WHERE SHALL I GO LAST OF ALL?

A HINDOO was lying upon his bed, expecting soon to die. He was full of thought where his soul would go after death. A priest came to see him, and the dying man said, "What will become of me?" " Oh," said the priest, "you will live in another body." "And where shall I go then?" "Into another, and so on through thousands of millions." The thoughts of the dying man darted across all that period, as if it was but an instant, and he cried, "Where shall I go last of all?" The priest could not reply, and the unhappy idolater died with no one near him to answer his anxious question.

A little Burman girl was near dying. Lifting her dim eyes to a kind lady who was her teacher, she said, "I am dying, but I am not afraid to die; for Christ will call me up to heaven. He has taken away all my sins, and I wish to die now, that I may go and see him. I love Jesus more than any one else."

What made the difference between the little Burman girl and the dying Hindoo? One had heard the gospel from the lips of the missionaries, and had received it into her heart the other lived and died an idolater, for none had told him of "the only true God and Jesus Christ whom he has sent."-Juvenile Missionary Herald.

"ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE DONE."

WHEN the missionary Elliott was very old, and almost dying, he was found one day by a friend trying to teach a young Indian his alphabet. His friend said:"It's time for you to leave off now."

"No," said he, "there's always something to be done."

This is the sort of spirit that is wanted. We could not well be too young, and we could never be too old to engage in such a work.

THE CLOCK OF LIFE.

My pulse is the clock of my life;

It shows me my moments are flying;
It marks the departure of time,
And tells me how fast I am dying.

THIS place is indeed a missionary wonder. Twelve years ago there was not a Protestant here; and the people were proverbially ignorant, barbarous, and fanatical. Six years ago the Evangelical Armenian Church was organized, with sixteen members. The congregation at that time consisted of 120.

On the last Sabbath, I preached to a congregation of over a thousand; and in the afternoon, at the communion, addressed nearly or quite fifteen hundred people, when forty new members were admitted to the church, making the whole present number 227! Nearly one hundred of these have been added since Mr. White came here, two years ago. Previous to the late communion, one hundred and sixteen persons were examined, but only forty were admitted to the church. One old woman, of seventy-five years, was admitted, who was converted only four months ago. She was previously an ignorant and bigoted opposer and persecutor; but now she seemed completely full of the love of Christ. Her emotions almost overpowered her on approaching the table of the Lord. When I saw the tears freely rolling down her furrowed cheeks, and heard her half-suppressed sobs, I wished that our dear friends could all see the sight.

"One thing struck me in the Marash native brethren, namely, that their thoughts are far more upon the spiritual than the temporal. The burden of conversation

among the brethren is in regard to praying and labouring for the salvation of souls, and nothing else.

"I bless God that He brought me here, and I feel almost like saying, 'Now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace." —Rev. Dr. Dwight, Constantinople.

"I love and see Him.".

IN the German mission at Ghazeepore, East Indies, seven children have died during the year, namely, six orphan children, and one child of a native Christian. The child of the native Christian was his only son, and died of cholera in his fourth year. In his great affliction the little sufferer showed remarkable patience and great attachment to Jesus. A few hours before his death he was asked whether he loved the Lord Jesus? and without hesitation replied, "Yes, I love and see him; he is here." When asked whether he wished to go to heaven, he lifted up his little hands, and said, "Yes, I must go there; let me go, let me go, to the glorious and joyful place; I want to go there." In a few hours his wish was fulfilled.

BOOKS.

THE GOLDEN FOUNTAIN; or, BIBLE-TRUTH UNFOLDED. By the Rev. J. H. Wilson, Fountainbridge. Edinburgh: T. Nelson & Sons. Crown 8vo, 424 pages. Price 3s. 6d.

We have been accustomed to confine our notices to little books which, from their very small prices, are within the reach of almost every one of our young readers. We cannot, however, omit making mention of the above somewhat larger volume, one of the best books for the young which we have ever seen. Besides the earnest, affectionate pleading with the conscience which every chapter contains, the writer shows a skill and aptitude in the structure of his addresses which nothing can give but long practical experience in dealing with the young. Though so simple in thought and language, and so full of illustration, it is in no sense a childish, but a solid and vigorous book, fitted, by the blessing of God, to prove spiritually profitable to every reader, young or old. We cannot too strongly recommend it to parents and teachers, as a gift-book of no common

value and attractiveness. The first paper in our present number is extracted from one of two admirable addresses on Prayer.

THE WAY TO BE SAVED. IN WORDS WHICH THE HOLY GHOST TEACHETH. Being No. 3 of Weekly Sunbeams." Edinburgh: J. Taylor. 16mo, 8 pages. Price One Halfpenny. The way of salvation, set forth from the word of God, with clearness and spiritual wisdom. The texts, which are printed in large type and on coloured paper, are arranged under eight heads:-"Me a sinner." Flee from the wrath to come. "God is love.' "Behold the Lamb of God." Christ died for the ungodly." "He that believeth shall be saved." "Through sanctification of the Spirit." Behold what manner of love."

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TIME IS GOING.

TIME is going-time is going,
Like a stream that's ever flowing;
Am I sowing?-am I sowing?
Will the crop be worth the mowing?
When the mowing-when the mowing
Shall declare what's been the sowing!
Oh, the tears all overflowing,
If good fruit has not been growing!

Life is flying-life is flying,
All creation groaning, crying;
Am I sighing-am I trying
That my death may be no dying?
When the dying-when the dying
Makes an end of all the trying!
Oh, the sighing and the crying,
If to Christ there's been no flying!

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-Leaves of Healing.

EDINBURGH: T. NELSON AND SONS.

BY THE REV. A. A. BONAR, FINNIESTON, GLASGOW.

HIS is the instrument with which the Holy Spirit

works in subduing the soul to God. He melts the

soul as the fire melts the wax, while he shows at the same time God's kindness to us sinners who hated him. The Spirit draws us, but it is with what is fitted to affect and move; it is "with the cords of a man " (Hos. xi. 4), not with such as drag on the animal; it is with "bands of love." Let me try to show you, by two instances, how kindnesses, especially when undeserved and unexpected, have overcome men ; and, in both of these cases, as in a mirror, you may see how the Spirit uses the love of God in the cross of his Son.