鈥楴ov. 14.鈥擨 do not think that I told you of two Christian fakirs, to whom I was introduced at Amritsar. They were very badly clothed, fakir-like, but鈥攅specially one of them鈥攈ad pleasing, sensible faces. I suppose that they wander about, and lead a kind of John the Baptist life. How curious such a style of Christian would appear in old England!鈥? When weary and puzzled, must try, try again; 鈥業 have read your touching account of your most sorely afflicted friend with great interest. I visit the Imbecile Ward, and I fear that she must be in the Insane Ward; but I will be sure to make inquiries, and perhaps I may find that I can follow her thither. I am not timid. Very very glad should I be to impart any comfort in such a case of awful distress; but I fear that she may not understand even sympathy.鈥? The first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day--a day Sallie has a father and mother and grandmother, and the sweetest 大飞机|大飞机视频-不要偷偷打飞机 鈥楳r. Lefroy went at the appointed hour, and, to his surprise, found about 500 Muhammadans waiting for him. They were very attentive listeners; but great, very great, must have been the strain upon the noble and gifted Missionary. Till midnight, for about five hours and a half, in hot Delhi, in the fiery month of June, Mr. Lefroy held up the Christian Banner against the Hafiz and others. At midnight, after one Muhammadan had been arguing against our Faith, the Hafiz said to him: 鈥淚f you can bring forward no better arguments, I will take the Missionary鈥檚 hand, and go out with him!鈥?He did not do so then; he had not sufficient courage to face the storm of opposition; and again he failed on another occasion, to Mr. Lefroy鈥檚 great disappointment. But after months, that Hafiz is a Baptized Christian now. God gave His champion the victory at last!鈥? Whoever, therefore, shall wish to honour me with his criticisms, I would have begin with a thorough comprehension of the purpose of my work鈥攁 purpose which, so far from diminishing legitimate authority, will serve to increase it, if opinion can effect more over men鈥檚 minds than force, and if the mildness and humanity of the government shall justify it in the eyes of all men. The ill-conceived criticisms that have been published against this book are founded on confused notions, and compel me to interrupt for a moment the arguments I was addressing to my enlightened readers, in order to close once for all every door against the misapprehensions of timid bigotry or against the calumnies of malice and envy. The date is given, but no name and no address; and a letter more quaintly stiff and unbusiness-like can surely never have won a Publisher鈥檚 smile. To return the MS. to herself, if disapproved of, was not possible; and, as it happened, The Claremont Tales did not belong to the class of publications undertaken by Messrs. Chambers. Very kindly, however, they passed it on to the house of Messrs. Gall and Inglis; and by them the little book was brought out. One can imagine how eagerly Charlotte, while preserving her strict incognita, must have watched for the possible appearance of her Tales, and how delighted she would be to see the name advertised. When this occurred, she wrote again鈥? He lived up to his adventurous creed. If my father had left me ten III. You hate girls.