Mary Liddiard, by W.H.G. Kingston.
Mary is the daughter of a missionary somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. It is towards the end of the eighteenth century. Some but not all of the natives on the island have been converted. The author expounds at great length on the central truth of Christianity.
There is an attack by the natives of another island, which Mary and her friends survive by hiding in a cave. Later they are obliged to leave the island by canoe. There is a great storm, but they survive it, being picked up by an English missionary vessel. There is a happy ending, with a great family reunion.
A MISSIONARY STATION IN AN ISLAND OF THE PACIFIC DESCRIBED. THE GIRLS' SCHOOL SUPERINTENDED BY MRS LIDDIARD, HER DAUGHTER MARY, AND LITTLE MAUD. MARY LIDDIARD'S NARRATIVE. INTRODUCE TO MY READERS LISELE, THE CHIEF'S DAUGHTER, ONE OF OUR PUPILS. MY MOTHER EXPLAINS THE GOSPEL TO HER.
"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost."
These words were ascending from the lips of a number of dark skinned girls assembled round a fair haired English lady in a building thickly thatched with the leaves of the sugar cane, beneath the shade of a grove of tall cocoanut trees, in one of the many far off beautiful islands of the wide Pacific. The building, erected by the natives after their own fashion, was the school house of a missionary station lately established by Mr Liddiard, and the lady was his devoted wife. It stood upon a platform of coral stone, raised about two feet from the ground, while the roof projected a considerable distance beyond the walls, and was supported by stout posts formed of the bread fruit tree, tightly bound to the rafters by ropes of sinnet.
After the conclusion of the hymn of praise a sound unwonted in that long benighted region, whose groves had hitherto echoed only with the shouts and wild laughter of the savage heathens, as they performed their barbarous rites, and the shrieks and groans of their victims the pupils grouped themselves round Mrs Liddiard on the mats with which the floor was spread.
They were of various ages; some were children, others full grown young women. All kept their eyes fixed on her attentively, as if anxious to understand every word she said. Some were clothed in light cotton dresses, their black hair neatly braided and ornamented with a few sweet scented wild flowers, while others were habited in garments of native cloth, formed from the paper mulberry tree.
By the side of Mrs Liddiard sat, on low stools, two young girls, whose light complexions contrasted with that of their dark skinned sisters. Though she spoke in the native language, the two English girls understood her perfectly, and appeared to be as attentive as their companions, and anxious to set a good example to the rest. One of them, with black hair, called little Maud, who seemed to be about eleven years old, had a grave expression of countenance; the other, Mrs Liddiard's daughter Mary, was very like her mother, with light hair and blue eyes, full of animation and intelligence.