CHAPTER LXXIV.

THE NEW SOCIAL ORDER.

THE new Social Order, referred to already in its dim beginnings, rose

around us like a sweet-scented flower. I never interfered directly,

unless expressly called upon or appealed to. The two principal Chiefs

were impressed with the idea that there was but one law--the Will of

God; and one rule for them and their people as Christians--to please the

Lord Jesus. In every difficulty they consulted me. I explained to them

and read in their hearing the very words of Holy Scripture, showing what

appeared to me to be the will of God and what would please the Saviour;

and then sent them away to talk it over with their people, and to apply

these principles of the Word of God as wisely as they could according to

their circumstances. Our own part of the work went on very joyfully,

notwithstanding occasional trying and painful incidents. Individual

cases of greed and selfishness and vice brought us many a bitter pang.

But the Lord never lost patience with us, and we durst not therefore

lose patience with them! We trained the Teachers, we translated and

printed and expounded the Scriptures, we ministered to the sick and

dying; we dispensed medicines every day, we taught them the use of

tools, we advised them as to laws and penalties; and the New Society

grew and developed, and bore amidst all its imperfections some traces of

the fair Kingdom of God amongst men.

Our life and work will reveal itself to the reader if I briefly outline

a Sabbath Day on Aniwa. Breakfast is partaken of immediately after

daylight. The Church bell then rings, and ere it stops every worshiper

is seated. The Natives are guided in starting by the sunrise, and are

forward from farthest corners at this early hour. The first Service is

over in about an hour; there is an interval of twenty minutes; the bell

is again rung, and the second Service begins. We follow the ordinary

Presbyterian ritual; but in every Service I call upon an Elder or a

Church Member to lead in one of the prayers, which they do with great

alacrity and with much benefit to all concerned.

As the last worshiper leaves, at close of second Service, the bell is

sounded twice very deliberately, and that is the signal for the opening

of my Communicants' Class. I carefully expound the Church's Shorter

Catechism, and show how its teachings are built upon Holy Scripture,

applying each truth to the conscience and the life. This class is

conducted all the year round; and from it, step by step, our Church

Members are drawn as the Lord opens up their way, the most of them

attending two full years at least before being admitted to the Lord's

Table. This discipline accounts for the fact that so very few of our

baptized converts have ever fallen away--as few in proportion, I verily

believe, as in Churches at home. Meantime, many of the Church members

have been holding a prayer-meeting amongst themselves in the adjoining

School,--a thing started of their own free accord,--in which they invoke

God's blessing on all the work and worship of the day.

Having snatched a brief meal of tea, or a cold dinner cooked on

Saturday, the bell rings within an hour, and our Sabbath School

assembles,--in which the whole inhabitants, young and old, take part,

myself superintending and giving the address, as well as questioning on

the lesson, Mrs. Paton teaching a large class of adult women, and the

Elders and best readers instructing the ordinary classes for about

half-an-hour or so.

About one o'clock the School is closed, and we then start off on our

village tours. An experienced Elder, with several Teachers, takes one

side of the Island this Sabbath, I with another company taking the other

side, and next Sabbath we reverse the order. A short Service is

conducted in the open air, or in Schoolrooms, at every village that can

be reached and on their return they report to me cases of sickness, or

any signs of progress in the work of the Lord. The whole Island is thus

steadily and methodically evangelized.

As the sun is setting I am creeping home from my village tour; and when

darkness begins to approach, the canoe drum is beat at every village,

and the people assemble under the banyan tree for evening village

prayers. The Elder or Teacher presides. Five or six hymns are joyously

sung, and five or six short prayers offered between, and thus the

evening hour passes happily in the fellowship of God. On a calm evening,

after Christianity had fairly taken hold of the people, and they loved

to sing over and over again their favorite hymns, these village

prayer-meetings formed a most blessed close to every day, and set the

far-distant bush echoing with the praises of God.

Nor is our week-day life less crowded or busy, though in different ways.

At gray dawn on Monday, and every morning, the _Tavaka_ (= the canoe

drum) is struck in every village on Aniwa. The whole inhabitants turn in

to the early School, which lasts about an hour and a half, and then the

Natives are off to their plantations. Having partaken of breakfast, I

then spend my forenoon in translating or printing, or visiting the sick,

or whatever else is most urgent. About two o'clock the Natives return

from their work, bathe in the sea, and dine off cocoanut, breadfruit, or

anything else that comes handily in the way. At three o'clock the bell

rings, and the afternoon School for the Teachers and the more advanced

learners then occupy my wife and myself for about an hour and a half.

After this, the Natives spend their time in fishing or lounging or

preparing supper,--which is amongst them always _the_ meal of the day.

Towards sundown the _Tavaka_ sounds again, and the day closes amid the

echoes of village prayers from under their several banyan trees.

Thus day after day and week after week passed over us on Aniwa; and much

the same on all the Islands where the Missionary has found a home. In

many respects it is a simple and happy and beautiful life; and the man

whose heart is full of things that are dear to Jesus, feels no desire to

exchange it for the poor frivolities of what calls itself "Society,"

which seems to find its life in pleasures that Christ cannot be asked to

share, and in which, therefore, Christians should have neither lot nor

part.

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