is a foreigner." But this order Mr. Judson
prevailed on them to disregard. All was now confusion and dismay, the
children crying, the neighbors collecting around and in the house, while
the executioner bound Mr. Judson with the cords, and took a fiendish
pleasure in making them as tight as possible. Mrs. Judson gave Moung
Ing money that he might follow and procure a mitigation of this torture,
instead of which, Mr. Judson was again thrown down, and the cords so
tightened as almost to prevent respiration. Then he was hurried on to
the court-house, thence to "the death prison," into which he was hurled,
and Moung Ing saw him no more.

We may imagine the intolerable agony of Mrs. Judson when the faithful
disciple returned with the sad news of his master's fate. Retiring to
her room, she tried to find consolation in casting her dreadful burden
of fear and suspense on her covenant God. But soon her retirement was
invaded by the magistrate of the place, who ordered her to come out and
submit to an examination. Of course she was obliged to obey, but before
doing so she destroyed every writing she possessed, letters, journals,
everything, lest her correspondence with her British friends should
confirm the suspicions of their persecutors. When the magistrate had
satisfied himself with the examination, he placed a guard of ten
ruffians about the house, with orders that no one should enter or leave
it on pain of death.

Taking her four little Burman girls into an inner room she barred the
door, and obstinately refused to come out, although the guard, bent on
tormenting her, threatened to break the door down if she did not. She
prevented this outrage by a threat to complain of their conduct in the
morning to higher authorities, but in revenge they bound her two
Bengalee servants fast in the stocks in a most painful posture. By
bribes and promises she at length induced them to release the servants;
but their dreadful carousings, and horrid language, combined with her
suspense in regard to her husband's fate, rendered that long night one
of unmitigated wretchedness.

In the morning, Moung Ing, whom she had sent to the prison, returned
with the intelligence that all the white foreigners were in the
death-prison chained with three pairs of fetters each to a pole, to
prevent their moving! "The point of anguish now was," she says, "that I
was a prisoner myself, and could make no efforts for their relief." She
earnestly but vainly begg