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Life of Women in India.

«. ZENANA MISSION BREAKFAST. (contributed.) In the large hall of the Cannon Street Hotel at the Zenana Breakfast m connection with the Baptist Missionary Society, on April 30th, Mr A. H. Baynes, who had returned from a visit to India, delivered an eloquent address. The following brief extract may serve to give some idea of his touching and powerful appeal: —" One scene I shall never forget ! It was only two months ago. In the early morning I stood on the roof of a native house m the vast heathen city of Bhiwani, and watched the sun rise up. Far out m the distance stretched one of tho great Punjaub plains, covered with morning mist. Through the great central arch of the city gateway noiselessly passed a stately cavalcade of camels burdened with their precious freight, and led by their dusky drivers, and all around was still, | save the distant tinkling of a temple bell calling the gods from sleep. By my. side there stood the only European m the whole of that vast heathen city. And as I stood and watched the sun flashed out, the mist curled away, and all the plain was light, and I listened to the marvellously interesting story of work amongst the almost numberless villages before me. I heard how ** roups of -women, with tearstained eye?, listened to words of mercy,' and how one old woman gathered about her feet and implored her to remain, telling her her words were like light m a dark room. Oh, why had they not baen spoken before V Why must she leave ? And then groups of men gathered round about her, and asked that the story might be told to them, and then, with unwearied feet, she hastened back to the city, through the gate, into fever-stricken beestis and into pestilential Mahullahs, bearing life and light to her sisters sitting m darkness. Do you complain of missionary extravagance and luxury ? Then come down the stone steps with me into the two small rooms inhabited by this devoted worker. A military iron bedstead, 'a few chairs, a few choice books—marvellously indicative of the tenant—a few photographs, father, mother, brothers, sisters, the college hall, the college library, and two fresh and. breezy water-colored drawings, wrought by loving hands at home, of upland down and woody glens, with the glint of sunlight on the sea, telling of happy holiday rambles m tho dear homeland of years gone past. Do you wonder that, standing there, I thanked God for the saintly heroism of Christian womanhood, and do you wonder that standing there I deliberately formed the resolution that I would take the first opportunity that God gave me of pleading for reinforcements for this work. That is why I stand here to-day. Fathers and mothers have you no more daughters for India? Christian ladies, is there no appeal to you m the cry that comes sadly over the sea from your imprisoned sisters m the Zenanas of the East 1

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Life of Women in India., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2472, 23 July 1890

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Life of Women in India. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2472, 23 July 1890