you might sing, and pray, that your meeting may be made a blessing to each other.

Here is a picture of two girls trying in this way to cheer a companion.

Will you not try?

A GREAT WORK IN LONDON.

A GREAT work is at present going on in London. We are receiving this blessing in answer to the prayers of many godly ones in secret, and to the social prayers in the many daily, weekly, and monthly prayer-meetings which are now very numerous in London. The upper class have their special meetings; where sometimes several hundreds remain at the second meetings; and the lower have successful meetings in theatres and halls, addressed by labourers whom God has raised up for the work. Openair preaching has been much blessed, and among the rest so engaged we have the Bishop of London. There are no less than ten to twelve theatres often filled.

But the one thing with which I have been especially engaged is the Midnight Mission. Out of six hundred poor women we have rescued from vice, we think that at least one hundred of them appear to have become children of God. There was one interesting case: it was not the address that touched her; it was the prayer that reached her heart, and now she is a child of cd, and is seeking to do good to others. One does good to another after being blessed among their old associates, and so we get more and more blessing, and thus many, when converted, go forth to tell of Christ's love.-Mr. J. Stabb.

RICHARD WEAVER.

RICHARD WEAVER has again left London for the country. Amongst working-men and "the poor of this world" his services have been honoured and owned of God, and productive of great good, and, perhaps, no better sphere for his successful employment could be mentioned than that to which he himself seems directed the east of London.-The Revival.

STRANGE STREET-SIGHTS IN LONDON.

THE Scene which at midnight meets the eye in the neighbourhood of the Haymarket, has been thus described:From supper-rooms, and music halls, and theatres, and coffee-houses, and streets of doubtful reputation-from far and near, have assembled a crowd, the like of which, for disorder and shameless impudence, you can find nowhere else in Europe. Gin-shops, and divans, and oyster-rooms, pour forth a flood of gas-light on the evershifting scene. And this continues from eleven o'clock at night to two or three the following morning. At the present time, the crowd is every night largely increased by foreigners and country visitors, who return home all the worse for the lesson acquired in these scenes of vice.

I found men stationed in various parts of the streets named, carrying boards, in size of about four feet by three, and bearing placards with such passages as the following, printed in bold type, and in colours of crimson and green: "Thou God seest me;" "Except ye repent," &c.; God commandeth all men everywhere to repent;" "The wages of sin is death;" "It is appointed unto men once to die," &c.; "God so loved the world," &c. These passages were in both English and French. After twelve, midnight, I observed the boardmen place themselves in a row opposite to a brilliantly lighted café. The sight appeared to attract_much greater attention than when they stood singly. I remained observing for upwards of an hour, and saw as many as thirty persons at a time reading the selections from the word of God. Some blasphemed; others said, "Very good," especially foreign gentlemen. Many hundreds of men and women stopped and read.-"A Midnight Observer," in 66 The Revival."

A DREADFUL PLACE.

PSALM ix. 17.-"The wicked shall be turned into hell." O dreadful place! where the devil is the jailor, hell is the prison, damnation is the punishment, eternity is the time, brimstone the fire, and men and spirits the fuel!Dyer.

THE TREE THAT NEVER FADES.

"MARY," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden. Our pretty tree is dying, and I won't love another tree as long as I live. I will have a bird next summer, and that will stay all summer."

George, don't you remember my beautiful canary bird? It died in the middle of the summer, and we planted bright flowers in the ground where we buried it. My bird did not live as long as the tree."

"Well, I don't see that we can love anything. Dear little brother died before the bird, and I loved him better than any bird, or tree, or flower. Oh, I wish we could have something to love that would not die!"

The day passed. During the school hours, George and Mary had almost forgotten that their tree was dying; but at evening, as they drew their chairs to the table where

their mother was sitting, and began to arrange the seeds that they had been gathering, the remembrance of the tree came upon them.

"Mother," said Mary, "you may give these seeds to cousin John. I never want another garden."

"Yes," added George, pushing the papers, in which he had carefully folded them, towards his mother; "you may give them all away. If I could find some seeds of a tree that would never fade, I should like then to have a garden. I wonder, mother, if there was ever such a garden."

"Yes, George, I have read of a garden where the trees never die. In the middle of it there runs a pure river of water, clear as crystal, and on each side of the river is the tree of life-a tree that never fades. That garden is heaven. There you may love, and love for ever. There will be no death, no fading there. Let your treasure be in the tree of life, and you will have something to which your young hearts may cling, without fear and without. disappointment. Love the Saviour here, and he will prepare you to dwell in those green pastures, and beside those still waters."-Children's Friend.

THE MISSIONARY BUSH.

I HAVE read of a poor old man, who, after going to a missionary meeting, was much grieved to think that he had nothing to GIVE for the good of the heathen. He wished to do more than to pray for them, but he was very poor. He lived partly by selling fruit and vegetables out of his small garden; so he thought at last of setting aside one gooseberry-bush, and giving the money he got for his gooseberries to the missionary-box. He netted it carefully over to keep off the birds, and called it the missionary-tree. I am sure the blessing of God would be given with his money.

Have not you something, like old Joseph, which you can give for the poor heathen?

"LET YOUR LIGHT SO SHINE."

A DEAR old Scotch Christian, who finds her living in the houses of a few kind friends, having finished up her scrubbing and work for the day, was on her way home in the evening. She was stopped by a policeman, who charged her with begging. She said to him, "I never need to beg, my Father has always given me plenty." IIe lifted up the lid of her basket, and saw some broken meat. "Yes, yes, come away."

She went with him quietly to the police-office. She was put in a cell where there were two bad women. Our friend states, "I felt only a change of place, but not of company,' as she found Him whose name is called Wonderful, who is ever the same. "I found Jesus, my very precious Saviour, just as he has said, 'Lo, I am with you always.' She felt her Saviour near, and filling her soul with the joy of salvation, as well as with a real sympathy and tenderness for the souls of her fellow-prisoners.

She told them of the love of God in sending his only and well-beloved Son to our sin-stricken world, who had both lived and died for miserable, hell-deserving sinners, such as she was. She was enabled to speak to them of the value of their souls, and pointed them to Christ Jesus, her only Saviour, for justification, and who said, "Him that cometh to me, I will in no wise cast out." Now, come to Christ at his own terms now, and just now, and just as you are; and take Jesus at his word, for he is well worthy of being trusted. Dinna look to your own heart, but out and up to the cross. The blood of Christ cleanseth from all sin.”

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After praying and pointing them to the Saviour nearly all night, it was found by morning that one of them was trusting in Jesus.-Wynd Journal.