And Iran"s sons are round him, and one with solemn tone Tells how the Lord of Glory was rejected by his own; Tells from the wondrous gospel of the trial and the doom,-- The words divine of love and might,--the scourge, the cross, the tomb.
Far sweeter to the stranger"s ear these eastern accents sound, Than music of the nightingale that fills the air around; Lovelier than balmiest odors sent from gardens of the rose, The fragrance from the contrite soul and chastened lip that flows.
The nightingales have ceased to sing, the roses" leaves are shed, The Frank"s pale face in Tocat"s field hath mouldered with the dead; Alone and all unfriended midst his Master"s work he fell, With none to bathe his fevered brow, with none his tale to tell.
But still those sweet and solemn tones about him sound in bliss, And fragrance from those flowers of G.o.d forevermore is his; For his the meed, by grace, of those who rich in zeal and love, Turn many unto righteousness, and shine as stars above.
1851. --HENRY ALFORD.
On the 24th of May, after a year"s residence, Mr. Martyn left Shiraz, bearing his precious translation to be presented to the Shah. The journey was an occasion of disappointment, exposure and suffering.
Arrived at the Shah"s camp he says: "June 12th, attended the Vizier"s levee, when there was a most intemperate and clamorous controversy kept up for an hour or two, eight or ten on one side, and I on the other. Amongst them were two Moollahs, the most ignorant of any I have met in Persia or India. It would be impossible to enumerate all the absurd things they said. Their vulgarity in interrupting me in the middle of a speech, their utter ignorance of the nature of an argument, their impudent a.s.sertions about the law and the gospel, neither of which they had ever seen in their lives, moved my indignation. The Vizier said, "You had better say, G.o.d is G.o.d and Mohammed is the prophet of G.o.d." I said, "G.o.d is G.o.d," but added, instead of "Mohammed is the prophet of G.o.d," "Jesus is the Son of G.o.d." They had no sooner heard this, which I had avoided bringing forward till then, than they all exclaimed in contempt and anger, "He is neither born nor begets," and rose up as if they would have torn me in pieces. One of them said, "What will you say when your tongue is burnt out for this blasphemy?"
"My book which I had brought, expecting to present it to the king, lay before Mirza Shufi. As they all rose up after him to go, some to the king, and some away, I was afraid they would trample upon the book; so I went in among them to take it up, and wrapped it in a towel before them, while they looked at it and me with supreme contempt. Thus I walked away alone to my tent to pa.s.s the rest of the day in heat and dirt. What have I done, thought I, to merit all this scorn? Nothing, I trust, but bearing testimony to Jesus. I thought over these things in prayer and found the peace which Christ hath promised. To complete the trials of the day a messenger came from the Vizier in the evening to say that it was the custom of the king not to see any Englishman unless presented by the amba.s.sador or accredited by a letter from him, and that I must therefore wait till the king reached Sultania, where the amba.s.sador would be."
Traveling toward Tabriz he writes, June 22: "Met with the usual insulting treatment at the caravansarai when the king"s servant had got possession of a good room built for the reception of the better order of guests; they seemed to delight in the opportunity of humbling a European--all along the road when the king is expected the people are patiently waiting as for some dreadful disaster; plague, pestilence or famine are nothing to the misery of being subject to the violence and extortion of this rabble soldiery.
"June 26. Have eaten nothing now for two days. My mind much disordered from headache and giddiness;--but my heart is with Christ and His saints.
"June 27. Pa.s.sed the third day in the same exhausted state, my head tortured with shocking pains, such as, together with the horror I felt at being exposed to the sun, showed me plainly to what to ascribe my sickness."
Thus in great illness and suffering Mr. Martyn reached Tabriz, and was nursed through a fever of two months" continuance at the amba.s.sador"s residence. This defeated his plan of presenting the Persian New Testament to the king--but it was afterwards done by Sir Gore Ouseley himself, and publicly received the royal approbation, and still later was printed in St. Petersburg.
On leaving Cawnpore, Mr. Martyn had intended returning to England, but had willingly remained in Persia to finish the translation, which being now disposed of, he reverted to his original intention, and set out on his last fatal journey towards Constantinople, September 2. His journal is filled with expressions of grat.i.tude for restored health, delight in the scenery of Tabriz, descriptions of the country and the journey, the Araxes river, the h.o.a.ry peaks of Ararat, the governor"s palace, the ancient Armenian church and monastery at Ech-Miazin, where he received great kindness from the Patriarch and the monks. He was profoundly impressed with the view from an elevated table-land looking out upon Persia, Russia and Turkey--a Pisgah vision, which excites in later missionaries a strong desire for Christian conquest. Describes Cars and Erzroom. September 29, left Erzroom. Was attacked with fever and ague.
"September 30. Took nothing all day but tea; headache and loss of appet.i.te depressed my spirits, yet my soul rests in Him who is as anchor of the soul, sure and steadfast, which, not seen, keeps me fast.
"October 1. Marched over a mountainous tract; we were out from seven in the morning till eight at night. After sitting a little by the fire I was near fainting from sickness. My depression of spirits led me to the throne of grace as a sinful abject worm. When I thought of myself and my transgressions, I could find no text so cheering as, "My ways are not as your ways." From the men who accompanied Sir Wm. Ouseley to Constantinople I learned that the plague was raging at Constantinople and thousands dying every day. One of the Persians had died of it.
They added that the inhabitants of Tocat were flying from their town from the same cause. Thus I am pa.s.sing into imminent danger. O Lord thy will be done! Living or dying, remember me.
"October 2. Lodged in the stables of the post-house. As soon as it began to grow a little cold, the ague came on and then the fever, after which I had a sleep, which let me know too plainly the disorder of my frame. In the night Hossan sent to summon me away, but I was quite unable to move. Finding me still in bed at the dawn he began to storm furiously at my detaining him so long, but I quietly let him spend his ire, ate my breakfast composedly, and set out at eight. He seemed determined to make up for the delay, for we flew over hill and dale to Sherean, where we changed horses. From thence we traveled all the rest of the day and all night. It rained most of the time. After sunset the ague came on again, which in my wet state was very trying.
I hardly know how to keep my life in me. About that time there was a village at hand, but Ha.s.san had no mercy. The night was pitchy dark, so that I could not see the road under my horse"s feet. However, G.o.d being mercifully pleased to alleviate my bodily suffering, I went on contentedly to the munzil (stopping-place). After sleeping three or four hours Ha.s.san hurried me away, and galloped furiously toward a village, which he said was four hours distant, which was all I could undertake in my present state; but village after village did he pa.s.s, till night coming on, and no signs of another, I suspected he was carrying me on to the munzil; so I got off my horse and sat upon the ground and told him I neither could nor would go any farther. He stormed, but I was immovable, till a light, appearing at a distance, I mounted my horse and made toward it, leaving him to follow or not as he pleased. He brought in the party, but would not exert himself to get a place for me. They brought me to an open verandah, but Sergius told them I wanted a place in which to be alone. This seemed very offensive to them, "and why must he be alone"? they asked, ascribing this desire of mine to pride, I suppose. Tempted at last by money they brought me to a stable room, and Ha.s.san and a number of others planted themselves there with me. My fever here increased to a violent degree, the heat in my eyes and forehead was so great that the fire almost made me frantic. I entreated that it might be put out or that I might be carried out of doors. Neither was attended to; my servant, who from my sitting in that strange way on the ground, believed me delirious, was deaf to all I said. At last I pushed my head in among the luggage and lodged it on the damp ground and slept.
"October 5. Preserving mercy made me see the light of another morning.
The sleep had refreshed me but I was feeble and shaken, yet the merciless Ha.s.san hurried me off. I was pretty well lodged and felt tolerably well till a little after sunset, when the ague came on with a violence I had never before experienced. I felt as if in a palsy, my teeth chattering, and my whole frame violently shaken. Aga Hosyn and another Persian on their way here from Constantinople, came hastily to render me a.s.sistance if they could. These Persians appear quite brotherly after the Turks. While they pitied me, Ha.s.san sat in perfect indifference, ruminating on the further delay this was likely to occasion. The cold fit after continuing two or three hours was followed by a fever, which lasted the whole night and prevented sleep.
"October 6. No horses were to be had, and I had an unexpected repose.
Sat in the orchard and thought with sweet comfort and peace of my G.o.d: in solitude my companion, friend and comforter. Oh, when shall time give place to eternity--when shall appear that new heaven and earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness! There, there shall in no wise enter in anything that defileth; none of that wickedness which has made men worse than wild beasts, none of those corruptions which add still more to the miseries of humanity, shall be seen or heard of any more."
Here abruptly closes the journal, with pantings for the glory and the purity of Immanuel"s land, into which he was admitted by a blessed translation, released from all the sufferings of life on October 16, 1812, at Tocat, Turkey. The manner of his death is not known, whether it resulted from the sickness described, or from the plague, then raging. Whether Ha.s.san was cruel and driving to the last, whether all his heartless Turkish attendants deserted him or not in his hour of final agony, we cannot tell. No relative or friend was there, no tender voice of sympathy, no woman"s soothing hand, no alleviations from medicine. Even the commonest decencies and necessities of civilized life were lacking. Earth gave nothing to Henry Martyn in his mortal need, but we are sure heavenly consolations were unstinted.
"Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are."
And Jesus was there! And Henry Martyn was satisfied, and is forever satisfied! "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." And the most priceless legacy of the blood-bought and commissioned church is the memory of a life, so gifted, so unselfish, so consecrated.
It is wanting in no element of moral heroism. Our souls confess its grandeur. The contemplation lifts us into a higher atmosphere than that of mammon, and self, and earth. We rejoice to see a crown so rare, so fair, so precious, laid at the feet of Jesus, the King. He is worthy. And we long to see the youth of our land and the church inspired by Henry Martyn"s example, as he was inspired by David Brainerd"s. And so we would have the apostolic succession continued till the millennium, of such as shall not count their lives dear for the testimony of the gospel.
It is said that after Mr. Martyn"s death one of his earliest and most devoted friends, the Rev. Charles Simeon, used always to keep his picture before him in his study for help and inspiration. "Move where he would through the apartment, it seemed to keep its eyes upon him, and ever to say to him, "Be earnest, be earnest; don"t trifle, don"t trifle," and the good Simeon would gently bow to the speaking picture, and with a smile, reply, "Yes, I will; I will be in earnest, I will not trifle; for souls are perishing and Jesus is to be glorified.""
Would that Henry Martyn"s life might bring such a message to every heart, and awaken in every one a similar response.
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LIFE OF REV. JUSTIN PERKINS, D.D.
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