Tockshish Cherokee Nation, Mississippi.
The Rev. T. C. Stewart, Superintendent of the Missionary stations in the Chickasaw Nation, in a letter to the editor, dated Nov. 21st, 1833 draws the following comparative sketch of the past and the present. May the future be better than he anticipates.
'I sincerely wish I could give you some good news from this far country. The time has been, when I could have told you of the great things God was doing for these unfortunate people--when his cause seemed to prosper and gain ground- when the sinners were pressing into the Kingdom-and when our hearts were encouraged with the general aspect of things. But a sad reverse has succeeded, and now everything appears to be taking a retrograde course. Our schools have declined, and most of them gone down; our church has declined; and religion is fast declining. Intemperance abounds. The intoxicating article is abundant. Men are to be seen, (and men too calling themselves Christians) going from settlement to settlement with wagon loads of the liquid poison which they barter for the scanty pittance the red man has to support his family. But measures are in progress to arrest this evil.'
Mr. Stuart is a native of this State, and has been thirteen years laboring in that nation as a Missionary of the Cross; and though all the success which he anticipated has not followed his exertions; yet he has been instrumental in sowing much precious seed, and in reaping too a harvest of souls for his Redeemer. We should not be surprised if in his next communication, instead of the gloomy aspect in which everything now present itself to his own mind he should break fourth 'in songs of deliverance.' Within a few years some of our distant Missions seemed to be on the very verge of extinction, and similar complaints were poured out in relation to their conditions and their prospects-when in an unexpected moment, and sometimes in an unexpected way, God has manifested himself ready and able to deliver.- And his spirit has been poured out in such measures as to cause the gloom of the past to be forgotten in the abundance of his miracles. So may it be in the field which is sown in tears by the brother from whom the preceding sketch was received.
His friends and correspondents will be pleased to learn that a Post Office is established in his vicinity called Pontclock.-Charleston Observer.