d from retrospect, can judge
from the above circumstance, how intense were my sufferings. But the
point, the acme of my distress, consisted in the awful uncertainty of
our final fate. My prevailing opinion was, that my husband would suffer
violent death; and that I should of course become a slave, and languish
out a miserable though short existence, in the tyrannic hands of some
unfeeling monster. But the consolations of religion in these trying
circumstances, were neither few nor small. It taught me to look beyond
this world, to that rest, that peaceful, happy rest, where Jesus reigns,
and oppression never enters."

In the meantime, the Burmese government was sending army after army down
the river to fight the English; and constantly receiving news of their
defeat and destruction. One of its officers, however, named Bandoola,
having been more successful, the king sent for him to Ava, and
conferred on him the command of a very large army, destined against
Rangoon. As he was receiving every demonstration of court favor, Mrs.
Judson resolved to wait on him with a petition for the release of the
prisoners. She was received in an obliging manner, and directed to call
again when he should have deliberated on the subject. With the joyful
news of her flattering reception, she flew to the prison, and both she
and her husband thought deliverance was at hand. But on going again with
a handsome present to hear his decision, she was informed by his
lady--her lord being absent--that he was now very busy, making
preparations for Rangoon, but that when he had retaken that city, _and
expelled the English_, he would return and release all the prisoners.

This was her last application for their enlargement, though she
constantly visited the various officials with presents in order to make
the situation of the prisoners more tolerable. The governor of the
palace used to be so much gratified with her accounts of the manners,
customs and government of America, that he required her to spend many
hours of every other day at his house.

Mrs. Judson had been permitted to make for her husband a little bamboo
room in the prison enclosure far more comfortable than the shed he had
occupied and where she sometimes was allowed to spend a few hours in
his society. But her visits both to the prison and to the governor were
interrupted by the birth of a little daughter--truly

'A child of misery, baptized in tears!'

About this time the Burmese