Two long poplar trees spanned the flood; and we
crossed on them, bending under us at every step. Nazee was on the
bank, ready to greet us. After a few words of salutation and kind
inquiry, she hastened to prepare a place for us; and while doing
this, the malik took us to his house. She was much disappointed, but
followed, anxious to treasure up every word. After supper, we spoke
long to the company assembled on the roof. It was affecting to see
how eagerly she listened. She staid after the rest, for religious
conversation, till near midnight, when she apologized for keeping us
up so late. She is cruelly persecuted by her wicked mother and
ungodly neighbors; for she is a shining light, by which the dark
deeds of the wicked are reproved; and hence their hatred. When Mar
Shimon's attendants come, they treat her with wanton cruelty. Some
friends in America had sent her several articles of clothing; but
her neighbors came together and tore them in pieces before her eyes.
She bore it meekly, and only prayed for them. She expected fresh
insults because of our visit, but prayed that nothing might separate
her from the love of Christ.
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