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of God's thoughts ; and then, also, the Holy Spirit delights to use it, because it is God's own mind and heart.

Young people! prize your Bible. Search into it for the “ Eternal Life,” and send the Bible to other lands, that they also may know Eternal Life.



A LITTLE boy was one day sent to an apothecary's for some medicine. He was gone a long while, so long that his mother directed somebody to go after him; but he came at last.

“Oh, my child,” she exclaimed, “where have you been ? Why were you gone so long? Tell me.”

Edward was frightened. His first thought was to make an excuse-to make a lying excuse-to say the doctor kept him; for it is not pleasant to be blamed or to suffer in consequence of our faults.

No, no, child,” said the still small voice within, for the world do not try to deceive. God sees you, and lying lips are an abomination to the Lord. Besides, your mother will one day find it out. In the judgmentday everything will be known. Be careful, above all things, not to make lying excuses.

Edward heard the still small voice, and he was glad he did. Mother,” he said firmly, “I stopped to play by the way. It was naughty and thoughtless in me. For. give me, mother, and I will try to do better next time.

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FIRST ATTEMPTS. God will accept your first attempts to serve him not as a perfect work, but as a beginning. The first little blades of wheat are as pleasant to the farmer's eyes as the whole field waving with grain. --Spurgeon.

WHAT LETS OUT THE TRUTH. IP professing Christians join in what is called worldly amusements—I ask nothing about their creed-they show their taste,-that is enough.-Jones.

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We were walking along by the river side, wiih a high mountain at our right hand, and a higher one at our left, on the other side of the river. As we passed under a tree, my companion stopped and with his stick turned over something that was lying on the ground. What do you think it was? Why, it was the body of a poor little bird ! There," said the gentleman who was walking along with me, “that little bird has tried to fly before it was old enough, and has fallen down upon the ground and starved to death! That is just the way," said he, “ with little birds. I have often seen one, when the feathers begin to grow a little, flap its little wings, and get up on the edge of the nest, and the old mother bird would become very much alarmed, and fly about and scream and try to keep the foolish little thing in the nest. But no! it knew best. It wanted to sail about in the air like the big birds ! It wanted to dart after the flies, and pick from the gronnd the little worms, and eat them. Oh, wouldn't it have grand times! So out it gets, and its wings not having feathers enough to fly with, down it goes! Now it can't get back. The mother bird can't help it back, and so it starves, or some horse, or cow, or man, treads on it and kills it.” and so we passed on and left the silly bird dead on the ground.

And how often is it so with children! They think they are so big, and want to be independent. They are not afraid! Oh no!. So Johnny insists on riding on horseback, and falls off and breaks his arm. Sally knows there is no danger in climbing that steep hill with other and larger girls, and she falls down and scratches her face and tears her dress. And in the graveyards are many who lost their lives because they thought they knew more than their parents.

Children, I have told you about a silly little bird: now read, or ask some one to read for you, about a silly and ungrateful son, from the 'fifteenth chapter of Luke. Then commit to memory the fifth commandment. Then make a resolution, by God's help, to keep that commandment as long as you live.


“MEET ME IN HEAVEN." An aged minister, not long ago, called on every family in his parish. Feeling it would be his last visit, on parting he took each by the hand and said, “Meet me in heaven.” What a blessed appointment to make. How many will keep it ? Can we, as we meet and part from one dear child and another, from this and that beloved friend, say, “Meet me in heaven;" “ Meet me in heaven ?" To meet there, we must here be heavenlyminded.

HOW A CHILD MAY BE KNOWN. Even a child is known by bis doings, whether his works be pure, and whether it be right.

Prov. xx. 11.


" Thy Kingdom Come.”

Chinese at Batavia.

On the 25th November I baptized two Chinese, one aged sixty-two and the other forty-eight years. The former heard the gospel first from Dr. Medhurst, who laboured here for some years as missionary of the London Society. The seed then sown has lately sprung up; and after some conversation with a Chinese missionary in this place, and the needful instruction, he desired to be baptized. The other man is a brother of the missionary just mentioned. He is a truly pious man; and though the Chinese will not follow his example they unanimously respect him. There seems to be an awakening among the Chinese in the environs of Samarung, and he is gone there to see what good he can do among them.-Rev. Mr. King.

The Dry Land Springs of Water." A MISSIONARY visited the isles of Western Polynesia, in the mission ship John Williams, during last autumn. Fifteen years ago, this island, which contains a population of 4700 souls, was in the same savage state as when it was discovered by Captain Cook. Now there is not a vestige of heathenism remaining. There are five good chapels on the island. One of them will hold 1100 people, and it is too small. These chapels are fine specimens of native ingenuity. Except in the doors, there is not a nail in the building, all is firmly tied together with cinnet. The large chapel is crowded to overflowing every Sabbath and Wednesday. The resident missionary on the island speaks of prayer-meetings attended by eight hundred persons.

“All the people,” he says, here."

Thirst for the Bible. Two Wesleyan missionaries were ecently on a tour of preaching in the Mysore territory, India. The native pupils in the Government schools, where there are no Bibles, frequently asked them, “Why may we not read


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the Bible in the school ?” a question which the mission. aries found it very difficult to answer. At one place, the boys in a Government school came and asked if they had any copies of the Bible in English as they wished to buy them. The missionaries had no copies of the Eng. lish Bible for sale, but they sold to the boys a rupee's worth of portions of Scripture in their native tongue.

Habitations of Cruelty.-Gorilla Country,West Africa. AFTER having visited the principal chiefs, who govern in the absence of King Peppel, who was banished a few years since, and is now in England, I went to see several of the juju or devil-houses. The principal one is a rnde, thatch-roofed edifice, upon entering the door of which I saw grinning at me some four or five hundred human skulls, with which the pillars and walls were lined ; and as I crossed the_room, I walked upon a pavement of human skulls. The sight was the most ghastly and horrid I have ever seen! As with trepidation I retreated from this habitation of devils, my attention was called to a scaffold eight or ten feet high in the yard near the door, on which were a large quantity of human bones, some of which seemed fresh and new, Upon inquiry, I learned that these were the remains of enemies taken or killed in war, or for witchcraft; and some of the flesh had been eaten and blood drunk in horrid fetish orgies. -Rev. A. Bushnell.


CALLED, BUT Not Ready. London: James Nisbet di Co.

16 pp. 32mo. Price One Penny. This title formed the dying words of a young lady, struck with mortal illness amid the glare and vanities of a ball-room. And this young lady had been a Sabbath-school teacher! It is a solemn and most impressive lesson for all who are trying to serve two masters. THE SOLDIER'S BIBLE. A Lesson of Trust. By E. I. A.

Edinburgh: James Taylor. 32mo, 14 pp. Price One Penny. Another touching history of a Bible, given to a poor soldier, who died in India; how it was stolen after the soldier was dead; how the thief was drowned, and how at last it came back to the hands of the soldier's mother, bearing precious evidence of having been his daily companion.

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