INDIA.
CALCUTTA.

A Visit to Dr. Duff's Institution.

My visit to this school was deeply interesting to me. Guided by one of the missionaries, we first visited the youngest class. Here I found two hundred and fifty bright little fellows, composing the twenty-first class! This is the nursery from which the other classes are supplied. From it I was taken to the next highest-that is, the twentieth class; and thence to the nineteenth, and the eighteenth, and so on to the first class, asking a few questions to see the progress made.

Here you will suppose it ends; but, no! This is the school department, and above these there are five classes higher still, in the college department, embracing a bundred and thirty young men, some of whom have been for ten or twelve years under instruction. Of the pupils, at least one-fifth are Brahmins, and many of them from the most influential and even from the most bigoted families in Calcutta. I was struck with the fact that the heathenish marks were removed from almost every forehead (if not from every one),-a thing which would in Madras be held a renunciation of Hindooism; and, in place of the shaved head, with the sacred coodamy or queue, there universal, here the lads almost without exception wore their hair all over their head, in the European manner. They also, for the most part, wore shoes; and, if transported to Madras, would be taken for a company of professed Christians.-An American Missionary.

MADRAS.

Waiting for the Morning.

WHAT has cheered us greatly of late is the evidence we have of the moving of the Spirit of God in some of our schools, touching and quickening a soul here and there. We do not wish to say much of this till we see the issue; but to watchmen on the walls of Zion longing for the coming day, the first streaks of dawn are precious. -Rev. A. B. Campbell.

Village Preaching.

THE Rev. P. Rajahgopaul, when preaching among the villages near Madras, has sometimes strange congregations. Of one morning's work he writes:

"We rose early, between three and four o'clock, and after a long walk, reached Chellanthumpully. Thus early, we found a great many men and women at work spinning cotton and weaving cloths of different kinds, and a few idlers walking about with sticks in their mouths cleaning their teeth. We quietly took our position beside a goddess temple which stood on the side of the main road, with a third road across. At the sound of our voice, the workmen threw off their work, and came running and arranged themselves around us. The women stood

at a little distance by themselves. In a short time they numbered upwards of ninety people; and what a picture they would have made under the pencil of an artist! All of them half-naked, some of them still more; some looking at us with inquisitive eyes, some grinning and opening their mouths at us; others with their hands on their waist, inquiring who we were, and what we wanted."

BOMBAY.

The Bible in Persia.

I EXPECT great effects, with the divine blessing, from the quiet perusal of the Scriptures by Mohammedans. I know that much good is arising from the peaceful circulation of the Bible in Persia, a Mohammedan country in our own neighbourhood. I know individuals there who, instructed by the Bible alone, are desirous of embracing Christianity.-Rev. Dr. Wilson.

THE JEWS.

CONSTANTINOPLE.

Murder of a Jew by a Jew.

THE quiet abode of our excellent missionary at Haskioy, has been the scene of a shocking occurrence. During

the great heats of the past summer and autumn, Mr. and Mrs. Tomory had apartments at Bebek, on the Bosphorus. Mr. Tomory was in the habit of going up to Bebek twice a week, his house at Haskioy being left in the charge of his servant, Mushon, a Spanish Jew, a young man of twenty-one. The last week of their residence in the country had come, and the family were about to return. Another Jew, Joseph, was in the habit of joining Mushon, the servant, in Mr. Tomory's house after his day's work.

One evening before Joseph had come in, a Spanish Jew, who at one time came a great deal about the mission, called on Mushon, and, after partaking with him of some supper, fell upon him and murdered him. The object of the murderer was plunder, believing that poor Mushon was possessed of some hundred piastres. The cries of the victim were heard by the neighbours and bypassers, but the door was barred from within. When an entrance was got, the kitchen, all in confusion, bore witness to a terrible struggle; the hall was splashed with blood, and, near the door lay the body of the murdered man. The murderer sprang over the garden wall and escaped, but in a few hours he was taken.

"The consternation among the Jews," says Mr. Tomory, "is very great. Never, within man's memory, was it known that a Jew had committed murder. I trembled at first lest the sad occurrence might affect our work; but I am happy to say that a kind Providence seems to hold his gracious hand upon us, and the whole may yet be overruled for good. Several of the Jewish friends called the same evening, expressing their sympathy and offering their services."

HAPPY MOTHERS.

Not long since, in a meeting, where were assembled one hundred and twenty American pastors united in a common faith, each one was invited to relate the human cause to which he attributed, under the divine blessing, the change of his heart. Do you know how many gave the honour to their mother? Out of one hundred and twenty, more than one hundred. ·

SABBATH PICTURES.

THE ARROW.

"The arrow that flieth by "Thine arrows are sharp in

day"-Ps. xci. 5.

the heart of the king's enemies."-Ps. xlv. 5.

THE first " arrow we find in the Bible is in the hand of noble Jonathan. Saul's new-moon feast is over, a javelin lies near Jonathan's empty seat, and David is hid by the stone in the way-side field. His friend has found that there is wrath against the one he loves as his own soul, so he takes his arrows out to warn him, and cares little that to save his David he risks both crown and life.

The next arrows we find in fierce Jehu's war-chariot. He has two kings to slay, he draws a bow with his full strength, and the one sharp arrow at the heart leaves the wicked king of Israel slain, and Jehu in pursuit of the king of Judah.

The Holy Spirit makes much use of the arrow to show how the Lord slays the wicked, and how the wicked seek to shoot at God's dear saints. Ever since sin came, it is the lot of each of us to be carried slain from the field of life. The Lord Jesus saw how it was to be. He saw the arrow set on the string of wrath. He saw death, and pain, and sin all make ready their myriad arrows to

shoot at man; and He saw the pit of fire into which the slain must fall.

And Jesus made ready too. He found out a new way of slaying men. He said to his Father, "Spend these thine arrows all on me," and he lay down slain, and rose from the tomb with his quiver full of love arrows, each one dipped in his blood, each one to be shot forth in that might of his that makes the soul his own.

Has an arrow from his bow come your way yet? Did it slide down through your heart and pierce it to the quick, till you cried in fear, "I am undone. WHO art thou, King of glory?" and as he drew the veil away and showed you his own face, did you lift the arrow up and read on it in letters made before the world, "I HAVE LOVED THEE?" Jesus is passing through the land to save. Has he been in your church, your school, your street, your home, with his arrows?

How shall I know that I am his? you ask. Let me ask you, Does he make any use of you about the shooting of his arrows? Does he sometimes let you help to take an arrow from another's heart! Do you long, and weep, and pray to see his arrows fly around you. That letter you wrote to a friend about his soul, the book you lent, the tract you gave away, that word you are longing to speak for Jesus, did you take it first to himself to be made his arrow? Used by you, it will fall as idle as others did; used by him, it will fly from his bow and be his arrow, and then he will send you after it to trace its course, and find how sure its aim was. He does not, even in these days of ours, use all his people thus, but he does it for all who go in the way of this work of his. Ask him to do this for you, and even though you be a child, you will find that we are always surest we are Christ's when he is using us about the shooting of his

arrows.

M. F. B.