Morning Calm v.4 no.35(1893 May.)

THE MORNING CALM. No. 35, VOL. IV.] MAY 1893. [PRICE Id.

The Bishop's Letter. CHEMULPÓ; January 1893.

DEAR FRIENDS, My December letter having been sent away before Christmas, I must include in my letter of this month an account of all that concerned us up to the end of 1892. Mr. Hodge and John Wyers came to spend their Christmas with us here. Making, thus, a party of five we were enabled to have a good deal of music to brighten the services on the Festival. I do not think that there is anything of note to record. The day was full of happiness for us all. On the next morning I started for Seoul, having as a companion, Dr. Landis, who had business with Dr. Wiles. As we crossed the river we saw some of our Seoul friends skating, to the great amusement of a crowd of Coreans who were looking on. My business in coming to Seoul was to preside at a conference of the clergy. It was the first time that we had met together formally for such a purpose. The conference was necessary for two reasons. Our staff of clergy, being now as complete as it is likely to be for some time to come, it was fitting that we should take as early an opportunity as we could of discussing together matters which have long been the subjects of our thoughts and informal conversations. And it became more fitting, now that we are able to welcome Mr. Doxat amongst us as a colleague, and to put him in possession, so far as is possible, of the various questions, possibilities, and advisabilities which have filled our minds during the last two years. The conference was needful for another reason. Just now, certain matters are pressing forward which, if not yet ripe for settlement, are likely to become practical questions at no distant date. Thus the subjects discussed at the conference were contained in such questions as these: How far ought the clergy, under the present circumstances, to engage in secular education? In what language should the education of Coreans be given-in Corean? or by first teaching them English? What kind of secular education, if any, should be given them-whether an education like that given in schools in England, or instruction in Chinese classics, to which they are now everywhere accustomed? When we have orphans entrusted to us to bring up, are they to be brought up as Corcan or as English children? Are the heathens to be allowed to use our Churches before they are baptized; before they are even Catechumens? Such questions as these will, perhaps, seem to you to admit of easy and instant answers. To us out here they bristle with difficulties. To us, especially, who have no traditions to follow - no precedents to guide us. You will bear in mind what I have so often told you : that this Mission is unlike any other Mission in the whole world ; unlike, not only in the circumstances of its commencement, but unlike also in the conditions under which it has to do its work -amongst a people who present, at every turn, the most extraordinary contradictions - all of them suggesting that whoever would give them what we have come to give, must proceed most warily, using every opportunity of studying their character and their modes of thought, lest they should refuse to accept the gift of everlasting life because it is offered clumsily and ungraciously. The conference was, indeed, one little practical commentary on the Archbishop of Canterbury's wonderful speech at the Annual Meeting of S.P.G. last year. Of course, nothing was decided. We are not yet face to face with these problems. But we can now see the conditions under which the problems will be presented to us ; as we think we can see signs that, by the blessing of God, some of them will become practical questions this year. We were much refreshed by the conference. It helped us to feel that we were beginning to be a body-which is so much better than the being separated units. Some of us have been thinking of these matters for more than two years, some for eighteen months, some, again, for only six weeks. And now it is helpful to exchange these views in solemn, responsible talk; to teach those who are eager to learn, and to learn from those who have somewhat to teach. The conference over, I returned to Chemulpó, spending, very comfortably, a night on my way at Mr. Warner's little Corean house at Tong Mak. He has long ceased to be regarded as a stranger by the villagers, who show him many acts of kindness. This experiment, indeed, is one for which we have every reason to thank God. Later in the week I was followed to Chemulpó by Mr. Trollope, whose presence, with that of the rest of our guests, enabled us again to have plenty of music at our New Year's services in St. Michael's. This week saw us all returning to our respective labours. Mr. Smart, who had allowed his Chinese and Japanese pupils only two days' holiday, resuming his work with renewed vigour. The month has passed quietly. For a part of it I was somewhat poorly, but thanks to Dr. Landis's good advice, I am now in excellent health, and take daily long trudges through the snow, which, by the way, is more plentiful than usual this winter. But the days are delightfully fine, and walking with a bright sun overhead and the crisp snow under foot, is very enjoyable. During the month I had another visit from Mr. Trollope, and one from Mr. Warner. From both of them I hear good accounts of everyone in Seoul. The Sisters are well and hard at work with the language. Last month I sent them my teacher who wrote me a letter in which he groaned at their industry, which kept him at work all day. He longed for the time to come when he would return to his lazy bishop. This was not complimentary, but I fear there is much truth in it. Now, however, I have him with me in Chemulpó, and am once more making a little way in this difficult language. This is an uneventful letter, and I hope will prepare you for others, which will be even more so. But for us the New Year has opened full of promise, and I hope that all my letters this year will enable you to see how God is continuing to bless us. That He may continue to bless you, each and all, is, dear friends, the sincere prayer of Yours affectionately, C. J. CORFE. Note. The Secretary of St. Peter's Foreign Mission Association would be glad to take orders for stoles, chalice veils, burses, and almsbags. A member of the Association, who is a beautiful embroideress, has offered to give the proceeds of her work to the funds in support of the Sisters in Seoul. Address - Miss GRAHAM, 48 Pont Street, S.W.

Correspondence. "HAVING had the privilege some time ago to accompany Mr. Pownall for a short trip on the river in a junk, I am now able to furnish you with what I hope will prove very interesting facts relating both to the country itself and the manners of the people. I left Seoul very early in the morning, and had the most charming walk imaginable from there to Chemulpo, a distance of about twenty-five miles of what is usually uninteresting road, but on this occasion one could scarcely help yielding oneself up to admire the charm of the country in the very early dewy morning on such a lovely day in early summer. I arrived in good time at Chemulpó, and found that all arrangements had been very satisfactorily completed, and we left punctually at 4 P.M. on the following day, our party consisting of Mr. Pownall, a Chinese cook, a Corean coolie, and myself. As we were leaving Chemulpó a ghastly sight met our view, of dead bodies placed out by the riverside on wooden trestles, covered with straw. They were the victims of a plague of smallpox, and it is the Corean custom to expose the bodies of those who die of this disease for two or three months, in the hopes that the evil spirit may depart out of them, and that they may revive; but if it is found that the life has really left them they are eventually buried. This seems at first a horrid custom, and unworthy of such a highly civilised nation as this is. The boatmen rowed us along very merrily, keeping up a constant supply of songs and choruses which were not at all unmusical. When darkness came on we anchored for the first night at Kop-ku-Che, and, after assuring ourselves we were in safe anchorage, retired for the night. On the morning following we weighed anchor at 4 A.M. and were off on our journey with the dawning light. At 6.30 we anchored and breakfasted, and it was here that we experienced our first exciting adventure, for we were suddenly run into by the small river steamer which plies up and down, carrying passengers and cargo, between Chemulpó and Seoul, which struck the upper part of our small boat with considerable force; and as the river was deep and the current exceedingly rapid we were a little anxious as to the immediate results of the bump, but, fortunately, no material damage was done. As soon as we had made quite certain that our boat was in no way damaged, we went ashore on the island of Kang Hwa, and soon started for the walled city of that name, which is distant about three miles inland. It was a lovely walk, the country being verdant with the foliage of the trees and the rapidly sprouting crops. "On our way we passed a very strange pump, used for purposes of irrigation. It was worked on a tripod, to which was attached a long hollow scoop, which was dipped in the water at a lower level, and raised with a swinging action, the scoop being well balanced ; it was altogether a most ingenious arrangement, and must have been the product of a highly inventive mind, with a decided taste for engineering. We entered the city by the east gate, and were soon surrounded by people who were all anxious to learn what we had come for, but we were saved all trouble by the letter of introduction which we had received from the Kam-li at Chemulpo. We soon found our way to the Governor's house, and were entertained there by several officials of high rank, who also accompanied us to the top of some neighbouring hills, and showed us some of the beautiful views from them. “Here we found an opportunity to eat some luncheon that we had brought with us, but the Coreans would not rest satisfied until we had also partaken of some of their provisions, which were of a doubtful character, boiled eggs and pickled turnips playing a prominent part in the spread. “After the lunch, the higher officials handed us over to the care of some gentlemen of a somewhat less exalted rank, instructing them to show us the ‘lions' of the city. They showed us, among other things, a remarkably fine memorial tablet made of marble, which commemorated the exceeding virtues of a past governor. The Chinese characters of the inscription were splendidly carved, and it must have been a work of great labour, as well as of considerable expense. We were also taken to see the large bell tower, an ancient bell which is used, as our ‘Curfew' used to be, at sundown. We then went out on 'Nam San,' the South Hill, and obtained a very extensive view of the beautiful surrounding country; and here we visited a small temple of the God of War, outside of which, doubtless to illustrate its military character, were several piles of MartiniHenry rifles, ready for use. On this hill there are also some substantially constructed barracks, which look very imposing. We were here provided with a guide, who was instructed to travel with us, and show us everything that was to be seen. Doubtless also they thought it proper to have some sort of control over our proceedings, and so by politely forcing a guide upon us, all our movements could be observed, and communicated to those in authority. After a brisk walk back we got on board all safe. We had a stormy night of wind and rain, and did not lift anchor till 8.30 the next morning, when we travelled rapidly down the river, with a turning tide, en route for a large and famous monastery of "Chong Dong Sa,' to which we had been directed. Our boatman, however, on arriving at the place, could not land because of the extraordinary current which was running, so we anchored, and hailed a large Corean boat to come alongside and take us off, and in this boat we safely passed through the various rapids and whirlpools, landing at 11 A.M. Here we at once called on the official at the gate, who was an old man named Pyen Ka. This gentleman took it for granted that we could not understand Corean talking, and so calmly wrote down what he had to say on a piece of paper. "It turned out that he knew our Nak Tong house, and so he was very kind and gave us wine mixed with flour, and eggs and pickles; also, which was more important, he gave us permission to proceed. We walked on through a highly cultivated country, the fields being full of barley, wheat, rice, and tobacco, and then we gradually left the agriculture behind to ascend into the neighbouring hills, where the monastery is situated. "The approach to the large monastery was through a lovely ravine, across which there ran a substantial stone wali, with a gate covered with creeping plants. Passing through the gate we found ourselves on a beautiful path, the sides of which were covered with various flowers and ferns, and following this along we soon arrived at the monastery we were seeking, which proved to be built on the spur of a hill, a remarkably fine position, and possessed of a commanding view. "JOHN WYERS."

Association of Prayer and Work for Corea. As will be seen by the accompanying flyleaf, April quarterly reports have been sent in by about 68 localities, and the money received up to the present date amounts to rather over the £170, which was the sum reached in the April quarter of last year, although from several of the localities which reported then nothing has yet arrived this year. The number of new members (73 new members of the Association and 32 of its branches) is less than usual. But it shows a growth steady and real, if less rapid than at first, and the General Secretary acknowledges with gratitude that signed application forms have been sent in with most of the lists. We are glad to announce that Corea has been invited, and has agreed, to take part with Japan, Universities' Mission to Central Africa, and Oxford Mission to Calcutta in a joint Sale of Work to be held in London, in the Westminster Town Hall, on December 13 and 14. It is thought that by sharing in the expenses (which, it is hoped, will be covered by the receipts at the door and at the refreshment stall), and by the general appeal which will be made to the interest of all our friends, the undertaking may prove in every way a more profitable one than more isolated efforts. Mrs. Campbell Jones, to whose energetic work, as Miss Trollope, of Beckenham, the Association already owes so much, and who enters this month on her new post of Head Secretary for London, will take the management of the Corean share in the sale. She hopes that large supplies of saleable articles, such, especially, as dressed dolls, baby pinafores, and useful clothing, will be sent to her from all parts, and that the secretaries and members in and near London will do all in their power to help her, that Corea may take its full share both in the effort and in the success of the enterprise. Will London secretaries, and also members living in London, kindly note that they are asked in future to communicate with Mrs. Campbell Jones in the usual course of their Corean work, instead of with the General Secretary? Her place as County Secretary for Kent is taken, as will be seen in the list of secretaries, by her sister, Miss Trollope. We are glad to notice the reappearance of Malta in our lists, an old locality where there are still several members, enlisted by the late secretary, Mrs. Sutton, and for which Mrs. Harris has kindly volunteered to act as secretary. It is with real sorrow that we have erased from the lists Settle, in Yorkshire, on account of the death, last month, of its secretary, C. F. Hyde, Esq., whom our Mission has gratefully counted amongst its oldest and most earnest workers. The offertory at the Celebration on the day of his funeral was devoted by his friends “to the Mission he loved so well." M. M. CHAMBERS-HODGETTS, Rowancroft, Exeter, April 10. Gen. Sec.

A Trip in the Country-(continued). We managed to get under way by 8.30, very pleased with our short visit to the famous monastery of Syek-Wang-Sa. The old abbot and several monks accompanied us some way, and were sorry to part. The advent of foreigners must be quite a sensational epoch in their dull lives, and I expect we gave them food for conversation for many days. All the morning we travelled across a lava plain on a scarcely perceptible road; there was little or no vegetation, and consequently very few habitations. None of us were sorry when at 1.45 we reached KangLa-Cha, a small hamlet at the foot of a well-wooded hill. Here we tiffined and gave the horses a couple of hours' rest. This they are obliged to have in the middle of the day. Their beans have to be boiled, and the mapoos' rice prepared, so the traveller may consider himself fortunate if he can induce either mapoos or horses to move under two hours. The Corean pony would go on feeding all day I believe if you would allow him. Often I had to go myself and bring the horses out of the stables. The Corean is by nature lazy ; so you can imagine after a 50 li*(* 3 li = 1 mile.) walk he requires some rousing. The walk that afternoon was much prettier, but even rougher than the morning. We began by climbing a steep hill some 1,8oo feet in height, from the top of which we obtained a magnificent view. The beauty of Corean scenery consists in its wonderful hills, on the one hand you see a range of low hills thickly wooded to the top with firs and pines, on the other are simply great mountains of rock which have a wonderful grandeur of their own, and perhaps the most common of all are the low red granite hills with a few stunted firs, but for the most part bare. These are seen at their best during sunrise or sunset, when they appear deep crimson. The valleys for the most part are well cultivated, but the Coreans do not, like their neighbours the Japanese, spoil nature by cultivating the hills to their summits. At the highest point of every hill is a little shrine with a picture of the Spirit of the Mountains sitting on a tiger. I noticed that whenever our caravan passed one of these shrines the mapoos all bowed and expectorated violently. We had to travel again by torchlight, and it was 11 P.M. before we reached Hoi-Yang, a small prefectural town. We put up in one of the officials' houses, and were not sorry to get to bed, notwithstanding a dirty room and the certainty of live stock. We had walked 100 li, and I was thoroughly tired. Hoi-Yang, which is on the main road to Seoul, seemed to be an uninteresting dead-and-alive place, but splendidly situated on the banks of a broad river. The next day we again left the main road in order to visit some of the monasteries in the KeumKang-San Mountains. After a very pleasant walk of 55 li we came to Hoa-Cheung, a large village, where we were told that we must put up, as there were no more inns between that and Chang-An-Sa, the first monastery we were to visit, which was 80 li further on. A remarkable bridge spanned the river at Hoa-Cheung. It was a light wooden structure supported on piles, the bridge itself being made of branches of trees laid crosswise, on which was thrown a quantity of earth. When beaten down this made a tolerable bridge, although a pony would put his foot through occasionally. What made this bridge especially remarkable was the fact that it was autumn, and the branches were bright scarlet. These bridges are obliged to be renewed every year, as they cannot stand the heavy rains of July and August. Now I must say a word about Corean inns. I think in the first place that they have been very much maligned. We found them fairly clean, and only suffered once from insects. Every inn has its guest room, and another for mapoos. The former is generally 16 feet by 8, with a mud floor covered by rush mats. We always got the guest room to ourselves without any trouble. Unfortunately the kong fire which warms the guest room also serves the purpose of cooking the horses' food, consequently a huge fire is made, and sometimes the room becomes almost uninhabitable. But for this one drawback I consider it no hardship to live in a Corean inn. We managed to get off at six the next morning, all feeling refreshed by the rest. The country now became less and less cultivated, and we passed through but few villages. The transformation of a village on our arrival was most amusing. The men were generally at work in the fields, and the women were either washing clothes in the brook or winnowing grain in the street ; there were always a number of children playing about, and dogs were basking in the sun; the oxen were tied up by the roadside, and the old men were smoking their pipes on their doorsteps. All was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly a foreigner appears. Then all was confusion. The men stopped working in the fields to stare; there was a glimpse of vanishing skirts and the sound of slamming doors; the crying of the children, the barking of the dogs, and the shrieking of the fowls all added to the confusion; the ox breaks his tether and gallops madly across country, and the only apparently unaffected member of the community is the old man, who continues to smoke his pipe, and often does not as much as glance at you. Soon after leaving Hoa-Cheung I got separated from the caravan, and lost my way, with the result that I walked about 110 li instead of only 80. The country people are most unreliable as regards distances. I stopped to ask a laborer how many li it was to Chang-An-Sa, and he replied immediately, 30 li. I walked on quickly for two hours, and thought that I was nearly there, but not seeing any great mountains corresponding to my ideas of what Keum-Kang-San would be, I asked again the distance, and was staggered with the answer, 40 li. I felt so angry that I said, “You are telling me an untruth!” The man replied smartly, “Ka poir" (go and see), and I went and saw, and found that he spoke the truth, I am quite unable to depict the wonderful beauty of that mountain scenery. I expect we saw it at its best, for the autumn foliage was very lovely, the maples being especially beautiful. ChangAn-Sa is situated at the foot of the range, and the ten thousand peaks tower above it. I was thoroughly tired, but not so tired that I could not enjoy a dinner off a couple of large pheasants, which I had bought for the equivalent of threepence. The monks told us not to go out after dark, as they had been visited by a tiger for several nights running. The brute must have smelt strangers, for we did not see or hear anything of him, much as we wished to. The next day we arranged to visit the monasteries of Pyo-Un-Sa and Yu-Chóm-Sa. Starting soon after daybreak, with one of the monks as a guide, we commenced to climb the mountain, following up a watercourse. It was a regular scramble, the path often crossing a smooth slope of rock, when it was a matter of crawling. After about an hour of this, we reached Pyo-Un-Sa, a picture of which I see before me now in Morning Calm. Here we were told that to proceed we must wear straw shoes, it being impossible to walk in European boots. Unfortunately, I could get none to fit me, and after proceeding about 15 li further was obliged to return. When it came to crossing over deep pools on a single tree, and to crawling along the face of a rock with fifteen feet of water waiting for you beneath, I gave in. My companions, however, thoroughly enjoyed the walk, notwithstanding a pouring wet afternoon. The monks here were apparently not so devout as their brethren at Syek-Wang-Sa, for they had no night offices, and they were certainly not so moral, for they stole a gold watch and chain, a large pocketknife, and various small things. We discovered these thefts just on the point of our departure, What was to be done? We could get nothing out of them. We searched the buildings without effect, and finally insisted on the head monk accompanying us to the nearest magistrate. He was dreadfully frightened, for death is the punishment for thieves. However, we had not proceeded very far when we were overtaken by one of the monks bringing the watch and chain. But we kept our prisoner in the hope that the other things would be returned, but he managed to effect his escape, probably by tipping his captors, the Yamen runners. We had our last and perhaps finest view of Keum-Kang-San from the Tan-Pal-Syeng, or Crop Hair Ridge, about 3,000 feet above the sea-level. We slept that night at T'ong-Kou-Syem, a small town, very dirty and uninteresting. It was here that we found the inn scarcely inhabitable. We dined in the courtyard before a large and

admiring audience composed of all classes. The women made holes in all the paper doors, and could see without being seen. We made a start soon after six the following morning, and had a long walk of 60 li to Keum-Syeng. The country through which we now passed was well cultivated, the chief crops being rice and maize. Near the villages I noticed that there was generally a large plot of ground devoted to beans, and another to tobacco. The latter was all gathered and being dried in the sun ; they string the leaves together and hang them between poles. Some of the villages were very pretty ; the pumpkin plant is often trained all over the houses, and looks very picturesque, as do also the red chillies, which are put out to dry on the thatched roofs. I had very little opportunity of conversing with the country people, but what little I saw of them I liked immensely. They seemed to be very industrious and happy, and I do not think would be at all adverse to foreigners residing with them ; in fact, I had more than one invitation to stop and take up my abode in a farmhouse. Keum-Syeng was a pretty little compact prefectural town, comprising some 300 or 400 tiled houses. The magistrate was in Seoul. We visited the official in charge, and pleased him immensely by taking his photograph. After a couple of hours' rest we started for KeumHoa, another prefectural town, which we reached soon after sunset. We were all glad to get in, having walked 105 li since leaving Tong-Ku-Syem. One of our horses died during the night, I rather think from over-eating, and not from exhaustion, as the mapoo declared. The next day's walk, from Keum-Hoa to Man-Syei-Tari, was chiefly remarkable for the fact that we did not climb a single hill. We followed up an immense valley. Nothing very interesting occurred. We were now on the main road to Seoul, and met more pedestrians than we had hitherto. Our inn that night was very small, but exceptionally clean- new paper on the walls, and new mats on the floor. Quite early the following morning we came in sight of the Puk-Han Mountains, and I felt that I was home again ; but we were not able to get in that day, so put up for the night at Tarak Ouen, only 30 li from Seoul. Starting at seven the next morning, we reached the north-east gate of the city at 10 A.M., and the English Consulate a little before 11. I had strained my leg the last day, and was not sorry to get some rest. The trip was a most enjoyable one, the weather being glorious. Perhaps we were traveling a little too fast for perfect enjoyment (I walked altogether 700 li -233 miles-in eight days), but it was only by so doing that we were able to see both Syek-Wang-Sa and Keum-Kang-San. Before bringing my letter to a close I should like to ask the readers of Morning Calm to bear two things in mind : - (1) That the Coreans are not savages, but a highly civilised nation. (2) That this civilisation increases the difficulty of our work tenfold. Hoping that I have not tired you by the lengthiness of my epistle, I remain, yours sincerely, MAURICE W. DAVIES.

The Spirit of Missions. THE following account of a Buddhist priest, converted to Christianity in Japan, is taken from a letter by the Rev. J. Hird in the Church Missionary Intelligencer. “We have had only one baptism at Oguma as yet, and that one has an interesting history, though I am in some anxiety about him at present. About eighteen months ago I visited Oguma, and finding that there was a heathen festival going on, preaching was impossible, and the inn was full; we went on to Kami Aguma, a small village a mile further on, where there is a Christian family. Here I administered Holy Communion to the Christians, and in the evening we had preaching, in case any passers by might hear the Word. God led a Buddhist priest, called Enomoto San, to hear what was being preached, and as he had been wondering for some time about the future, the feeble words I spoke about the Resurrection were the means, under God, of blessing to his soul. He gave up his profession, as he said he could not find peace in Buddhism. Nine months after, when Yamashita San and I visited Oguma again, he listened to the preaching and stayed afterwards to enquire, and from that time became a Catechumen, and I had the pleasure of baptizing him last July. Poor fellow, he has had a trying time since, and I am very anxious about him. His wife (the daughter of a priest) and her relations spare no pains to get him to give up his faith. He is very poor, and finds it very hard, through want of money, to provide himself with the implements necessary for his business of weaving. His wife's Buddhist connections offer to lend him the money on the condition of his forsaking his new faith. He says his heart is against it, and were he by himself he would suffer anything ; but it is very hard to see his wife and children in want. Many are holding him up in prayer, and I trust he may learn the blessedness of trusting God, and that we may be guided as to what to do. Please plead in prayer for him and us in the matter." It is good to hear that more is being done now than previously in Japan by the Church in Canada. Single missionaries had gone forth before, but now a Mission has been sent by the Church as a whole. In his pastoral letter to the Clergy, written just before leaving for England, Bishop Bickersteth, writes: “Let me mention that I am assigning the district of Nagans in Shinshu to the mission sent to this country by the Board of Missions of the Canadian Church, of which the Rev. J. G. Waller is the first representative. It is a subject of thankfulness that in this Mission, and in that of which Nagoza is the centre, where there are three clergy at work from Wyclif College, Toronto, and in the newly established Nurses' Training School at Kobe, the growing interest in missions of the Canadian Church is beginning to afford us very valuable aid. The towns in Shinshu are numerous and of considerable importance. It is my earnest hope that the Canadian Board may be able to send out and support a fully equipped mission to that province, consisting of not less than four clergy besides lady workers. Such a mission working in a limited area might, before long, attain very valuable results. I have referred to extension, but it would be a mistake to allow a natural anxiety to enter unoccupied fields or even the necessity of following up and ministering to converts already won, to put out of mind the immense value of strong centres- 'those white hot foci which wrought the establishment of Christianity and the Church in the past.'” Bishop's College, Calcutta, has had a remarkable history in the past, and its present is no less remarkable. Founded over 70 years ago by Bishop Middleton, on the west bank of the Hooghly, about a mile below Calcutta, it was removed into the city about twelve years ago, when the old buildings were sold to the government of India for an Engineering College. It is now placed by the Bishop under the charge of the Oxford Mission to Calcutta, and continues both a theological college and a place of general education. “Several of the students during the past ten years have passed the degree examinations of the Calcutta University from the College, and there are two boarding schools for native boys attached to it. At present there are twenty-two students in the college department, of whom six are now reading in the theological class. During the last year, six of the senior students have gone out to take up mission work in different parts of India; one to take charge of a boarding school under the Cowley Fathers at Poona, another to take a post as catechist under the S.P.G, in the Bombay Diocese, another to be second master of an important boarding school for native Christians at Batala, in the Punjab, under the C.M.S., two others to work with the Cambridge Mission at Delhi, one as an Evangelist, the other as mathematical master in their school ; and another to do Evangelistic work at Hazaribagh with the Dublin Mission." As is shown by the following, reproduced from the Times, steps have been taken for the translation of Bishop Hannington's remains to the chief city of the Missionary Diocese of which he was the first Bishop : “Mr. Henry E. Martin, of Hampstead, has received a letter from Mr. Ernest Millar, of the Church Missionary Society, who is one of Bishop Tucker's party now on its way to Uganda. The letter is dated Busoga-Mumia, December 8, and Mr. Millar describes the finding of the remains of the murdered Bishop Hannington. Bishop Tucker believed that Bishop Hannington's bones were buried in the town. A man present at the burial showed him the place. A house had been built over the place, but it had fallen down. Mumia, the chief, denied all knowledge of the fact; but in an after interview he said, still denying he knew anything about the matter, that if his head man liked to show the Bishop a certain place and the Bishop cared to dig and take anything he found, it was not his (Mumia's) business. The Bishop could do what he liked. The chief was then given a flannel suit by Bishop Tucker, who, in return, received a very fine fat sheep, and the matter was so far settled Mumia, who is quite a young man, being about thirty years of age, was dressed in a gaudy 'blazer,' and appeared a very polished individual. The letter continues : - “'On the eventful day, we were up early and went into the town by twos to avoid suspicion. We went to the supposed place of burial of Bishop Hannington's bones, and when I got there, digging had already begun. The earth was very hard, and they said it was merely the walls of the house, but, after about an hour's digging, when very little progress had been made, one of the bystanders said it was not the right place; so we shifted a little, and found the ground loose and evidently recently disturbed. Six of Leith's asikari (soldiers) took it in turn to dig with a native hoe, and we white men helped to shovel out the dirt. At 8 o'clock, Leith, the Bishop, and I went off to breakfast, as we thought the bones would be pretty deep down, but almost immediately after we had gone the men came on the box-an old ammunition box, wooden outside, with a tin lining. The box was tilted up, half on its side, and had evidently been recently disturbed. Outside, and close to it, was a Basoga skull. The box contained Bishop Hannington's skull, which was recognized by Leith, who knew him very well, some rib bones, a pair of boots very long (Hannington had long feet), and the top of his canteen bucket. The box was brought in a sack to Bishop Tucker's tent, and then the wooden box was broken up, and the tin lining and remains were put into one of Fisher's boxes, which had a tin lining, and will go up in it to Uganda, The whole matter was kept very quiet, and very few people know where the remains really are. They will be buried in the Uganda Cathedral, I suppose. It is very interesting that we, the first missionary party up this way since Hannington, should be privileged to bear his bones into that country he twice tried to enter. The expedition, up to December 18, had only one case of sickness, and no accidents. To-morrow we hope to be in Mingo.'”

Corean Missionary Brotherhood. THE Bishop of Corea has been constantly urging upon us that we should make the work of our Brotherhood as Catholic as possible. All connected with Corea know that for some time past we have been training men for Central Africa, and we should be equally ready to work for any Mission. As some, however, had fancied that we were only concerned with Corea, we have been strongly advised to change the title, which was never, indeed, meant to be more than temporary, and to adopt at once the name of the SOCIETY OF THE SACRED MISSION, by which we might be known. Since the beginning of this year we have made our numbers up to fourteen, eight being at present on the Corean list and six on the African. There are several other candidates waiting, more than we have any prospect of vacancies for, as things are at present. HERBERT KELLY, Director.