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최원재: 새 문서: The Bishop's Letters. NIU CH'WANG: September 1892. DEAR FRIENDS, On the first of this month, whilst the Sisters, I suppose, were preparing for their last Communion in St. Peter's Home...

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새 문서: The Bishop's Letters. NIU CH'WANG: September 1892. DEAR FRIENDS, On the first of this month, whilst the Sisters, I suppose, were preparing for their last Communion in St. Peter's Home...

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	space in our bedchamber. However, we hung up our lanterns, and found a spare corner of the courtyard in which to devour our dinner of eggs and bacon, rice and marmalade, washed down by large quantities of tea, all prepared by our Corean attendants. During this and the further process of saying Evensong we were watched by the curious eyes of nearly the whole male population of the village (about 30), and then, as the gazers tailed off, we tumbled into bed and slept the sleep of the righteous.		space in our bedchamber. However, we hung up our lanterns, and found a spare corner of the courtyard in which to devour our dinner of eggs and bacon, rice and marmalade, washed down by large quantities of tea, all prepared by our Corean attendants. During this and the further process of saying Evensong we were watched by the curious eyes of nearly the whole male population of the village (about 30), and then, as the gazers tailed off, we tumbled into bed and slept the sleep of the righteous.
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		+	Sunday, October 4. Up at six A.M. after a good night's rest, and off for a dip in the little stream which ran a few minutes' walk from the village. Here we performed our toilet and our orisons in comparative privacy, and returned to the inn about seven A.M., to find the whole population of the village gathered to watch us eat breakfast and do the other extraordinary things which might be expected of foreigners. After gratifying their curiosity we strolled up a valley at the back of the village, so as to escape the crowd of spectators, and found a shady and secluded spot in which to say Mattins. Being Sunday, we only meant to start fairly late and do a Sabbath day's journey of 30 li (say 10 miles); so returning leisurely to the village, which looked very pretty, nestling among hundreds of chestnut trees (the fruit of which we greatly enjoyed), we loaded horses and got off about ten A.M. It was a hot fine day with a little breeze, one of those days which somehow irresistibly suggest Sunday, and one almost expected to be startled by the sound of church bells calling the people off to worship. Our road took us up a well-wooded and gradually narrowing valley, at the end of which we had to walk up a steep rough path to the crest of a little pass, crowned by a little hamlet. Soon after passing this the path dropped down again into a gradually widening and highly cultivated valley, full of rice, bean, and millet fields, and with a good many groves of trees, cottages, and hamlets scattered about. The hills to our right and left were gradually losing the barren, gravelly appearance so common near Seoul, and we could see that the more distant hills ahead of us were quite beautifully wooded. In one case we found that the preservation of the trees was due to the presence of an old royal tomb, it being illegal to cut the timber on hills thus sanctified. By soon after noon we had reached a large clean-looking village called Solmono (30 li from our last resting-place and So from Seoul); but the inns being full we had to move on to a hamlet close by, called Ara Solmono, i.e. Lower Solmono, where we found an inn of the usual type ready to take us in for the night. We found the road guarded both on entering and leaving these two villages by a battalion of ten of the most grotesquely hideous wooden idols it has ever been my luck to see. And it is worth remarking that these and somewhat similar roadside figures elsewhere, together with the fetish trees, marked by a pile of staves raised against the trunk, and bits of rag tied to the branches, and an occasional Buddhist mendicant monk passed in the road, were the sole signs of anything approaching to religion, or even superstition, that met our eyes for days together, if we except the tombs, some of
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		+	which were furnished with little altar slabs for ancestor worship. We saw nothing in the shape of a temple or place of worship of any kind, until we got right away from the towns and villages, into the mountain fastnesses, where the Buddhists have built their monasteries and temples. To return to our inn. We left it as soon as we could after our midday mcal, with the view of escaping the crowd of spectators, and went and lay down to rest on the grass under the trees, a little way out of the village. A few, however, of the more enterprising inhabitants, followed us out and did their best to engage us in conversation, which lasted till late in the afternoon. They were very friendly, and very anxious to learn all about us and our native country, and we could not help feeling what a good opportunity for informal "preaching the Gospel” would be given by such conversations as this to anyone with a mastery of the language, and our feeling on this point was deepened when we heard the bulk of the conversation being retailed afterwards by our most prominent interviewer (whose industry lay in the manufacture of tobacco pipes) to the crowd which thronged the inn on our return to watch us eat our dinner. Before returning, however, we had managed to escape from our inquisitive friends by walking some little distance further on to a little hill off the road, where by the light of the setting sun we said our Evensong beside an old tomb. And so home to dinner and bed.
		+	(To be continued.)
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		+	The Spirit of Missions.
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		+	THE Universities' Mission to CENTRAL AFRICA has received a large accession of strength. On Tuesday, January Toth, a party left England for Zanzibar, including seven missionaries-- one priest (the Rev. T. C. Simpson), one deacon (the Rev J. Grindrod), one nurse for the hospital in Zanzibar, one treasurer's assistant, and one lady teacher for the girls' school at Zanzibar, and two printers--one for Zanzibar and one for Nyasa. In addition to these, Bishop Hornby, who (God willing) leaves Marseilles on Feb. 12, will be accompanied by the Rev. J. S. Wimbush-who has been with him two years in Sunderlandand by three laymen; and before long the staff of the Mission will further be strengthened by the Rev. E. S. Palmer, M.B., of St. Saviour's, Leeds; the Rev. G. Du Boulay, of Sneinton, Not
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		+	tingham; and the Rev. A. G. B. Glossop, of St. Mary's, Colchester. In the meantime, however, a severe bronchial attack has prostrated Bishop Smythies, so that he was unable to leave on Jan. 12 as he had intended, and his departure is now indefinitely postponed
		+	We are sometimes apt to forget how large an amount of purely missionary work among the heathen has to be done by the American Church in the United States itself. But, with a population of Indians, Chinamen, and negroes far outnumbering the members of the Church itself, it is evident that no small part of its work consists of missions to the heathen. That this duty is clearly recognised is illustrated by the fact that the General Convention of the American Church has just founded four new missionary jurisdictions and supplied them with bishops.
		+	Here is an account, taken from the Mission Field, of a clinical confirmation by the Bishop of CAPETOWN at Heidelberg, a missionary station in his diocese :
		+	" I was told that an old bed(?)-ridden woman, of over 90 years of age, desired to be confirmed. I went to her hut with Mr. Schierhout, about a mile outside the village, and found her lying on the bare ground, except for a thin reed mat beneath her, and covered with three or four meal-sacks for warmth. The hut was a simple acute angle, standing on the soil, constructed of bushes interlaced, about five feet or less from the ground to the apex of the angle, and about cight feet long from one end, which had no door or shelter, to the other, which was closed in with bushes. A woman cooking some meal in a cauldron was squatting just inside the opening, and it was most difficult to get past her. We both, however, squeezed through, and I never confirmed anyone under such difficulties. A tall man of 6 feet 2 inches, I had to bend nearly double while saying the service over her, and it was not possible to bring more than one hand into use in the act of confirming. The poor old woman seemed most grateful, murmuring her thanks to us for coming, but chiefly to God for His mercies to her. Poor thing! to human eyes she seemed to have wonderfully little to be grateful for; but that she felt an inward peace in the assurance of God's forgiving love in Jesus Christ, and the hope of a speedy change from squalor and hardship here to the rest which remaineth for God's people, one could not doubt."
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		+	The following words of the Bishop of Manchester, who speaks with all the authority of experience, present a very living picture of the needs, spiritual and temporal, of our colonists :
		+	"Not only is it very difficult to travel in those countries, but it is quite as difficult to maintain churches when you have established them. No doubt it is true that a settler frequently has possession of a farm of exceedingly fertile land, which probably after ten years of very hard labour would furnish to
		+	fronten en became terne, him a small fortune. But, in the first instance, it is covered with timber of which you have no knowledge in this country, trees 200, 300, and sometimes 400 feet high, with a corresponding thickness. Every one of these trees has to be separately burned. The underwood has also to be cut away, and so luxuriant is its growth that if it is left for a single year it is almost as thick as it was at the beginning. I have known men who have laboured hard for ten years in such a field as that and been successful, and who have told me at the end that the work had been so tremendous that they felt as if they were broken men. How are such men to keep up religious services ? They have hardly enough to purchase the necessaries of life. How, then, are they to find money to build wooden churches and maintain missionary clergymen or lay readers? These things, I can testify, have to be done for them in Victoria by a central fund; but when, as in many dioceses in Canada and South Africa, such a fund could not be created, what is to be done? Why, either the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel must come to the aid of local effort, or we must let the inhabitants of the colony go back to practical paganism. It may be quite easy for us, sitting at home at ease, to talk lightly about going back to practical paganism, but if we had to go into the forest and talk to the men there, men of our own race, and hear them beg and pray that they might have the privilege of Divine worship, and that their children might have the advantage of religious instruction, why, we would feel like taking off our coats and selling them in order to provide the necessary means. I do not want you to take off your coats, but I do want to ask you to do all you can to help the Society to send forth ministerial aid to those of your brethren who are living in the wilderness."
		+	The Archbishop of Canterbury told the following story in Croydon Parish Church on New Year's Day :
		+	* One of our missionary Bishops, travelling through a desolate tract of country, was asked by some good people if he would go round by a certain distant station where there lived
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		+	a strange man almost by himself who kept a sort of little inn. They told the Bishop this man was an atheist, and thought it would be a great blessing if he would go out of his way to talk to him. The Bishop found him out, and one evening had a long conversation with him. At its close the man said, “Bishop, I see you are labouring under a mistake; a man can't live here in the wilderness with God all day and all night and think there isn't a God. You must go to the towns if you want to find a man who doesn't think there's a God.'"
		+	Correspondence. Extracts from home letters of the Rev. Mark Napier Trollope.
		+	SEOUL, Michaelmas 1892. « HERE I am back home' you see, and very busy finishing the church and making final preparations for the Sisters and the Doxats, Warner has gone on a long trip up the river in a house-boat (not exactly like the house-boats at Henley), with a view to discovering whether that is a suitable method of taking missionary journeys. Davies has just left for Fusan, where he is to meet a member of the English Legation at Tokyo and Mr. G. N. Curzon (late Under-Secretary of State for India), who are going to travel overland from Fusan to Seoul, and who wired to our Consul, Mr. Hillier, for an interpreter. Mr. Hillier suggested that Davies should avail himself of the opportunity of seeing so much, so in the Bishop's absence I gave him leave. He ought to have a very enjoyable and useful trip. .... The Bishop is at Niu Ch'wang, whither Pownall goes shortly to relieve him and to take up his quarters for the winter. So I hope we shall have the Bishop with us here this winter.
		+	"Mr. Small's return from Canada is again, I am sorry to say, delayed, and my present companions are only the two laymen who joined us last July. One, a printer, is from Mr. Kelly's, and the other is a man who has done a good deal of lay mission work at home, and is very keen on it here."
		+	* November 14th.-The Sisters have arrived, and are settling into the house that I built for them. There are five of them, and they have a trained nurse with them..... Their very presence in Seoul seems to make us feel warmer, and helps to give our Mission more of the position it ought to take. As yet I have not seen much of them since the day that we walked down to Mapu on the river to meet them on their way up from Chemulpo, whence Dr. Landis brought them by river steamer. . . . . I am probably going to winter at Chemulpo. At present Pownall is at Niu Ch'wang for the winter, where he is probably ice-bound by this time.
		+	“Mr. Small will certainly not be back from Canada till spring. Mr. Doxat, whose arrival we are daily expecting, will be up here. Warner will be in a little house down by the river, and yet we must be represented, and ought to be strongly represented, at Chemulpo, where there are about twenty-five Europeans, of whom about six are British and Church people, and where the Bishop has already built a small church and mission-house, and where also Dr. Landis is working among Coreans in his hospital. It is, however, the Japanese, 3,000 or 4,000 in number, who constitute the real importance of Chemulpo. If I go I shall have to do all I can by learning a little Japanese, teaching English, &c., to make a lodgment for the Mission among them, so that when some one comes out really to take up Japanese work, he may find something ready to his hand.”

Morning Calm v.4 no.32(1893 Feb.) - 편집 역사

2021년 4월 5일 (월) 02:32에 최원재님의 편집

최원재: 새 문서: The Bishop's Letters. NIU CH'WANG: September 1892. DEAR FRIENDS, On the first of this month, whilst the Sisters, I suppose, were preparing for their last Communion in St. Peter's Home...