for a display of his grace.  Oh have mercy on Burmah!  Have mercy on her king!” But alas! the time had not yet come.  He held the tract long enough to read the two first sentences, which assert that there is one eternal God, who is independent of the incidents of mortality and that besides him, there is no God; and then with an air of indifference, perhaps disdain, he dashed it down to the ground!  Moung Zah stooped forward, picked it up and handed it to us.  Moung Yo made a slight attempt to save us by unfolding one of the volumes which composed our present and displaying its beauty, but his majesty took no notice.  Our fate was decided.  After a few moments Moung Zah interpreted his royal master’s will in the following terms:  “In regard to the objects of your petition, his majesty gives no order.  In regard to your sacred books, his majesty has no use for them—­take them away.” ...  “He then rose from his seat, strode on to the end of the hall, and there, after having dashed to the ground the first intelligence he had ever received of the eternal God, his Maker, Preserver, his Judge, he threw himself down on a cushion, and lay listening to the music, and gazing at the parade spread out before him.”

They and their presents were then hurried away with little ceremony.  The next day they “ascertained beyond a doubt, that the policy of the Burman government is precisely the same as the Chinese; that it is quite out of the question whether any subjects of the emperor who embrace a religion different from his own, will be exempt from punishment; and that we, in presenting a petition to that effect, had been guilty of a most egregious blunder,—­an unpardonable offence.”

We cannot prevail on ourselves to give the sequel of this narrative in any other than the beautiful and picturesque language of Mr. Judson which we have so often quoted.

“It was now evening.  We had four miles to walk by moonlight.  Two of our disciples only followed us.  They had pressed as near as they ventured to the door of the hall of audience, and listened to words which sealed the extinction of their hopes and ours.  For some time we spoke not.

    ’Some natural tears we dropped, but wiped them soon. 
    Tho world was all before us, where to choose
    Our place of rest, and Providence our guide.’

And as our first parents took their solitary way through Eden, so we took our way through this great city.

“Arrived at the boat, we threw ourselves down, exhausted in body and mind.  For three days we had walked eight miles a day, the most of the way in the heat of the sun, which in the interior of these countries is exceedingly oppressive; and the result of our toils and travels has been—­the wisest and best possible—­a result, which, if we could see the end from the beginning, would call forth our highest praise.  O slow of heart to believe and trust in the over-ruling agency of our own Almighty Saviour!”