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CAN'T WE DO SOMETHING?
A MISSIONARY in Africa had established a school for black children, which gave him much joy, for they loved the Saviour.
One day he told them that there were still a great many idolaters in the world, who did not know the Lord Jesus Christ ; and that there were societies in England, Germany, and France, which sent missionaries to these poor heathens. The little coloured children then said, “And cannot we do something also ? " “Reflect upon it,” cried the missionary, “and when you have found out soine way of contributing to this good work, yon may come and tell me.” These poor children tried to discover how they could obtain something to give ; for you must know that they have no parents or friends who are rich enough to let them have a little money occasionally; and that there are many in Africa who do not know what a piece of
One morning, however, they came to the school, full of joy, and said to the missionary, “We wish to form a little juvenile missionary society.' “ That is very well,” said the master ; "but what will you give for missions ?'
The oldest answered, “We have resolved to form a society like grown-up persons; and each one of us will oblige himself to collect as much money as he can without begging. As for those boys of us who are largest and strongest, we will go into the woods to find bark; and we will carry it to the tanner, who has promised to pay us a florin for each load.”
Another child interrupted him, and said, “ And as for the rest of us, we will gather gum, and will sell it for more than four shillings a pound."
“And we," exclaimed the smallest children, “will carry ashes, and seil them to the soap-maker."
Then the girls came; and some of them said, “We will collect locks of wool, and we will sell them.” Others said, “We will get some hens, and sell the eggs and the chickens.”
The little negro children did not rest satisfied with making promises. They executed their plan without neglecting school ; and at the end of a year they held a meeting under the direction of a missionary, and carefully paid over to him all which they had raised.
And how much do you think they put into his hands? More than ten pounds.
THE WATER AND THE BLOOD.
Dear children, let me say to you, that if you are not feeling the water as well as the blood, you have not been at the cross. The two go together. You have not believed in Christ to the cleansing away of your guilt, if you live in the love and practice of sin. For, whenever you get the blood for your soul, you will also get the sanctifying water.
I know a mother who, on being asked whether she thought her girl truly changed, said, “I have no doubt of it; she is so altered at home.” “How is she altered ?" “She never speaks back now.” Was not that the water as well as the blood ? One that really gets this blessing cannot lie, cannot swear, cannot willingly break any commandment. If you have been at the cross, you have got both pardon and holiness.
You that cannot say you have already found Christ, look now upon what John saw. Oh, come and see the same sight; come and get the same blessing ! home to get it at some future time; take it now; take it with you." Jesus Pierced.”
Do not go FRIGHTFUL MURDERS IN ERROMANGA. MORE martyr-blood has been shed in Erromanga, one of the South Sea Islands, in which, twenty-two years ago, JOHN WILLIAMS died. On 20th May last, a devoted missionary and his wife, the Rev. G. N. Gordon and Mrs. Gordon, were cruelly murdered by the savage natives. The account is contained in a letter from the Rev. J. Macfarlane ; the particulars are as follows :
“ About noon of the 20th, a party of nine Bunkhill natives, of whom the chief Lova was the leader, called at the mission house, and inquired for Mr. Gordon. They were informed that he was working a little further down the hill, at a house which he was building as a winter residence. They went towards the place, but in passing through a grove near the house, eight of the men concealed themselves, while the ninth, named Naru-bu-leet, went further down to inveigle Mr. Gordon into the trap thus laid for his destruction.
“Mr. Gordon had, unfortunately, sent all the boys away to gather grass for the roof of the new house, and was unattended, when Naru-bu-leet walked up to him, and asked for some calico for himself and the others of his party, who, he said, were waiting at the mission house. Mr. Gordon took up a piece of board, and wrote on it with a piece of charcoal, Give these men a yard of cotton each. This he gave to the savage, and told him to take it to Mrs. Gordon, who would give him what he wanted.
This, however, would not have suited the intentions of Naru-bu-leet. He told the missionary that Lova wished particularly to see him, and to get some medicine for a sick man, and that he had, therefore, better go up to his own house. Mr. Gordon, pointing to a plate containing some food which Mrs. Gordon had sent him, said, “I have not yet eaten ; but never mind, I can do so as well at the house ;' and wrapping up the plate in his handkerchief, he started up the hill, followed by the native. On arriving at the ambush Naru-bu-leet buried his tomahawk in Mr. Gordon's spine. He immediately fell, uttering a loud cry. Naru-bu-leet gave him another
stroke, on the right side of the neck, which almost severed the head from the body; and the others, rushing from their concealment, quickly cut their poor victim to pieces.
“While this tragedy was being enacted, another native, whose name was 'Duben,' ran towards the mission house, and Mrs. Gordon, who had been alarmed by the fiendish yells and laughter of the savages, had run out, and was standing near an out-house. She asked Ouben what all that noise was about ? He laughed, and said, 'Nothing ; it is only the boys amusing themselves. She said, 'Where are the boys?' and turned round. Ouben then, with the tomahawk, which he carried behind his back, struck her a blow below the shoulder blade ; and, on her falling on a heap of grass, he nearly cut the head off, and otherwise mutilated her in various parts of the body.
“Such was the fate of two of God's most zealous servants. It is now four years since Mr. Gordon and his wife arrived here-namely, 14th June 1857—and during this time they have laboured hard among the rude and ferocious Erromangans with little apparent success.
Mr. Macfarlane, who was on the spot immediately afterward, goes on to write :
“I then went and selected a spot for the grave; it is situated on the right bank of the river, near the spot where Williams was killed, and over-shadowed by cocoanut and banana trees. In the morning, I made two coffins, in which the bodies were placed, and at two o'clock we carried them to the burying-place. There, at my request, a native named 'Mana, who had been for some time at the Samoan Institution, and who acted as a teacher under Mr. Gordon, conducted the services. A hymn having been sung, he gave an address, which, to judge from the effects visibly produced, must have been deeply felt; and a prayer having been offered up to Almighty God, the bodies were consigned to the earth.
“It was deeply interesting for me to witness the emotion exhibited by a native standing next to me, who seemed to be utterly overcome by grief ; yet this very man, in 1839, murdered another of God's labourers, John Williams. The tears and lamentations of all present at the interment it was painful to witness.”
"ANOTHER MAN NOW."
DURING Mr. Jean Ounkovsky's stay in Japan with the frigate Askold, of which he was captain, a Japanese, a clever man and one who sought instruction, rendered him some service. To express his gratitude, Mr. Ounkovsky made him a present of a crystal vase; but struck with his intelligence, it occurred to Mr. Ounkovsky to ask him if he would like to read the Testament in the Chinese language. The laws of Japan prohibit the reading of the gospel to the natives under pain of death; nevertheless, the Japanese received the book with pleasure, and promised to return it very speedily. Accordingly, at the end of five days he came to Mr. Ounkovsky, and entreated him with tears in his eyes to give him the Testament. “No," said Mr. Ounkovsky, “I cannot leave this book with you, notwithstanding the pleasure it would give me. I will not do it, as I fear for your head.” “Ah,” exclaimed the Japanese, “if I had three heads instead of one, I would willingly sacrifice them for the happiness of possessing it! I never thought that any human tongue could speak as this book. I feel myself quite another man now-it is as if I were born for a new life, a new light."
This is what is said of the gospel by an idolater, one well versed in the tenets of a most bigoted sect—that of Buddha. We may imagine with what joy Mr. Ounkovsky made him a present of the Testament, with the following words : “Do not expose your life inconsiderately; but if you are put to death for the reading of this book, it is certain that the benefits you have derived from it are in. comparably more precious than the life of which you may be deprived."
If it is sweet and edifying to hear the words of this