the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with our dear brother, now and evermore. Amen.'

These good people are no interest of their own. And such I may say is

"Oh it was enough to draw tears from any eye-so apostolic, so solemn, so endearing, is the manner of these people, when they take leave of their friends. I shall never, never forget this visit. Christians indeed. They have They live, they die for the Lord. the spirit of the Brethren's church. I seriously think that in the practice of godliness, in real humility, and selfdenial, they are the brightest ornaments of the Christian church. My dear boy, John, was much affected, as he must have been, with the excellence of Christianity, as he beheld it in these old people. After we departed, he said to me, he never felt so sorry to leave any people as he did to leave them. God bless them forever. Amen.*

Brainerd, Tuesday, Nov. 4.-This day I was called to witness a scene that I had hardly anticipated. Mr. R. and Mrs. C., both very anxious about their spiritual concerns, came to visit the brethren here, and to obtain some instruction respecting the course they ought to take. I conversed much with them, and prayed with them.

"Our hearts were greatly animated, and we could not but strongly hope God was soon to pour out his Spirit and bless our poor labors for this people. Two others were present, who were solicitous about the same subject. One of them an amiable girl, Catharine Brown, and one of our scholars. Previously, one colored man had been awakened, and one or two of the workmen were very

* "It pleased the Lord, on the 6th of November, 1827, to release our dear brother, John Gambold, from a state of weakness and suffering of long continuance, and to call his faithful servant to his great and eternal reward."—United Breth. Miss. Int. Mr. Byhan and Mrs. Gambold now occupy the station at Spring Place.

solemn. May the Lord soon cause this 'wilderness to bud and blossom as the rose.'

On the 6th of November, Mr. Cornelius left Brainerd for Natchez and New Orleans. Having encountered many dangers from the swamps and swollen rivers, he overtook, on the 13th of November, a number of merchants from Tennessee, who were on their way to New Orleans. On the 15th of November, the following incident occurred.

"At evening, I had the satisfaction of meeting with a considerable number of Cherokees, returning from the Arkansas country. Several could speak English, and I improved the opportunity of ascertaining their wishes on the subject of establishing schools in the country to which they were emigrating. I explained the designs of the American Board minutely, and desired their own views, and the views of the other emigrating Cherokees. The interpreter gave a very favorable representation, and said, to use his own words, that they wanted schools badly.' They had been at war with the Osage tribe of Indians, whom they had fought, with the Shawnese Indians as their allies. They said that probably not more than six or seven hundred of their nation had yet emigrated, and that many of these are not well pleased with the country. They had with them spoils of bows and arrows, skins, &c., which they had taken from the Osages, and what affected my heart more than any thing else, a small female child, apparently not more than five years of age, whom they were carrying home as a prisoner. When I inquired about her parents, I was shown by one of the Cherokees who owned the child, the scalps of her father and mother. These were some of the sad trophies of the Arkansas Cherokees. I fear that the blood shed in this conflict, will be required of those who have persuaded or encour

aged the removal of the Cherokees to a country which other Indians have claimed. I made the owner of this poor orphan babe promise that he would take her to our school-establishment, at Brainerd, and I wrote by him for this end to Mr. Kingsbury."*

The following day was the Sabbath. The gentlemen who accompanied Mr. Cornelius continued their journey. "This morning, my companions left me. My mind was much composed, and my soul, I trust, had some blessed intercourse with heaven. After breakfast, at my request, the family were assembled for worship. I read and explained a portion of Scripture, and prayed. Some

* Mr. Cornelius, after his removal to Salem, wrote a brief but interesting memoir of the "Little Osage Captive." A second edition has been published since his death. Through his exertions, assisted by Mr. Evarts, the little girl was sent to the school at Brainerd, where she remained from the 28th of September, 1819, till August 23d, 1820. She was received into the family of the missionary, the Rev. William Chamberlain, and was treated with great kindness. She was baptized Lydia Carter-the name of a very benevolent lady of Natchez, (afterwards Mrs. Williams, of Brimfield, Massachusetts,) who gave one hundred and fifty dollars for her ransom. The little stranger became very much attached to the missionaries, and she uniformly exhibited a most lovely disposition. She was at length obliged to be given up to the Osages, to whom, in consequence of a treaty with the United States, all the prisoners taken by the Cherokees were to be restored. Her young brother, John Osage Ross, who had been placed in the mission family, accompanied her. They reached the Arkansas river, about the 20th of September. The Osages having failed to fulfil the conditions of the treaty, it was determined not to restore the children to them. Lydia was finally placed in the family of Mrs. Lovely, widow of major Lovely, an Indian agent. In consequence of the fatigues of her long journey, she rapidly declined in health, and died on the 10th of March, 1821. She was about seven years of She manifested delightful evidence of being truly pious. Her brother, John Osage Ross, was brought to New England in 1821, by governor Miller. It was ascertained some time previously that their father was living, contrary to the statement made in the text.

age.

time after, I conversed with the colored servants, and was rejoiced to find two of them professors of religion, and from the account they gave me of their Christian experience, I could not but indulge the hope that they were the children of God. One of them, Aaron by name, belonged to a Baptist church near Frankfort, Kentucky. He had a wife and two children. He had had the misfortune to belong to an intemperate master, who in a fit of intoxication sold him to a negro trader, who was at the time proceeding down the river with a load of slaves for New Orleans. He professed to need the assistance of another person in managing the boat, and told Aaron he must go with him. His wife, fearing that his master only wished an opportunity of selling him profitably, followed him to the boat, and entreated him with tears and cries, and the cries of her children also, not to take away her husband. The owner appealed to God in the most solemn manner, and profanely swore that he would not sell Aaron, but bring him back again. When they arrived at New Orleans, the cargo of slaves was sold, and some attempts made to dispose of Aaron also. The fever coming on, the market for slaves became very dull. Mr. H. fled to Natchez, and put Aaron into a boarding-house. He was told that his master intended to sell him the first opportunity, and that he had better make the best of his way home while he could, and especially as the yellow fever was destroying the boatmen very fast. Thirty dollars were obtained, and Aaron, having been left by his master in a situation imminently dangerous, and having given no prospect of fulfilling his promise, commenced his journey. He travelled about four hundred miles, was overtaken by his master, who swore as profanely that he should never get home if he could help it, as he had at first sworn that he would return the poor fellow. Aaron was taken back a few miles and sold to Mr. Mitchell, with whom he now

is, and expects to be he knows not how long. It was very affecting to me to hear the poor creature lament his absence from his wife and children, whom he said he loved, as much as any one loved his family. Some exertions had been used to induce him to take another colored woman to be his wife, but he had peremptorily refused on the ground of Christian principle. I gave him the best counsel I could, and commended him for his decision not to take another wife. His last request was that I would pray for him.

"I had a delightful Sabbath as it respected private religious enjoyment. Often did I bless God for the day, and most cheerfully did I commit all my concerns to him.

'Monday, November 24.-Left Mitchell's house very early in the morning, took breakfast at the upper French camp, twelve miles distant, and passed more than thirty miles further, to the stand kept by Mr. Anderson, who has married a native. Nothing of moment occurred this day, except that I lost my way, and was bewildered for a while in the woods.

"November 25.-Resumed my journey early in the morning, and rode twenty-six miles to the second public stand, kept by Mr. Doke. Mr. D. is a very agreeable man. As there was no stand for a considerable distance beyond, and as the creeks were difficult to pass, I accepted the kind invitation of Mrs. D. to tarry till the next day. At night I saw Mr. D., who was rejoiced with the objects of my mission. I was very well accommodated, and in the morning my host would take no remuneration for my lodging."

About this time, Mr. Cornelius wrote a long letter to the Rev. Dr. Worcester, recapitulating the various incidents which had occurred after he had left Brainerd. The close of the letter is inserted.

"Finally, I am anxious, my dear sir, to call your atten