such little children in his arms,
Graciously blessing them, shall come again;
Then like the glorious body of thy Lord
Who wakes thy dust, this fragile frame shall be.
Then shalt thou mount with him on angels' wings
Be freed from sorrow, sickness, sin and death.
And in his presence find eternal bliss."

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 6: Baptist Magazine, 1825.]

[Footnote 7: North American Review.]

CHAPTER V.

STATIONED AT MAULMAIN.--ATTACK OF BANDITTI.--MISSIONARY
OPERATIONS.--DANGER FROM FIRE.

On consultation it was determined that Mr. and Mrs. Wade should remain
in Amherst, and that Mr. and Mrs. Boardman should proceed to Maulmain, a
town 25 miles up the river, which had sprung into being in the same
manner as Amherst, and was nearly as populous; and that Mr. Judson
should divide his time between the two stations.

In pursuance of this plan Mr. Boardman removed his family, which had
been increased by the addition of a lovely daughter, now about five
months old, to the new city of Maulmain. On the evening of May 28th Mr.
Boardman makes this entry in his journal. "After nearly two years of
wanderings without any certain dwelling-place, we have to-day become
inhabitants of a little spot of earth, and have entered a house which we
call our earthly home. None but those who have been in similar
circumstances can conceive the satisfaction we now enjoy." ... "The
population of the town is supposed to be 20,000. _One year ago it was
all a thick jungle, without an inhabitant_!"

While at Amherst, Mrs. Boardman had experienced an alarming attack of a
disease incident to the climate, and had to be carried to the boat which
conveyed her to her new home on a litter. On her arrival there, although
she shared her husband's joy that at length they had a home on the long
_promised land_ of Burmah, still her woman's nature, enfeebled by
suffering, could not but have trembled at the idea of living in a lonely
spot, (for the mission-house was nearly a mile from the barracks,) with
the neighboring jungle swarming with "serpents that hiss, and beasts of
prey that howl." In addition to this cause of alarm, there was opposite
them, on the Burman side of the river, the old decayed city of Martaban;
which was the refuge of a horde of banditti, who, armed with knives and
swords, would often sally forth in bands of 30 or 40, urge their light
and noiseless boats across the river, satiate themselves with plunder