Foreign Mission Journal
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Vol. 13.— New Scries. RICHMOND, VA., OCTOBER, 1881. No. 7.— Whole No. 139.
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Address, FOREIGN MISSION JOURNAL,
Riciimoxu, Va.
foreign mission board
OF THE SOUTHEHN BAPTIST CONVENTION,
Locatki. AT RICHMOND, VIRGINIA.
1’nKHinicsT — .1. I.. M. CU1UIY.
Vicc-I'HMIDKSTH.— Hiram Wood., Md., J. A. Hackett,
La., W.
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Thomas. Va., II. II. McCnllnm, Fin., T. II.
I'rltcliird, N. ().. J. I.. Harrows, Ky„ I. T. Tlchenor,
Alabama. It. S. Duncan, AIo.. J. H, Link, Texas, \V, L. Kil¬
patrick, Oil.. Clia». .Manly, S. (J., Matt HIlDmaa. Tenn.,
.1 II. Searcy. Ark., (I
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Whitfield, Miss., M. Ellison, W.
Va.
lloaititsi'oxutsti SKCitKTAitY— H. A. TUl’I'EIt.
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ltKcoaniNO SKCitKTAitY—' W. II. OWATHMEY.
AUhlTOlt— JOSEPH F. COTTRELL.
IIoaru or Mamacikhk — .1. II. Hnwlliorne.J. Il.Wntklnt, II.
K. Ellysou, W. E. Hatcher, E. Wortham, Henry McDonald,
W (loddhi, II. II. Harris. .1. Pollard, Jr., J. W. Jones, A. II.
(Jlarke, J. II. Winston, J. II. Hutson, U. H. Winston, S. O.
Clopton. _ _
tST A It communications in reference to the business j
of this Hoard should be addressed to II.
Л. Тиггкк,
Corresponding Secretary, Richmond, Va. 1
FORM OF BEQUE8T-
“ I hereby give itiitl bequeath unto the Southern
Baptist Convention, formed in Augusta, Georgia,
In the month of May, 1815, and chartered by the
Legislature of the State of Georgia, hy an act
passed and approved December 29tli, 18-15, ( here
insert the amount , if in money , or 4 subject,' if
other property, either real or personal,) for Foreign
Missions.”
GF.ORGE HUBERT.
My Dear Children — I wish to tell you a story ,
which I hope may do you gootl. I cannot give it
to you in live minutes ; but I know that you will
be very attentive. We will see who can bent —
whether I can lie more interesting, or you more
Interested.
A long time ago, in the year 1810, a gentleman
was walking along a street In St. Louis, which you
know is in tlie State of Missouri. It was late in the
afternoon, when the long shadows from the houses
and trees showed that the sun was setting to rest —
that the old gentleman was about putting on Ids
cap and drawing around him the curtains of night.
As Mr. Upton came to a church-yard, lie heard a
low, sad sound, as of sonic one in distress. Being
a pious man, lie thought that lie might do some
good, and turned into the gate. He had not gone
far before he saw a little hoy, perhaps twelve
years old, leaning with botli arms upon an erect
grave-stone, with his eyes fixed upon a white mar¬
ble slab lying almost in front of him, a little to the
■eft hand. The approach of the good man was
not noticed, and lie heard the words : “ Oil, hut
she Is not here I” As he moved toward the child,
bis eye glunced upon the slab, on which were
these simple words : My Mother ; aud, putting
Ids hand on the shoulder of the weeping boy, he
said, in a soft voice :
“ My son, does your precious mother lie there?”
Looking up quickly into Ids face, the iad an¬
swered :
“ Oil, no, no, sir; she Is far, far away.”
Mr. Upton, struck with ills earnest reply, and
with the soft and intelligent light of his eyes,
which beamed from a face glowing with the fresh¬
ness of health, and of a frank and honest spirit,
took him at once by tlio hand, which he could not
hut press tenderly, and leading him to a Hat
stone, on which both sat down, said :
“Tell mo. dear boy, something about yourself;
for I see now that you are a stranger here.”
Nothing was heard fora moment or two, except
the constant cldrp of the church-yard cricket ; lint
the boy, composing himself, after telling that his
name was George Hubert, began to give some ac¬
count of himself. Ido not know that I can re¬
peat his words. All that I can give you Is the sub¬
stance of Ids story :
“I sailed,” said George, “with my father and
mother, and Infant sister, from Liverpool, last No¬
vember, in the bark Katharine. When we got off
the bank* — ”
“The hank of New Foundlancl, I suppose,” said
Mr. Upton.
“Yes. sir; the sailors always call them the ‘banks.’
A great storm arose ; the sails were furled ; but
the wind blew harder and harder, and one by one
the masts were carried away, or cut down by order
of the captain. The waves seemed to rise up to
the very sky, and tiie vessel was tossed about like
a little ball. Soon the bark sprang aleak. All
hands were put to the pumps, and spelled eacli
other all day; but she began to settle lower and
lower, and all hope was given up. The captain
ordered the life-boats launched; but so many leap¬
ed into the. first one that It immediately sank, and
all on board perished. 'Hie scene was now dread¬
ful. I cannot tell of the looks and shrieks of ter¬
ror on every side. The Master cried, 4 Every man
take care of himself !’ My father tied my mother,
with my little sister, to a spar, and me to another,
on which he was to lloat, and bound the. two spars
together, that we might not be separated. All
night we were pitched about the sea, with the cries
of the struggling and drowning passengers all
around, their shrieks and prayers rising above the,
howling of the storm. My father cheered us, say¬
ing : 4 Brave hearts ! brave hearts ! some vessel
will soon heave In sight.’ And so we were tossed
about all night until the dawn of day. I saw a
strange expression on my mother's face; she
was worn out with fatigue, aud appeared ready to
give up. Then a kind of wild smile spread over
her face, as she looked down upon little Laura.
Father understood, and soon I saw that tiie child
was dead. It was stiff frozen in my mother’s
arms. Father said, 4 My dear, let us lay down our
darling in tiie deep ; she will sleep In Jesus thorc
as sweetly as in our little cemetery at Guilford,’
But my mother’s only answer was a heart-rending
shriek, as she pressed the child closer to her bosom.
The bark was now ft complete wreck, and the tim¬
ber was driven about in every direction. A yard
arm lmd been plunged, by the violence of the
waves, deep into tiie sea, and, springing back,
struck my father on the face. Fainting, ho lost
ids hold on tiie spar, and as be sank to rise no more,
I heard the words : 4 Lord, forsake them not 1 ’ l
tried to keep up my mother's spirits; but the
tempest raged fiercer and llercer, and her strength
was utterly failing. She seemed to sink in tiie em¬
brace of death. The rope which held the two
spars together was now parted, and the last I saw
of my mother she was floating off, apparently life¬
less, still clasping her lifeless infant to her breast.
* * * * * The next I remember I opened uiy
eyes on the ship Orion, bound for New Orleans
with a large number of emigrants from different
parts of Europe. My lirst question was, 4 Where
is my mother?’ but the people only shook their
heads, and all I heard was, 4 Poor boy ! poor hoy !’
Tills afternoon, seeing a funeral, I followed it to
this place, and after the burial I walked about the
yard until I came to this slab. But, oh, sir, my
poor, poor mother I If she were only so near to
me ! I can now understand better wliat I heard
my father read of the urns with the ashes of their
dead, whicli the ancient used to prize so greatly.
But, oh, my beloved mother ! the ocean Is her grave,
the waves her winding-sheet, and her only monu¬
ment the white-topped billows of the sea.”
“No, no, my young friend,” said Mr. Upton.
“I see that your heart Is her true monument,
on which Is written deeper than can bo engraved
on stone : 4 My mother, my father, and my little
sister too.’ But it is getting late ; you have not Sf*
told me how you came to this city. But where are wl
you staying?’
Rising togetiier, they walked out of the burylug-
ground ; and as they walk toward George’s home,
let me say a word or two to you, children :
1. George had learned in his heart tiie command,
“ Honor thy father and thy mother.” Have you
all so learned it?
2. Many boys and girls are cut off by death; and
if we knew all about it, it might appear that they
could not claim the promise attached to tills com¬
mand, because they were unloving aud disobedient
children. What is that promise? What is the
number of this commandment?
3. Many children arc like George Hubert, who
so honored his parents ; and the promise of the
ilfth commandment is given to these, as well as
to them, 44 That thy days may be long in the land
which the Lord thy God givoth thee.”
44 Hero is the place, sir,” said George, stopping
in front of a long row of shanties near the river,
commonly occupied by emigrants. The smoke was
curling from the chimneys, for tiie inmates were
cooking supper. 44 Here is our door. Tlic Brocks
are good, honest people, and have been very kind
to me. I can never repay their goodness. They
took care of me on the Orion, and brought me here
from New Orleans. Mr. Brock is a lumberman on
the river, and I am to work with him. Como in,
sir ; they will be glad to see you.”
44 Not this evening, George ; it is late. I will see
you again. Take this, and read it,” handing him a
small pocket Testament.
George went in the shanty to tell of the good
man he had met i Mr. Upton went home with
his heart full the interesting boy to whom
