CHAPTER IX

DEVELOPMENT AND CONSOLIDATION

‘And they shall not teach every man his fellow-citizen, and

every man his brother, saying, Know the Lord: for all shall know

Me, from the least to the greatest of them.’--HEBREWS

viii. 11.

I got a fellow missionary to visit our station once a month for six

months to teach singing. The class, which was conducted on the sol-fa

notation, did our people much good. They enjoyed singing and learned

the system readily, and our congregational singing vastly improved. I

continued the class to the best of my ability, after the Bible-class on

the Friday afternoons. It proved a great attraction, as many as from

two hundred to two hundred and fifty attending. The Malagasy are fond

of singing, and they sing remarkably well, considering the very small

amount of training they have had.

Their beautiful language also lends itself readily to music. Malagasy

abounds in vowel sounds and in liquid consonants. Its soft and musical

flow has earned for it the name of the Italian of the southern

hemisphere. It well deserves the name. It was refreshing to see and

hear two hundred, from lisping childhood to grey old age, singing with

heart and voice: ‘There is a happy land,’ ‘Oh, that will be joyful,’

‘Rock of Ages,’ ‘Jesus, the Good Shepherd,’ and other well-known hymns.

At one of these singing-classes, at which we had been practising some

new hymns, I asked Razàka how he liked the new hymns. ‘I like them

all very well,’ but, he added--the tears meantime flowing down his

furrowed cheeks--‘I like best, “Rock of Ages, cleft for me.”’ ‘Yes,’ I

thought, ‘that’s the truth that touches the hearts of all God’s people

of whatever clime or colour. That has the kernel of the Gospel.’

All the things that go in pairs in Madagascar are called _mivàdy_,

i.e. mated, matched, married--literally, husband and wife. Thus a pair

of gloves are _mivàdy_, the same with a pair of socks, or boots,

or shoes. The idea is that of completion. The one is regarded as the

complement of the other. The same idea was applied by our people to a

hymn and its tune. They were _mivàdy_--united, mated, married.

The hymn was regarded as the husband, and the tune as its _vàdy_,

wife. Every hymn must have its own tune, its own _vàdy_, wife, and

our people would not allow of their separation, their ‘divorce,’ as

they called it. I did not know of this idea of theirs for years, and

cannot say whether the natives in other parts of the island hold the

same view of the matter; but our people in Vònizòngo certainly did. I

found this out at one of our singing-classes.

There was a new missionary hymn, a free adaptation of ‘From Greenland’s

icy mountains,’ which I wanted them to learn to sing, as I wanted it

sung at the opening of our new church. ‘Now,’ I said, ‘I want you to

learn to sing this hymn, as it is a very good one, and the author is

coming to preach at the opening services, and I am sure he will be

pleased to hear his hymn well sung.’ On this I started off singing the

hymn to the tune ‘Missionary’; but no one joined in. I stopped and

asked: ‘Why are you not joining in the singing?’ They answered: ‘That

won’t do, sir.’ ‘Why won’t it do?’ I asked. They said: ‘Sir, that

can’t be the proper tune for that hymn for that is the _vàdy_,

wife of another hymn.’ They had married that tune to an adaptation

of the English hymn, ‘Go when the morning shineth.’ They felt that it

would be improper to separate this well mated and harmonious husband

and wife! They demanded consistency on my part. ‘You often tell us,’

they said, ‘that divorcing is wrong, and yet here you yourself want to

divorce _izy mivàdy_,’ these united ones. ‘But,’ I said, ‘that’s

carrying the idea as to divorce to absurdity. Why, the hymn suffers

nothing by the separation, nor does the tune.’ They said: ‘It would

not be right, sir, and we don’t like the idea of separating them.’

‘Why,’ I said, ‘over on the other side of the ocean, we have one tune

to serve a dozen of hymns, and one hymn to a dozen different tunes.’

They answered: ‘You white people may do as you please on the other side

of the ocean, but we don’t like such doings. We regard it as culpable

divorce, and altogether wrong.’ I asked: ‘Do you really mean all this

in sober earnest?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ they answered. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘I don’t

want to hurt your feelings of propriety, or force you to do what you

think wrong; but I am sorry, as I wanted this hymn sung at the opening

services.’ ‘So you can, sir,’ they said, ‘if you wish it.’ ‘How can I?’

I asked. They answered: ‘Seek a _vàdy_ for it.’ ‘Where could I get

a tune for it?’ I said, ‘I am afraid I don’t know enough about music to

be able to set a tune to a hymn, even if I found one.’ They replied:

‘Oh yes, sir, if you set yourself to it, you would manage, somehow,’

and with that we passed on to the singing of another hymn.

The following Friday forenoon, while preparing for the Bible-class,

there flashed into my mind a tune I had heard in Edinburgh eight

years before. It sounded as if it might be a suitable _vàdy_

for the hymn; for I had tried some of the old Scotch psalm-tunes in

vain. There was no marriage likeness between them and the hymn, and

till the echo of this tune from the solitary cornopean player on an

Edinburgh street came up, match-making did not seem my _forte_. I

do not remember that tune ever entering my head again from that day,

when first heard in 1868, till it flashed into my mind that forenoon

in 1876. John Wesley is credited with saying, that it was not fair to

let the devil have all the best of the tunes. I tried the hymn and the

tune over, and it was quite evident that that tune had been intended as

the _vàdy_ for that hymn, although, perhaps, the composer did not

know what he was doing when he produced it. The ‘marriage likeness’ was

so clear, that I proclaimed the banns and united them there and then.

I sung the hymn, set to the new tune, to the class in the afternoon.

‘That’s it, sir,’ they said. ‘We knew you could find a _vàdy_ for

that hymn, if you only set your wits to work.’

At the opening services, the hymn was sung so well and heartily that

the author said to me, on our way home to the manse after the service:

‘How well and heartily your people sing that hymn of mine!’ ‘Yes,’ I

said, ‘they sing it very well, don’t they?’ He said: ‘I never heard it

sung better, but what tune is that you sing it to, and who set it to

that tune?’ I answered ‘I had.’ ‘What tune is it?’ he asked. I said,

‘Don’t you know it?’ ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I do, and yet I can’t name it.’

I said: ‘It’s “God bless the Prince of Wales.”’ Of course it is,’ he

said; ‘but how did you come to set it to that tune? We sing it to

“Missionary” in the capital.’ I said, ‘We have another _vàdy_ for

that tune here in Vònizòngo,’ and then I told him the whole story, and

found that the idea was as new to him as it had been to me.

[Illustration: MARTYRS’ MEMORIAL CHURCH, FIHAONANA.

THE SPURGEON OF MADAGASCAR.

MARTYRS’ MEMORIAL CHURCH, AMPAMARINANA.]

The Rev. W. E. Cousins told in 1877 the following rather amusing

incident with regard to the advent of that hymn in Antanànarìvo. He

said: ‘Mutual confidence is a thing scarcely known yet in Madagascar,

not known at all, perhaps, apart from the influence of the Gospel,

and now and then these suspicious people see danger threatening their

commonwealth in little suspected quarters. Quite recently a hymn was

published. It is our Malagasy representative of “From Greenland’s icy

mountains.” The first verse might be translated as follows:

Oh, speed Thee, gracious Sovereign,

Set up Thy rightful throne;

Oh, hasten, Lord, and take Thee,

The land to be Thine own.

All very simple to us, but to the Malagasy, the gracious Sovereign was

none other than Queen Victoria. Her rightful throne was to be set up

in Antanànarìvo; and we were asking Queen Victoria to come and take

Madagascar to be her own! You see, they read between the lines, and

saw meanings that were never intended. The hymn had to be disused for

several weeks in consequence of this wide-spread suspicion.’

_The_ event of that year was the opening of our new church at

Fìhàonana, the Martyr Memorial church, at the home of the martyrs,

where they lived and taught, and among whose rocks, ravines, and caves

they hid themselves and the word of God during ‘the killing times.’

We had good opening services, and our people were delighted with them,

as also with the number who came from the capital to attend them.

We had twelve members of the mission present, three of the chief

pastors, who were also royal chaplains, while Her Majesty sent £10,

equivalent to £50, to the building fund! Fìhàonana was quite a scene of

excitement, and all the houses and huts were full of visitors from all

parts of our own and other districts, and from the capital, as were

also the houses and huts in all the neighbouring villages. We had a

special prayer meeting on the Saturday evening, as a finish to our work

of preparation for the opening services, and to invoke a blessing on

them.

By five o’clock on the Sabbath morning our people were waiting at the

church doors to get in, and hours before the time of service, the

church was crammed in every corner, while hundreds stood outside,

listening at the open doors and windows. The morning service was

from nine to twelve o’clock, and the afternoon from two to five. We

had service again on the Monday forenoon. We had six sermons at the

services, one each from the three pastors from the capital, and the

same from three members of our mission. In them our people had a feast,

especially in the magnificent sermon of J. Andrìanaivo, ‘The Spurgeon

of Madagascar,’ and in the marvellous oration of Rainimànga, the

ex-slave, one of the orators of the island.

After the service on Monday forenoon we adjourned outside, when

_Hàsina_ (the unbroken money tendered to Her Majesty’s representatives

at all great gatherings, in token of allegiance) was presented, and

we received the £10 sent by the queen to the building fund. _Matiosy

Mivàdy_, Matthews, husband and wife, were publicly and profusely

thanked in the name of the queen and the prime minister--much to the

joy of our people--for all they had done and were doing for the good

of the people of Vònizòngo. As I had to respond to that, I simply said

we were only doing and had done what we intended when we came to the

island, namely, our best and utmost for the good of the people, and the

spread of the Gospel: and we purposed continuing in the future to do as

we had done in the past.

The queen’s message with regard to education was then given, which

flatly contradicted all the false reports that the old heathen party

had set in circulation to the effect that Her Majesty had no longer

any love or respect for religion, that she was about to put a stop to

public worship, close all the schools, and had forbidden the people to

pay any salary to the schoolmasters.

We then expected the bullock to be presented to the queen’s messengers

and the pastors from the capital; but it had been stolen during the

night by an uninvited official--one of the judges--who had turned up,

and sent it off by one of his slaves at daylight to the capital to be

sold there! I did not know all this till a fortnight afterwards.

As there was no bullock and none to be had (although there might have

been, had the poor people had money with which to buy another one), the

visitors had to be fed on pork, at which they were very displeased, and

little wonder, thinking that Razàka, the chiefs, and our people were a

very mean set of folks not to have provided a bullock for them.

Many years after, one of the city pastors present at the opening

services, in speaking of them to me, brought the charge of meanness

against Razàka, the chiefs, and the people of Fìhàonana because of the

treatment they had received on that occasion, and I had to tell him,

much to his astonishment, how it was that they were treated as they

were, and had no bullock presented.

About a fortnight before the date we had originally fixed for the

opening of our new church, we found we should have to take down the

south gable, as it had been built off the plumb, while we were away on

our holiday. A hurricane had so shaken the roof that we found the gable

was giving, and would have to be taken down and rebuilt. We put off

the opening services for a month. We took off a third part of the roof,

took down the gable, made 40,000 bricks, put it up again, plastered

it outside and in, whitewashed the inside, reroofed the part we had

removed, and did all in five weeks. Nearly all the work was done by our

own people, who in addition provided all the material, while an entire

set of new mats for the floor was provided by the women.

Our people came out very clean and tidy for the opening services, and

some of them ‘braw’ even. Their singing was very much admired; for

although we had no ‘kist o’ whistles’ to lead the singing, as our

people made good use of the organs God had given them our singing was

always hearty, and if not always quite as correct and harmonious as it

might have been, there was always _soul_ in it, and all joined in

the service of song.

Our friend, the late Joseph Sewell, of the Friends’ Mission, came to

see us that year, and to spend a few days at our station previous to

his retirement from the Madagascar Mission. He took my Saturday morning

class for pastors and local preachers; and had a long talk with them

on the subject of slavery, a subject on which ‘Friends’ have always

been ‘sound.’ The following Saturday morning, as I also wished to have

a talk with them on the same subject, I asked what Mr. Sewell had been

talking to them about the previous Saturday morning, and they answered,

‘Slavery.’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘and what is your opinion of what he had to

say on that subject?’ ‘Well, sir,’ they said, ‘we cannot see slavery in

the light that you white men see it.’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘I don’t suppose

you can, or you would have done with it at once.’

As I wished to present slavery to them in the strongest and most

repulsive light I could, I asked them: ‘Supposing Jesus Christ were in

the market on sale for thirty dollars--“thirty pieces of silver”--would

you buy Him?’ ‘No, sir,’ they answered; ‘how can you ask such a

question?’ I replied that I had a purpose in asking it, and said again:

‘Suppose He were in your possession as a slave, would you sell Him for

thirty dollars?’ ‘No,’ they said, ‘most certainly not, that would be

as bad as Judas Iscariot.’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘perhaps it would, I just

wanted to know your opinion on the point. Then you would neither buy

Him nor sell Him, even if you could,’ I said. ‘Most certainly not,’

they all answered. ‘Well,’ I continued, ‘we have a good many church

members here at Fìhàonana who are slaves; now if they are true members

of the church, they are members of the mystical body of our Lord Jesus

Christ, are they not, and sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty?’

‘Yes,’ they answered, ‘that is quite correct.’ ‘Well,’ I added, ‘do you

remember reading, or hearing read from the New Testament, that one day,

while Jesus Christ was teaching, His mother and His brethren came and

wished to speak with Him, and some one told Him, when He said: “Who is

My mother, and who are My brethren? Those who do the will of My Father

Who is in Heaven.”’ They said they remembered the incident. ‘Well,’ I

continued, ‘while it is quite true, and never to be forgotten, that

Jesus Christ was and is the Son of God in a sense that no created being

can ever be, still, if those slaves who are members of the church are

true members, they are sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty, and

brothers and sisters of the Lord Jesus, by His own showing; so that

while you keep on buying and selling them, you are really buying and

selling the sons and daughters of God, and the brothers and sisters of

the Son of God, and it seems to me to be going but one step further to

sell Himself!’

‘Well, sir,’ they said, ‘we certainly never saw it in that light; for

it was never put to us in that way before.’ ‘Well, but,’ I added,

‘don’t you see and admit, that it may be looked at in this way?’ They

answered that they did, and then there was silence for some time, which

was broken by one of them asking: ‘Well, sir, how would this do? Set

all the children of God free; but the children of the devil, keep them

in slavery as long as they live!’

‘Well,’ I answered, ‘by that plan you would get rid of the difficulty

and be clear of the guilt of buying and selling the sons and daughters

of the Almighty, and the brothers and sisters of His Son; but don’t

you see, that you would not get rid of all the difficulties even by

that plan, in fact, you would only remove them a step. You remember God

said: “Let Us make man in Our own image after Our likeness ... So God

created man in His own image, in the image of God created He him; male

and female created He them.” And so you see, you would not quite get

rid of all the difficulties, as you would still be buying and selling

men and women created in the image of God, and also desecrating that

humanity which has been sanctified by the Son of God tabernacling in

it.’

‘It’s of very little use,’ they said, ‘arguing with you white men on

the subject of slavery. You have always an answer ready for everything

we may advance in support of it, and we always get the worst of the

argument; and so we may just as well give in now; for we are certain

to be beaten in the end.’ ‘You have a very bad cause to defend,’ I

said, ‘and although “Good men may be connected with a bad cause, good

men can never make a bad cause good.” Your cause is thoroughly bad.

It is rotten to the core, and the sooner you cut all connexion with

slavery--as you will have to do some day--the better it will be for

yourselves and everybody else.’ ‘Well, sir,’ they said, ‘that may be

quite true, but it will require a great deal of the grace of God to

enable us to see slavery in the light that you white men see it, and

cut all connexion with it.’ ‘Very likely,’ I answered: ‘for it took a

great deal of the grace of God to enable _our_ forefathers to see

slavery in its true light.’

The state of the churches that year, and the causes which affected

them, had also a detrimental effect on the schools; for with the

exception of the four schools connected with the four principal

churches and a few others, the majority had made but little progress,

as we found at the annual examination. The four schools mentioned had

trained teachers, who had not been disturbed in their work; whereas

other schools had poor teachers, who had been very much disturbed,

and hence had got very little teaching done. Still, at the annual

examination, I was surprised with the progress that had been made,

notwithstanding all hindrances; and especially with the work done in

the four principal schools. Where-ever I went to preach, I made a point

of catechizing the children for an hour the first thing on Sabbath

mornings. There were many and great advantages in following this plan.

It not only benefited the children, but the adults also. They heard the

questions, the answers, and the explanations; and learned something in

spite of themselves.

It was very cheering and refreshing to find that the schools had made

such progress, especially in Bible knowledge. I had sent six of my best

lads to the normal school at the capital for two years’ training; and

as that class of teachers increased our schools improved. For trained

teachers our people were quite prepared to pay, when they would not

pay for trained evangelists. They could see sooner the results of

the teachers’ work in the progress of their children than discern

improvements in themselves.

Except here and there, at advanced central stations, trained

evangelists were not needed, and the people would not pay for their

services. Their own pastors and local preachers were quite equal to

the spiritual and intellectual wants of their churches. These country

pastors were rapidly improving in knowledge of all kinds, by their

attendance at the Bible-classes, by reading the _Monthly_, and

commentaries. They got no salary, so that even the poorest churches

could avail themselves of their services. The great want was trained

godly teachers; for our hopes for the future of the churches, the

district, and the country were based upon the work of the schools, more

than even on the churches themselves.

At the examination at the beginning of the year, I had picked out forty

of the most advanced lads from the various schools in the district,

got them freed from government service, and brought to Fìhàonana to be

prepared for the entrance examination of the Normal school. Fourteen of

these passed. At the spring examination I picked out other fourteen for

preparation, so that I had sixty lads under training to be teachers,

forty at Fìhàonana, and twenty at the Normal school.

[Illustration: THE MISSION HOSPITAL.

MISS BYAM, THE MATRON.

A GROUP OF NURSES.]

Our station school at Fìhàonana had kept up well during the year. Till

June we had a daily attendance of from two hundred to two hundred and

twenty, exclusive of the forty lads under special preparation; but

the stupid excitement on the subject of slavery led to many of the

slave children being removed, so that the school fell for a time to one

hundred and eighty. We soon got it up to former numbers, however, by an

influx of new scholars. Our school cost us £1 17_s._ 0_d._,

equivalent to £9 5_s._ 0_d._, a month, which was a large sum

for even a station school; but it was the largest station school in

the island then. By the examination returns we found that we had 80

who could read, 67 from the Gospels; 96 had slates, 65 could write on

them, and 57 could do some arithmetic, while two years before there

was only a school of 30, not 20 of whom could read, or write, or had

Bibles, Testaments, or slates; so that considerable progress had been

made, an earnest of what was afterwards to be. The false reports set

in circulation by the old heathen party, that there was to be no more

_praying_ allowed, affected the sale of books very much; still, we

sold 300 Testaments, 50 Bibles, 600 catechisms, 1,000 school slates,

and many hundred lesson-books, hymn-books, and arithmetics, &c.,

besides 300 _Good Words_ monthly.

I was very deeply disappointed with the reception that my two trained

nurses met with for some months after their return from the hospital

at the capital. No one would have them, because ‘they followed the

white people’s mode of treatment’; and when some cases turned out badly

under the insane old heathen methods, and our nurses were sent for I

declined to let them go. This brought a good many to their senses.

Unless our nurses were called in at first, they were not permitted to

attend. This brought the more sensible to see things in a proper light.

The tide soon turned in the nurses’ favour, and their services were

appreciated, paid for, and greatly in request. The old heathen ideas

as to medicine, nursing, and general treatment of the sick rapidly died

out in the neighbourhood, while ours as rapidly gained ground.

With the exception of superintending the girls’ school and taking the

sewing-classes for two hours a week, my wife had neither time nor

strength for doing more that year; but her labours in that direction

were much appreciated, and there was always a larger attendance

at school on the days of the sewing-class. We had a very handsome

subscription to the building fund of the new church from the sale of

the work of the girls at the sewing-classes.

That year marked, very decidedly, the rapid passing away of old things,

external and internal. Old heathen ways of doing and looking at things

changed. The leaven had been put into the meal, and was rapidly working

its way to the surface, affecting everything and everybody, and all the

ways and walks of life.

The damp floor of our new church, and the day-school being taught in

it, soon destroyed the fine set of mats prepared by the women for the

opening services. They had rotted away and were soon in shreds. As

the women could not be expected to provide new mats every few months,

or the congregation to buy them, something had to be done, and I was

greatly exercised in mind to know what to do to get a dry floor. I

could not lay down a wooden floor, that would have cost £100. As I had

no £100, and was weary of begging, I had to set my wits to work to find

out how a dry floor could be secured. After some time I came to the

conclusion that the best thing would be to macadamize it.

I went down to the school next morning, to enlist the services of the

children. I said to them: ‘I want you to help me to floor the church.’

They looked at me and then at each other, not seeming to understand

what I meant, and, perhaps, suspecting that I had gone slightly wrong

in my head. I said: ‘We white men have a proverb which says: ‘Foolish

people and children should never see half-finished work.’ You just

do as I tell you, and you will find that it will be all right in the

end. Every morning as you come to school, bring a stone in each hand,

about the size of your fist, and fling them down at the church door.’

They did so for several months, and I went down one morning, and we

flung all they had brought into one corner of the church; but they only

filled a space of about twelve feet square and a foot deep. ‘Well,’ I

said, ‘children, it will evidently take us a very long time to floor

the church at this rate; suppose we set to work and finish it off at

once.’ ‘Just as you please, sir,’ they said. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘you shall

have a holiday to-day; but come at the usual hour to-morrow morning.’

They were all there at 8 o’clock next morning, and so was I, and after

the hymn, reading of the Scriptures, and prayer, we started off to

gather stones till 12 o’clock, and we kept at that, all over the moor

from 8.30 till 12 o’clock for five days a week for over a fortnight.

We filled the floor of the church, a space of 60 feet by 40. I got

the women folks to bring me sand from the banks of the stream, and

spread a few inches of sand over the stones. What was then wanted was

a roller, but there was no such thing to be had. ‘Take what you have

and you’ll never want’ came in useful again. I had no roller, but I

had 260 children with a couple of feet each, and I set them scampering

and dancing all over that floor, until they had tramped it as hard as

any roller could have made it. I then had three inches of mud spread

above the sand, and the whole floor washed with odorous waters, which,

repeated at intervals, kept the floor unbroken, and gave freedom from

the insect pest of Malagasy churches, and thus we got a clean, dry,

comfortable floor, which had not cost money, and all felt that they had

done their share in the producing of it--a most important item.

The walls of our new church had been nicely coloured and ornamented by

means of stencil plates; but as we had to conduct a large day-school in

it, the walls got soiled and suffered in other ways. We found, to our

surprise, that there were a great number of budding artists among our

boys, and they would persist in exercising their gifts on the walls,

until our people became quite angry over their doings. They said: ‘We

cannot allow the walls of God’s house to be desecrated in that way.

If those boys won’t desist, we shall turn them out of the church to

learn outside.’ ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘It is very thoughtless of them; but you

“can’t put old heads on young shoulders,” and boys will be boys, the

fact is, I was once a boy myself. There is nothing for it but to build

a large school-house, and get them out of the church.’ ‘Oh,’ they said,

‘but that is building again, and we are tired of building.’ ‘Well,’ I

said, ‘If you are tired of it, what do you think I am? What’s to be

gained by falling out with the indications of Providence? Sit down and

let us discuss the situation’; that is what the Malagasy enjoy.

We sat down and discussed the matter for two hours, until every one

had his say--some several times over. After we had gone over all the

pros and cons, I said: ‘Now to bring things to a point, you will make

the bricks for the new school, the children will carry them to the

site, and I will pay for the laying of them. The women will gather the

thatch for the roof, you will thatch it, and I will be responsible for

all the wood-work--the roof, the doors, the windows, and the glazing.

‘That’s it, sir,’ they said, and we all set to work with a will, and

our fine large school was soon an accomplished fact.

The people fulfilled their part of the agreement with great heartiness.

In fact, after I declined to leave them and go to Mojangà, to open a

new mission on the north-west coast, they were most diligent; I had

only to mention what I wanted done, and it was done at once. The men

made 200,000 bricks, the school children carried them to the site,

the women gathered 100 bundles of thatch, and the men thatched the

building. The glass for the school, and also for three churches in the

district, was a gift from my old friend Colonel R. Pilkington, M.P., of

St. Helen’s. It was a fine school, a fit addition to our model church.

It was of immense service for years. It was requisitioned during the

reign of martial law, after the arrival of the French, and since 1897

there has been a large government High School for boys conducted in

it. Compensation was paid for the other buildings requisitioned; but

nothing has ever been obtained for it, for the remains of the manse, or

for the yard for which we had a forty years’ lease.

While buildings were being erected, and the schools were being carried

on, the churches of the district kept gradually increasing in number,

and were being consolidated, as the people grew in knowledge, in the

fear of God and in Christian liberality. The darkness and ignorance

of their former benighted state gradually gave way before the rays

of the rising sun of righteousness; and the light of the knowledge

of the glory of God, as it shone ever clearer in the face of Jesus

Christ. Hence there was a growing anxiety for instruction--especially

religious instruction--as they came to understand more clearly what

church membership and a profession of Christianity meant.

Of course such things could only be said of the members of the more

advanced and intelligent churches; for, as might have been expected,

from their very recent state, there was a want of reality among many.

Much of their religion consisted of attendance at church on the

Sabbath. They showed but slender signs of Christian life, if ever they

had tasted that the Lord is gracious. We were convinced of the truth

that ‘The soul of all reformation is the reformation of the soul.’

Until that takes place, there is nothing that can be depended upon.

We have, however, thankfully to acknowledge that hundreds made really

most praiseworthy efforts towards higher and better things. Remembering

how handicapped many of them were by their past habits and heathen

surroundings, their progress was most creditable.

[Illustration: SUBURBAN CHURCH, OLD STYLE.

SUBURBAN CHURCH, NEW STYLE.

IMERIMANDROSO CHURCH.]

There were many indications of improvement and progress that could not

always be tabulated, or reported, such as: the gradual but most decided

improvement in the social condition of the people, and especially in

their view of the marriage relation. More attention was also devoted to

personal cleanliness, comfort, and decency in clothing. There was still

a love for finery, and a weakness for gaudy colours among the women

folk; but even they showed signs of an improvement in taste. Many huts,

which had been little better than filthy pigstyes seven years before,

became clean, tidy, decent, and comfortable. This led to an improvement

in health and morals; for you cannot have anywhere dirty overcrowded

homes and good morals any more than good health. Prayer and praise

began to rise from firesides, _amòrom-pàtana_--formerly given

over to heathen folk-lore and filthy communications. Bible-reading took

the place of story-telling and gossip. Health so far improved that in

our village of Fìhàonana, and a few near, with the exception of mild

attacks of malarial fever, sickness so decreased that I had not one

patient where formerly I had ten. Typhoid fever, which had been the

plague of the place, and which, had they followed my advice to the

full, I believe we could have stamped out, or nearly so, was greatly

diminished.

With the improvement in the huts and homes, there was also an

improvement in the church buildings. The large mud huts were replaced

by handsome brick buildings, with platform pulpits, and, in a few

cases, with tiled roofs and glazed windows.

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