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the terror of all the inhabitants of Raiatea and the adjacent isles; but, in the last battle that was fought before the introduction of Christianity, he received a blow which deprived him of sight. But, although he was blind, none excelled him in diligent attendance on the means of grace. Me was at no loss for guides : the most respectable females, the principal chiefs, and at times even the king himself, might be seen leading Me to the house of God. He attended the adult schools at six o'clock in the morning, and by hearing the Scriptures read then and at other times, he soon acquired an extensive acquaintance with the inspired volume. The death of this son of slaughter supplies a glorious illustration of the value of the gospel, and the unequalled importance of missionary labour. Mr. Williams, on returning from one of his voyages, missed Me at public worship, and, ascertaining that he was ill, went to see him. On entering the blind man's hut, the missionary said, “Me, I am sorry to find you so ill.” The gladdened sufferer exclaimed, “Is it you? Do I really hear your voice again before I die? I shall die happy now. I was afraid I should have died before your return.” The missionary then inquired what brethren visited him in his affliction, to read and pray with him. The poor patient naming several, said, "They do not come so often as I wish, yet I am not lonely, for I have frequent visits from God :—God and I were talking when you came in.” What pathos, piety, and dignity in these words! But this is little, compared with the burst of sublimity that followed. Mr. Williams having signified an opinion that the warrior's days were numbered, asked what were the views of himself in the sight of God, and what his hopes rested upon. Mark the reply: “I have been in great trouble this morning; but I am happy now. I saw an immense mountain, with precipitous sides, up which I endeavoured to climb, but when I had attained a considerable height, I lost my hold, and fell to the bottom. Exhausted with perplexity and fatigue, I went to a distance, and sat down to weep; and while weeping, I saw a drop of blood fall upon that mountain, and in a moment it was dissolved.” Here he paused. Mr. Williams, anxious for his own idea of the figure, asked what construction he put upon it. He said, “That mountain was my sins, and the drop which fell upon it was one drop of the precious blood of Jesus, by which the mountain of my guilt must be melted away." How vast were this man's conceptions of the magnitude of his guilt! How lofty and just were his ideas of the efficacy of the sacrifice of the Son of God! The missionary thus concludes the scene. “On saying, at the close of the interview, that I would go home and prepare some medicine for him, which might afford him ease, he replied, “I will drink it, because you say I must; but I shall not pray to be restored to health again, for my desire is to depart and be with Christ, which is far better than to remain longer in this sinful world. In my subsequent visits I always found him happy and cheerful, longing to depart and be with Christ. This was constantly the burden of his prayer. I was with him when he breathed his last. During this interview, he quoted many precious passages of Scripture ; and having exclaimed with energy, “O death, where is thy sting ?' his voice faltered, his eyes became fixed, his hands dropped, and his spirit departed to be with that Saviour, one drop of whose blood had melted away the mountain of his guilt. Thus died poor old Me, the blind warrior of Raiatea. I retired from the overwhelming and interesting scene, praying as I went that my end might be like his."*
Here my illustrations terminate: and the question which I now ask the man who pours contempt upon missions, is, What think you of the facts which this and the foregoing letter lay before you? What think you, for example, of the character and death of Vara and of Me? I invite you to examine the subject. You shall not be limited in the field of your inquiry. Go forth ; ascend the historic pathway, and walk at large through all countries and all times,-assemble the sages of every clíme, and of every tongue,-marshal the hosts of philosophers, philanthropists, legislators, and rulers,-unite their deeds of benevolence, and tell us whether you deem it safe to challenge for them all a comparison with the preceding solitary specimen of the deeds of the Martyr of Erromanga ? Is such a comparison for a moment admissible? Are not all their moral achievements as nothing, if placed side by side with those of the Christian missionary? Approach the death-beds of Vara and Me, and behold them die ! Give me your estimate of what Christianity has done for these once blood-stained savages! Could any thing less than Christianity have met their case, and made them happy ? Has Christianity left them with a single want? Has it not brought immortality to light, and prepared them for its enjoyment? Do not all discoveries, and all bounties, which stop short of this, leave man ignorant, poor, and wretched ? Seeing that he is immortal, are not all systems of instruction
# Williams, p. 97.
reformation, and rule, which do not assume this fact as their basis, insufficient and delusive ? All efforts of philanthropy which exclude God and his grace, Christ and his gospel, are but false lights which lure to destruction. Men and brethren, awake from your dream ! Search and look, and tell us what your philosophy has ever done for barbarous tribes, and perishing nations ? Nay, more ; what has it done for its own most renowned and illustrious professors ? Reader! what has it done for thee? Be assured that its boasted provisions and proud pretensions will disappear amid the darkness of a dying chamber! The cross alone can there maintain its ground!
TO THE COMMITTEES AND MEMBERS OF THE LONDON
AND AMERICAN PEACE SOCIETIES.
ON THE TENDENCY OF MISSIONARY LABOUR TO EXTINGUISH WAR
AND TO ESTABLISH PEACE.
Friends of your countries and of the whole human race ! the formation of your benevolent confederacies will constitute an era in the future history of our world. Excepting societies for preaching the gospel, mankind never associated for any object of equal importance with that which has brought you together. Your object is to stay the effusion of human blood, to promote permanent and universal peace upon the earth, and good-will among men. A more magnificent idea never entered the human breast. Its benevolence is equalled only by its greatness. The true character and design of your societies are still but imperfectly known, especially in England; for it is pleasing to reflect, that, in America, the cause of peace has taken a deeper and a more general hold upon the public mind. A mighty gain has been realized by the publication of the “Prize Essays on a Congress of Nations,” for the adjustment of international disputes, and for the promotion of universal peace, with