The Cruise of the Mary Rose; Or, Here and There in the PacificKingston, William Henry Giles
Religion
The Cruise of the Mary Rose; Or, Here and There in the Pacific
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Missions -- Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Sea stories
Without any adventure especially worthy of notice we reached the head
station, where a considerable number of missionaries were collected
awaiting our arrival. All had more or less felt the storm at their
respective stations, but few with the violence that we had. The
discussions which took place at the meeting were most important and
interesting, and encouraging to all to persevere in the work; but I must
not now report them. Although only in a certain sense a looker-on, I
felt greatly refreshed, and my spiritual life renewed by the
exhortations delivered and the prayers engaged in. I had the privilege
of attending all the meetings. Several had taken place, when the
subject of the new stations to be occupied was brought forward. John
was named to fill one of them. The inhabitants were looked upon as
among the fiercest of the savages of the Pacific; the climate was far
from salubrious. But John did not hesitate a moment; on the contrary,
his countenance was radiant with satisfaction. It was an important
post, and it was believed that a large accession might be made to the
kingdom of Christ by the establishment of a mission there. "Wherever my
overseer and brethren consider our holy cause can most be advantaged by
my presence, there I am ready to go," answered my brother, after the
offer had been made him.
The ground had already been broken by native teachers, who had earnestly
petitioned for an English missionary. Our passage to my brother's
station was somewhat circuitous, as we had to leave several missionaries
at their posts, to carry stores and books to old stations, and to leave
native teachers at new ones. We had brought with us the missionary who
was to succeed John, whom I was directed to carry on to his new station.
We were received on our return to my brother's home with unmistakable
signs of pleasure by the natives, who collected to welcome him. I
expected, however, that when he came to announce to his wife the
proposed change, that it would be a sad damper to her happiness; but she
simply observed: "Wherever you are called to go, dear husband, it will
be my joy to go also. How much better am I off than the wife of a
soldier serving in the army of some earthly monarch. She may not
accompany him to the war; if he falls wounded, she may not be near to
tend him; if he is slain, no reward is of value to him. Where, too, is
her assurance that they will be reunited? Where my husband goes I may
go,--if he is ill, I may watch over him,--if spirits and strength fail,
I may support him. When death separates us, I know that we shall be
reunited; and I know, too, that a glorious crown, the prize of his high
calling, will assuredly be his, and that that crown I shall share with
him, and full draughts of joy unspeakable for ever and ever."
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