Identifier: spiritofmissions74epis (find matches)
Title: The Spirit of missions
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Episcopal Church. Board of Missions Episcopal Church. Domestic and Foreign Missionary Society
Subjects: Episcopal Church Episcopal Church Missions
Publisher: Burlington, N.J. : J. L. Powell
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
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thentinkled out another, as the works slowlythawed, all through both ceremonies.Then rose the question of the burialagain, and I said No. It seemed in-human to take those people a mile to thegraveyard and have them stand aroundin that fearful weather. But the mother of the dead child cameweeping and begged that her baby mightbe buried; so I yielded and we sent to thechurch for the little coffin, and I said allthe indoors part of the office, while thatmusical box still tinkled its spasmodicnotes. Then, with a prohibition of theattendance of women and children, outwe went into the icy blast, the coffin wasput on a sled and drawn quickly to thegrave. Coped in the coon-skin andstoled with scarves, I said the committal—and there, streaming from the villageas I knew they would, came the women,in time to throw each a handful of frozenearth upon the coffin, as is their wont.And would you believe it ?—each one hadbrought her hymn book, ready to standthere and sing the native funeral hymn.
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THE TRAIL ALONG THE BANK OF THE CHRISTIAN RIVER, A TRIBUTARY OP THE CHANDALAR e390 The Worst Sunday I Ever Knew Thy Will be Done. Thy Will be Done.But there was no singing. The stoutestof the men were glad to hasten andhustle the filling of the shallow littlegrave and to run back to shelter andwarmth. And Mr. Burgess and I lost notime in covering the miles to town,thankful that the wind was behind us. Night brought no cessation of thestorm, though it flung a wonderfuldraped aurora all over the sky, wavingand twisting its banners with such un-usual vivacity that one speculated as to another Oome, and he cometh. Is not iremarkable how often the Scriptures fothe day will afford a singularly appropriate text? Cold as the room was, despite all efforts to heat it, the eongregation sat still and listened intentlyThere is a delight in preaching to bodieiof men like this, and I was glad to thinlthat numbers of them are in regular attendance upon Church service and seento be influenced in their

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