ave now to ask whether you can consent to part with your daughter
early next spring, to see her no more in this world; whether you can
consent to her departure for a heathen land, and her subjection to the
hardships and sufferings of a missionary life; whether you can consent
to her exposure to the dangers of the ocean; to the fatal influence of
the southern climate of India; to every kind of want and distress; to
degradation, insult, persecution, and perhaps a violent death? Can you
consent to all this for the sake of Him who left his heavenly home, and
died for her and for you; for the sake of perishing immortal souls; for
the sake of Zion and the glory of God? Can you consent to all this in
hope of soon meeting your daughter in the world of glory, with a crown
of righteousness, brightened by the acclamations of praise which shall
redound to her Saviour from heathens saved, through her means, from
eternal woe and despair?"

The writer of this letter, who, after nearly forty years of missionary
labor in which he endured all and more than all he has thus almost
prophetically described, has just gone to join "the noble army of
martyrs" and "those who came out of great tribulation," in his final
home,--as he looks back on the hour when he thus gave up his life and
what was more precious than life to the service of those souls, dear as
he believed to the Redeemer, though perishing for lack of vision,--with
what deep and serene joy must he contemplate the sacrifice! And she--

"Not lost, but gone before,"

who was there to meet and welcome him to

"happier bowers than Eden knew,"

where they rest from their labors, does she now regret that to his
solemn appeal, she answered, "I will go?"

Mr. and Mrs. Judson were married at Bradford on the fifth of February,
1812, and on the nineteenth of the same month embarked on the brig
Caravan, bound for Calcutta. Mr. and Mrs. Newell, also missionaries
sailed in the same vessel. We will here give some extracts from letters
written by Mrs. Judson to her friends at home, dated "at sea."

To her sister she writes, "I find Mr. Judson one of the kindest, most
faithful and affectionate of husbands. His conversation frequently
dissipates the gloomy clouds of spiritual darkness which hang over my
mind and brightens my hope of a happy eternity. I hope God will make us
instrumental of preparing each other for usefulness in this world, and
greater happiness in a future world."

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