60 THE LIFE OF

immortal clusters ; and the friends that meet, will meet

for ever.
Little then did I think thatI should have to pass

through so many afflictions, and so many hardships.
O my mother, I am still in a cold, unclzaritable misera-
ble world .' But the thought that thou art happy and
blessed, is truly sweet and encouraging! It is this fact,
and my own hopes of future bliss, that buoys me up,
and sustains me in the hours of conflict and despon-
dency. Although many years have elapsed, since her
death, still, I often weep with mingled joy and grief
when I think of my dear mother. “ Blessed are the
dead who die in the Lord.” “ I am not ashamed of
the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God unto sal-
vation to every one that believeth.” The gospel is the
only remedy for the miseries and sins of the world.

My mother and sister’s cases are not the only ones
that I could relate concerning the happy lives and
deaths of those once degraded and benighted Indians.
Many have already reachedheaven ; and many more are
now rejoicing on their road thither. VVho will now say
that the poor Indians cannot be converted? The least
that Christians could have done, was to send the gospel
among them, after having dispossessed them of their
lands; thus preparing them for usefulness here, and

happiness hereafter. Let no one say that I am ungrate-
ful in speaking thus. It was the duty of Christians to

send us missionaries; and it is now their duty to send
more of them. There are still 25,000 of my poor bre-
thren in darkness, and without the gospel. Let the
prayers of all the churches ascend to the Most High, in