Judson, Adoniram, 1788-1850; Missionaries -- Burma -- Biography; Missionaries -- United States -- Biography
“Thence we went to the house of Moung Zah, some way beyond the palace.
He received us with great coldness and reserve. The conversation,
which we carried on chiefly through Mr. G., it is unnecessary to
detail. Suffice it to say, that we ascertained beyond a doubt, that
the policy of the Burman Government, in regard to the toleration of
any foreign religion, is precisely the same with the Chinese; that it
is quite out of the question, whether any of the subjects of the
emperor, who embrace a religion different from his own, will be exempt
from punishment; and that we, in presenting a petition to that effect,
had been guilty of a most egregious blunder, an unpardonable offence.
Mr. G. urged every argument that we suggested, and some others. He
finally stated that, if we obtained the royal favor, other foreigners
would come and settle in the empire, and trade would be greatly
benefited. This argument alone seemed to have any effect on the mind
of the minister, and looking out from the cloud which covered his
face, he vouchsafed to say, that if we would wait some time, he would
endeavor to speak to his majesty about us. From this remark it was
impossible to derive any encouragement; and having nothing further to
urge, we left Mr. G., and bowing down to the ground, took leave of
this great minister of state, who, under the emperor, guides the
movements of the whole empire.
“It was now evening. We had four miles to walk by moonlight. Two of
our disciples only followed us. They had ventured as near as they
durst to the door of the hall of audience, and listened to words which
sealed the extinction of their hope and ours. For some time we spoke
not.
“‘Some natural tears we dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before us, where to choose
Our place of rest, and Providence our guide.’
And as our first parents took their solitary way through Eden, hand in
hand, so we took our way through this great city, which, to our late
imagination, seemed another Eden, but now, through the magic touch of
disappointment, seemed blasted and withered, as if smitten by the
fatal influence of the cherubic sword.
“Arrived at the boat, we threw ourselves down, completely exhausted in
body and mind. For three days we had walked eight miles a day, the
most of the way in the heat of the sun, which, even at this season, in
the interior of these countries, is exceedingly oppressive, and the
result of our travels and toils has been—the wisest and best possible;
a result which, if we could see the end from the beginning, would call
forth our highest praise. O, slow of heart to believe and trust in the
constant presence and overruling agency of our own almighty Saviour.
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