see the once "despised ones' employed and respected in almost every department of the state. The old men can tell us of the time when they looked forward with the deepest anxiety to the future, and wondered how and where their sons were to obtain wives, and their daughters husbands. But they have lived to see not only their children, but their children's children married and honourably located for life. A few days before we left Cuttack, the third son of our dear old friend Gunga Dhor was married to the grand-daughter of Rama Chundra, and it may perhaps interest the readers of the Observer if I give a brief account of the wedding festivities. A day or two before the marriage, Gunga went round to the missionaries and with his accustomed politeness invited them to the feast. You are probably aware that in accordance with eastern custom these drew near to the house, I was not a little surprised to see a triumphal archway erected, on which in large English letters was inscribed the appropriate motto, WELCOME GUESTS. On either side of the entrance there was a profusion of lights, and in front of the door we perceived that a large canopy had been put up to protect the guests from the dew. Gunga came out to receive his European friends, and conducted them into what may be called the court yard, where there was a large table spread with many luxuries, we were really and truly most sumptuously entertained. After the repast the bridegroom brought an English Bible, with the request that one of the missionaries would supplicate the divine blessing upon the union that had that day been consummated. We then joined our native friends who were seated beneath the canopy in the front of the house, and listened with great pleasure to their songs of praise and gladness. We had no lack of native music, drums, cymbals, guitars, and four English violins! There could not have been less than three hundred native christians who had been bidden to the wedding, probably more. Old Gunga, who is a poet, and who has always prided himself with his vocal powers, resolved to sing a few of his favourite hymns, and though he is nearly seventy years of age, he fairly beat all the youngsters, and I am almost afraid to say how far his voice might have been heard. I know it will gratify all our friends at home to learn that Gunga is more vigorous now than he was ten years ago, his general health has very much improved, in fact, he says himself that, "like the eagles he has renewed his youth." Cheered, however, as I was with all that I saw and heard in Cuttack, I was more especially so with our visit to Choga. I was delighted, not only with the numerical increase of the native christians, but also with the general improvement that Death of the Chaplain of Cuttack. now is certainly a very important sphere of missionary labour. The services of the Sabbath were well attended, and it was a time of much hallowed feeling and enjoyment. My labours this cold season have been, I regret to say, somewhat curtailed owing to repeated attacks of fever. I am through mercy now restored, but the doctor has put his veto on my going out again for the present. 195 everywhere appeared visible. Choga | add, felt by the residents of Cuttack in his state, as none of his family could be with him to soothe him in his sickness, and to cheer by their attentions his last hours. His wife and all his family were in England; and as his own health had been for some time failing he had decided soon to join them. Preparations had been made for his departure from Cuttack, and his passage had been engaged in one of the steamers, when he became so much worse that his removal was im practicable. As soon as my friend saw me at his side, he expressed his pleasure; and one of the first remarks he made after I had entered his room was a very weighty one The Meriah agency is to be given up. The governor-general appears to think that the end for which it was organized has been accomplished. Is it not rather singular, that just as we are about to go up and possess the land, the civil authorities should be retiring from their work? A few days ago, I received a donation of a hundred rupees towards the Khond mission. Miss Packer reached Berhampore on the 26th of December, and about a week after her arrival, she entered upon her duties in connection with the girls' school. She will be a great acquisition to us at Berhampore. DEATH OF THE CHAPLAIN BY THE REV. J. BUCKLEY. THE Rev. Hastings H. Harington, Chaplain of Cuttack, died here on the 13th of February, after several weeks of severe and painful illness. I visited him daily during his alarming illness, and our conversations were most free and unre served. I have thought that what was very edifying and affecting to myself may be so to others, and have therefore resolved to give some particulars of my conversations with him in prospect of the great change. The first interview I had with Mr. Harington after he became so alarmingly ill as to preclude the hope of recovery was a very affecting one. He had expressed a wish to see me, and I hastened to his side. Much sympathy was, I may With all the consolations of the Gospel it is a serious thing to die.' On this occasion he said with much feeling - Oh that we had walked together much more than we have! A few days later he referred again to this subject, and expressed his deep regret that during the four or five years he had been at Cuttack, our intercourse had not been much more close and intimate. He added that he was thankful that it had not been marred by a single unpleasant word or feeling. Still, he said, this does not satisfy me. I wish it had been much more intimate. He expressed in the most pleasing and satisfactory manner his simple dependence upon Christ for mercy and salvation. His language was, I cast myself on the tender mercy of God in Christ. None but Christ. He acknowledged his imperfections, felt that he had often come short, but said that in the main it had been his desire and endeavour to serve Christ. Lord, he said, Thou knowest all things Thee. once? Thou knowest that I love That hymn, he added, was It is so still: it is so nowfavourite; but why do I say "Jesus lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly;" and he repeated a great part of the hymn with much emotion. He then said, Our works: what are they? they are nothing: it is Christ-the mercy of God in Christ: still we must not forget that if any man have not the spirit of Christ, he is none of his. Religion, he went on to say, is love, but many do not distinguish between the animal fervour and the better feeling In the fullest manner he assured me that there was not any person anywhere against whom he cherished any resentment. He forgave all who had in any way, or at any time injured him, and wished to die in peace with all mankind. He gave some directions with perfect calmness as to his interment, and intimated his wish that I would perform the last rites. This was an interview not to be forgotten. Many tears were shed. Several times when I was with him he repeated with deep feeling and appropriate emphasis long pieces of devotional poetry. He especially admired some of Dale's poems. I remember his repeating one on the folly of seeking pleasure from the world, another on the resurrection of the widow of Nain's son, and another on Peter's sin and repentance. More than once he repeated"Vital spark of heavenly flame;" remarking on one occasion on the phrase, languish into life," as a peculiar one. 66 66 66 One evening he spoke with much interest of Isaiah lx. 19-20. 'The sun shall be no more thy light by day," &c., in connection with the parallel text, Rev. xxi. 23. And the city had no need of the sun," &c. It is indeed a glorious promise, and human language can but faintly express its full sweetness-"The Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory." He several times prayed-"Make haste O God to deliver me. Make haste unto me O God! Thou art my help and deliverer. O Lord make no tarrying.' When I repeated the prayer "Make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save him for thy mercies sake," he said, That is what I want, to have Christ revealed to me, to be assured of His love. Referring again to the ground of can no man lay than that is laid, "Prayer was appointed to convey Gunga Dhor called on me one day as I was going to see him and inquired very anxiously how he was; and when I told him how ill he was and that he could not continue many days, he said, "Give my loving salutation to him, and say that I hope for Christ's sake he will receive it." The kind interest manifested in his welfare by a native christian was very cheering to the suffering saint. On the 7th of January I saw him at 7 a.m., and mentioned that the text for the day in Bogatzky was— "Christ is all and in all." He inquired if I used the book regularly. I said that I did not, but had that morning on getting out of bed found it on the table, and taking it up, saw that the text for the day was a very precious one. Our dear friend, Major Young, called shortly after, and he too was full of the text, 66 Christ is all and in all." The Major was that day leaving for England, and Mr. H. felt much satisfaction in conveying his dying love to his family by a friend who would so soon see them. Afterwards, he said, Jesus, I have none but Thee. I can no more doubt Thy love and mercy than doubt that I am suffering here. Dear Jesus! Blessed Jesus! I do trust in Thee. "Other refuge have I none, his hope, he said, "Other foundation! He added, I shall soon be with Him. |