“From having been the religious teacher of Hung-siu-tsuen in 1847, and
hoping that good—religious, commercial, and political—would result to
the nation from his elevation, I have hitherto been a friend to his
revolutionary movement, sustaining it by word and deed, as far as a
missionary consistently could without vitiating his higher character
as an ambassador of Christ. But after living among them fifteen
months, and closely observing their proceedings—political, commercial,
and religious—I have turned over entirely a new leaf, and am now as
much opposed to them—for good reasons, I think—as I ever was in favour
of them. Not that I have aught personally against Hung-siu-tsuen; he
has been exceedingly kind to me. But I believe him to be a crazy man,
entirely unfit to rule without any organised government; nor is he,
with his coolie kings, capable of organising a government, of equal
benefit to the people, of even the old Imperial Government. He is
violent in his temper, and lets his wrath fall heavily upon his
people, making a man or woman ‘an offender for a word,’ and ordering
such instantly to be murdered without ‘judge or jury.’ He is opposed
to commerce, having had more than a dozen of his own people murdered
since I have been here, for no other crime than trading in the city,
and has promptly repelled every foreign effort to establish lawful
commerce here among them, whether inside of the city or out. His
religious toleration and multiplicity of chapels turn out to be a
farce—of no avail in the spread of Christianity—worse than useless. It
only amounts to a machinery for the promotion and spread of his own
political religion, making himself equal with Jesus Christ, who, with
God the Father, himself, and his own son, constitute one Lord over
all!! Nor is any missionary who will not believe in his divine
appointment to this high equality, and promulgate his political
religion accordingly, safe among these rebels, in life, servants, or
property. He told me soon after I arrived, that if I did not believe
in him I would perish, like the Jews did for not believing in the
Saviour. But little did I then think that I should ever come so near
it, by the sword of one of his own miscreants, in his own capital, as
I did the other day.
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