From the Visitor and Telegraph.
THE CONVERTED CHOCTAW.
The following interesting account of the power of the gospel on the heart and life of an Indian residing near Mayhew, we received a few days since from the Rev. Mr. Butler, who has been laboring during the past year as a Missionary in the Western part of the Mississippi.
My Dear Brother.- I am anxious to tell you something about our old friend Tun-up-in-chuff-a, whom we call Abraham. I think he more and more deserves that name 'being partaker of his faith.' I just now called upon him, and as I approached the house, I heard music, not an Indian pow-wow-no-thanks to our Saviour [sic]- one of Zion's songs, in the language of the Choctaws. When he had finished we had a precious interview. It was now 10 or 11 o'clock, and he had spent most of the morning in prayer and praise. The language of his heart seemed to flow from his tongue to this effect-'come and hear all ye that fear the Lord, and I will declare, what he hath done for my soul.'- 'Heaven,' said he, in his own language, 'is near-it is not far off--I know it is near! I feel it!' And again 'My mind has been dark; but light has shone upon me from on High; I rejoice.' 'I have been going in the way of sin, but the blessed Spirit of the Lord has taught me, and put me in the bright path, and washed my filthy heart as with hot water.' Much did this regenerated red man say with peculiar earnestness; it was good to hear him, ' fervently did I wish that all the friends of Missions could have been partakers with me in the spiritual repast. After singing he offered an in-wrought prayer at the throne of grace. One of his striking figurative expressions was -'May we be bound to Christ in love as with a strong chain of iron.' Another,' may we with our fingers and hands take hold of Christ.'
Abraham, like the Patriarch of old, is regular in bringing his morning and evening sacrifices to the family altar. Sometimes there are many present, but company does not furnish him with an excuse for omitting family prayer. Is it not animating to hear such things of a poor old Choctaw? He is about 50 years old- was firmly rivetted to the practices of his nation but for nearly a year has given evidence of a deep work of grace in his heart. He has often recommended the Religion of Jesus to his heathen relatives and neighbors, and often too the finger of scorn has been pointed at him. He speaks and prays in public meetings and can use no language but the Choctaw.'