CHAPTER XII

CALLED TO SWATOW

HAVING to leave the neighbourhood of Black Town thus unexpectedly was a

real disappointment to us, as we had hoped to spend some time

evangelising in that district. We were to prove, however, that no

unforeseen mischance had happened, but that these circumstances which

seemed so trying were necessary links in the chain of a divinely ordered

providence, guiding to other and wider spheres.

GOD does not permit persecution to arise without sufficient reason. . . .

He was leading us by a way that we knew not; but it was none the less

His way.

"O LORD, how happy should we be

If we would cast our care on Thee,

If we from self would rest;

And feel at heart that One above,

In perfect wisdom, perfect love,

Is working for the best!"

When we reached Shanghai, thinking to return inland in a few days with

fresh supplies of books and money, we met a Christian captain who had

been trading at Swatow, and he put very strongly before us the need of

that region, and the fact that there were British merchants living on

Double Island, selling opium and engaged in the coolie trade

(practically a slave traffic), while there was no British missionary to

preach the Gospel. The SPIRIT OF GOD impressed me with the feeling that

this was His call, but for days I felt that I could not obey it. I had

never had such a spiritual father as Mr. Burns; I had never known such

holy, happy fellowship; and I said to myself that it could not be GOD'S

will that we should separate.

In great unrest of soul I went one evening, with Mr. Burns, to take tea

at the house of the Rev. R. Lowrie, of the American Presbyterian

Mission, at the South Gate of Shanghai. After tea Mrs. Lowrie played

over to us "The Missionary Call."[2] I had never heard it before, and it

greatly affected me. My heart was almost broken before it was finished,

and I said to the LORD, in the words that had been sung--

"And I will go!

I may no longer doubt to give up friends, and idol hopes,

And every tie that binds my heart. . . .

Henceforth, then, it matters not, if storm or sunshine

be my earthly lot, bitter or sweet my cup;

I only pray, GOD, make me holy,

And my spirit nerve for the stern hour of strife."

Upon leaving I asked Mr. Burns to come home with me to the little house

that was still my headquarters in the native city, and there, with many

tears, told him how the LORD had been leading me, and how rebellious I

had been and unwilling to leave him for this new sphere of labour. He

listened with a strange look of surprise, and of pleasure rather than

pain; and answered that he had determined that very night to tell me

that he had heard the LORD'S call to Swatow, and that his one regret had

been the prospect of the severance of our happy fellowship. We went

together; and thus was recommenced missionary work in that part of

China, which in later years has been so abundantly blessed.

Long before this time the Rev. R. Lechler, of the Basel Missionary

Society, had widely itinerated in the neighbourhood of Swatow and the

surrounding regions. Driven about from place to place, he had done work

that was not forgotten, although ultimately he was obliged to retire to

Hong-kong. For more than forty years this earnest-hearted servant of GOD

has continued in "labours more abundant"; and quite recently he has left

Hong-kong, with his devoted wife, to return again inland, and spend the

strength of his remaining years amongst the people he has so long and

truly loved.

Captain Bowers, the Christian friend who had been used of GOD in

bringing the needs of Swatow before Mr. Burns and myself, was overjoyed

when he heard of our decision to devote ourselves to the evangelisation

of that busy, important, and populous mart. Being about to sail himself

on his return journey, he gladly offered us free passages on board the

_Geelong_, in which we left Shanghai early in the month of March 1856.

A favourable journey of six days brought us to Double Island, where we

found ourselves landed in the midst of a small but very ungodly

community of foreigners, engaged in the opium trade and other commercial

enterprises. Unwilling to be in any way identified with these

fellow-countrymen, we were most desirous of obtaining quarters at once

within the native city, situated on a promontory of the mainland, five

miles farther up, at the mouth of the Han river. Great difficulty was

experienced in this attempt to obtain a footing amongst the people.

Indeed, it seemed as though we should fail altogether, and we were

helplessly cast upon the LORD in prayer. Our GOD soon undertook for us.

Meeting one day with a Cantonese merchant, a relative of the highest

official in the town, Mr. Burns addressed him in the Cantonese dialect;

this gentleman was so pleased at being spoken to by a foreigner in his

own tongue that he became our friend, and secured us a lodging. We had

only one little room, however, and not easily shall I forget the long

hot summer months in that oven-like place, where towards the eaves one

could touch the heated tiles with one's hand. More room or better

accommodation it was impossible to obtain.

We varied our stay by visits to the surrounding country; but the

difficulties and dangers that encountered us here were so great and

constant, that our former work in the North began to appear safe and

easy in comparison. The hatred and contempt of the Cantonese was very

painful, "foreign devil," "foreign dog," or "foreign pig" being the

commonest appellations; but all this led us into deeper fellowship than

I had ever known before with Him who was "despised and rejected of men."

In our visits to the country we were liable to be seized at any time and

held to ransom; and the people commonly declared that the whole district

was "without emperor, without ruler, and without law." Certainly, might

was right in those days. On one occasion we were visiting a small town,

and found that the inhabitants had captured a wealthy man of another

clan. A large ransom was demanded for his release, and on his refusing

to pay it they had smashed his ankle-bones, one by one, with a club, and

thus extorted the promise they desired. There was nothing but GOD'S

protection to prevent our being treated in the same way. The towns were

all walled, and one such place would contain ten or twenty thousand

people of the same clan and surname, who were frequently at war with the

people living in the next town. To be kindly received in one place was

not uncommonly a source of danger in the next. In circumstances such as

these the preserving care of our GOD was often manifested.

After a time the local mandarin became ill, and the native doctors were

unable to relieve him. He had heard from some who had been under my

treatment of the benefit derived, and was led to seek our help. GOD

blessed the medicines given, and grateful for relief, he advised our

renting a house for a hospital and dispensary. Having his permission, we

were able to secure the entire premises, one room of which we had

previously occupied. I had left my stock of medicine and surgical

instruments under the care of my friend, the late Mr. Wylie, in

Shanghai, and went back at once to fetch them.

Mr. Burns came down from a town called Am-po, that we had visited

together several times, to see me off, and returned again when I had

sailed, with two native evangelists sent up from Hong-kong by the Rev.

J. Johnson, of the American Baptist Missionary Union. The people were

willing to listen to their preaching, and to accept their books as a

gift, but they would not buy them. One night robbers broke in and

carried off everything they had, with the exception of their stock of

literature, which was supposed to be valueless. Next morning, very

early, they were knocked up by persons wishing to buy books, and the

sales continued; so that by breakfast time they had not only cash enough

to procure food, but to pay also for the passage of one of the men to

Double Island, below Swatow, with a letter to Mr. Burns's agent to

supply him with money. Purchasers continued coming during that day and

the next, and our friends lacked nothing; but on the third day they

could not sell a single book. Then, however, when the cash from their

sales was just exhausted, the messenger returned with supplies.

It was early in July, after about four months' residence in Swatow, that

I left for Shanghai, intending to return in the course of a few weeks,

bringing with me my medical apparatus, for further work in association

with the Rev. William Burns. A new and promising field seemed to be

opening before us, and it was with much hopeful anticipation that we

looked forward to the future of the work. Marked blessing was indeed in

store for the city and neighbourhood of Swatow; but it was not the

purpose of GOD that either of us should remain to reap the harvest. Mr.

Burns while in the interior was taken up and imprisoned by the Chinese

authorities soon after I left, and was sent to Canton. And though he

returned to Swatow after the war had broken out, he was called away for

other service, which prevented his subsequent return; while my journey

to Shanghai proved to be the first step in a diverging pathway leading

to other spheres.

FOOTNOTE:

[2] For words and music see the end of this chapter.

[Illustration: Music: The Missionary Call]

"THE MISSIONARY CALL"

1. My soul is not at rest.

There comes a strange

and secret whisper to

my. . . .

spirit, like a dream of night,

that tells me

I am on enchanted

ground.

CHORUS FOR FIRST FOUR VERSES.

_Vivace._ The voice of my departed LORD, "Go, teach all nations,"

Comes on the night air and awakes mine ear.

CHORUS FOR LAST VERSE.

Through ages of eternal years,

My spirit never shall repent,

that toil and suff'ring once were mine . . . below.

2. Why live I here? the vows of GOD are | on me; | and I may not stop

to play with shadows or pluck earthly flowers, | till I my work

have done, and | rendered up ac | count.

3. And I will | go! | I may no longer doubt to give up friends,

and idol | hopes, | and every tie that binds my heart to | thee, my |

country.

4. Henceforth, then, it matters not, if storm or sunshine be my |

earthly lot, | bitter or sweet my | cup; | I only pray: "GOD make me

holy, and my spirit nerve for the stern | hour of strife!"

5. And when one for whom Satan hath struggled as he hath for | me, |

has gained at last that blessed | shore, | Oh! how this heart will

glow with | gratitude and | love.

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