Hester Warwick; or, The triumph of faith, a tale of the old world and the new - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 Excerpt: ... name of Amos Sutton, the name of one who has joined the ransomed ones around the throne of God. Many in heathen lands bless that name, many too, in lands called Christian, how many, eternity only can reveal. But of him truly may it be said, " The memory of the just is blessed." From Orissa, the scene of long years' toiling in faith and patience, the missionary, with his meek, enduring wife, landed upon the shores of his native England. The Christian world had urged him to return to them and to his home, and with his own lips declare what he had witnessed and heard of the abominations and woes of idolatry. He had obeyed the call, and Exeter Hall was thronged with the thousands who gathered to listen to the missionary of the cross. Breathless with attention they hung upon his words while he presented the claims of the heathen world, and raised to their view the hideous idols of wood and stone, as samples of those to which perishing millions daily bowed down as to gods who could save them from sin and misery. Then came the droppings of the silver and gold into the Lord's treasury; then went up earnest prayers and joyful hymns, and warm English hearts folded the missionary and his wife in embraces of affection and prayer. The city was alive with excitement, and Christians and unbelievers alike nocked in crowds to hear a man who described heathenism and its horrors, on one hand, and upon the other, the far worse condition of the impenitent in gospel lands. Using all the eloquence of which she was capable, Mrs. Marchmont allowed no opportunity to pass, in which she could urge upon her husband to go just once to hear the missionary whose earnestness had already caused many sinners to quake for fear of a judgment to come. Joy trembled in her whole frame,...