A correspondent writes us from Chuchou in Anhui under date the 10th instant The locust plague in this region is appalling; the whole expanse of country which usually wears such a fresh and pearance during this season of the year is devastated to a terrible degree. The grass on the hills is all eaten and the corn utterly demolished. Famine stares us in the face. Furthermore the present calamity is regarded as Heaven's with against present dynasty, and the people, wild with rage which is only increased by the continuous incoming rumours, talk freely of rebellion and insurr yp. So itis not strange that an unlettered people fail to apprehend the designs of an inscrutable Providence behind the scenes. May-be a famine will afford the church a large field for its Christian benevolence and help to produce such fruits as did the Shantung calamity a few years since Lies thro' their mouths or mistake mankind.* The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find,
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