THB Jubenile Missionary Herald. THE FIELD OF MISSIONS. HEADS OF A SHORT SERMON. "THE Field is the WORLD." All through the month If May, good people in London were thinking and alking about this field; we hear different parts of it reached about continually, and described in Lectures nd Missionary speeches. But we can scarcely imagine t after all, so large is it: and then how far off the lorious harvest sometimes appears! It is a happy thing o know that God has Himself given us much that is aeeded to help on this harvest. A We have the SEED. The seed is the Word of God. We have the RAINS, the DEW, and the SUNSHINH. These are the gifts and influences of God's Holy Spirit. We have the PROMISE. "In due season ye shall reap, if ye faint not." What then remains for us to do? Some of us can go forth to Sow. These are Ministers, Missionaries, Sunday School Teachers, and even little Tract Distributors. Most of us can HELP THE SOWERS. We can love them, sympathise with them, write letters to some of them, and give and collect money for the Societies that support them. All of us can PRAY. wish that the kingdom of Christ should come, we ca ask God for this, and He has promised to answer cu prayers. That is, if we love God, an Then, let us not forget to cultivate OUR OWN CORNE of this great field. Little folks sometimes, in their father's large garden have a garden of their own.There it is, up in som sunny corner, perhaps it is very tiny, but the young owners think more of it than of all the ground beside In play-hours and half-holidays, how busy they are planting, sowing, watering, weeding. Why, the very smallest weed there would be a disgrace. And what sweet, precious nosegay that is, gathered for de mother's birthday, and placed in her bosom ! Now look at the map. Where is your garden? F out England. What a little corner of the world seems! But your plot of ground is smaller still. Gre London would only be a speck; busy Manchester Birmingham, Leeds, or Liverpool, a speck smaller still What a tiny, tiny spot your own home would be! your garden is not so large even as that. What is then? YOUR OWN HEART. Ah, first let the ug weeds of pride, selfishness, and passion be pulled there! There let the seeds of truth be sown. The seek that the rose of Sharon may grow. Your garde will thus become "a little spot of hallowed ground; and, when it is in order, with all the fair flowers of love and holiness blooming there, you will be able to think and work far more heartily and successfully for Europe, Asia, Africa, and America! AN OLD FRIEND. issionary family, it will be recollected, were eparated. The dear father was up among the regaining strength; the mother and her little in their home by the broad river, with Cushnee ain Wickes to assist their labours for the and Lillie was still the same bright cheerful w at first at Humming-bird House. Let us pon her on the morning of her fourteenth It was a holiday in honour of the missiond. The schoolroom was dressed in gay -owers, fragrant nosegays adorned the break; and Lillie's young companions had all some n of love ready to put in her hand when she with a smile and a kiss. In an hour a large was to be at the door, to take them all off to ," where they were to spend the day in sunny d shady dells, with a picnic dinner and a . Miss Shepherd was all kindness, Miss smiles; only Charlotte Rawlings was trying er might to look grave and grown up, because scholar she was that day to have charge of ones, and was beginning to think it would be rd work! But where was Lillie all this time? ing or other kept her still in her own little he black box we know of, full of letters, was he table before her. Yet she was not reading. s not perhaps very common with her, she was Shall we try and write down some of her that birthday morning? ceen years old! Only two years more, and 1 be coming; then one or two more, and I shall |