had made part of the journey, was so overwhelmed by her altered and emaciated appearance that he burst into tears.  To this poor cook she was indebted, during the next two months for everything, and even for her life and that of those dearest to her.  He would walk miles to procure and carry food for the prisoners, then return to do everything he could for Mrs. J. Though a Bengalee, he forgot his caste, and hesitated not at any office or service which was required of him.  It was afterwards in their power amply to reward him for his labor of love, and they never forgot their debt of gratitude.

At this time poor little Maria was the greatest sufferer, and her mother’s anguish at seeing her distress while she was unable to relieve it, was indescribable.  Deprived of her natural food by her mother’s illness, while not a drop of milk could be procured in the village, her cries were heart-rending.  Sometimes Mr. Judson would prevail on his keepers to let him carry the emaciated little creature around in his arms, to beg nourishment from those mothers in the village who had young children.  Now indeed was the cup of misery full.  While in health, the active, ardent mind of Mrs. Judson bore up under trials, every new one suggesting some ingenious expedient to lighten or avert it; but now to see those cherished ones suffering, and be herself confined by sickness, was almost too much to bear.

It was about this time they learned the death of their enemy, whose elevation to power was the cause of their removal from Ava, and whose purpose in sending them to Oung-pen-la, was indeed their destruction.  Suspected of high-treason, and of embezzling public money, he was executed without a moments delay.  Another officer was appointed to command the army, but with far less sanguine expectations of success.  After his death, the prisoners were released from the prison, and conducted to Ava.  The cause of the change was soon evident.  Mr. Judson was wanted to act as interpreter between the Burmese government and the advancing army of the British.  For six weeks he was kept in Maloun, steadily at work in translating, and suffering as much as when in prison except that he was not in irons.  Mrs. Judson, who had remained at Ava, was seized soon after he left her with spotted fever of the most malignant character.  She lost her reason, and for a long time was insensible to everything around her.  But she records with lively gratitude, that just before her senses left her, a Portuguese woman had unexpectedly come and offered herself as nurse to her little daughter; and about the same time, Dr. Price, being released from prison, visited her.  He represents her situation to have been the most distressing he ever witnessed, and he had no idea she could survive many hours.  At one time a Burmese neighbor, who had come in with others to see her die, said “She is dead; and if the King of angels were to come in, he could not recover her.”  Her head was shaved, blisters were applied to it and to her feet, and she gradually revived; although the fever having run seventeen days, she was of course a long time in recovering.