am just as certain that my sins are forgiven, as if I had sent up a karduthaase,” that is, a letter to heaven, “and received an answer to it.”  Another of the girls said, that the missionaries had often talked with her about her dedicating herself to the Saviour, but that she did not then know what it meant.  “I now know,” added she, “what it means, for God has taught it to me.”  Another of the girls said, “Though they put me in the fire, I will never forsake the Saviour.”

Now, my dear children, I must bid you farewell Probably I shall never see you, unless you come to this heathen land, until I meet you at the judgment-seat of Christ.  If you do not become missionaries, most of you will probably die, and be buried where you now are.  Probably I shall die in this heathen land.  But we shall not always sleep in our graves.  After a little season, the archangel’s trumpet will sound, and you in America, and I in India, shall hear his voice proclaiming, “Awake, ye dead, and come to judgment.”  And we shall all at once rise from our graves, and stand before our Judge.  And where shall I then see you?  Shall I see any of you on the left hand of Christ, and hear him say, “Depart, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels?” O, if I should hear that dreadful sentence pronounced against you, how would my heart die within me.  How could I bear to hear it.  Oh, I could not—­I could not bear to hear it.  My dear children, if you are yet out of Christ, I entreat you, at this very moment, to lay down this book, and throw yourselves at the feet of your Saviour.  Tell him, that you are lost sinners, deserving to be cast into everlasting burnings.  Tell him, that though you have been wicked children, you will leave off your wickedness, and be his for ever.  Plead with him, with as much earnestness as a drowning man would plead with you to save him, to give you the influences of his Holy Spirit, to create within you a clean heart, and renew within you a right spirit, without which you are eternally undone; and continue to plead, until he pardons you, and receives you as his children.  By all the sufferings of the Son of God, by all the joys of heaven, by all the torments of hell, by the solemnities of your dying bed, by the value of your immortal souls which, if once lost, must be lost for ever, I beseech you thus immediately to throw yourselves at his feet, and plead with him to make you his.  Neglect this duty—­neglect giving yourselves to Christ, even for one minute, and it may be, that you will be lost, yea, LOST FOR EVER.