in a kind of conveyance called a palanquin. A pole comes from each end of it, and rests on men's shoulders. As the bearers of the prince's palanquin were trudging along as usual one day, the elephant which had plotted mischief, suddenly ran up, took it off their shoulders, and, flourishing it over his head as you have seen men do a hammer, brought it down upon the ground with all his strength, and shattered it to pieces.

On looking among the fragments to see if the object of his spite was there, he found the palanquin had been empty on that particular occasion, the prince having, for some reason or other, stayed at home. Much reason had he to thank God for saving him from the punishment of his cruelty that day, and much to think of his past wicked life, and ask help from God to amend his ways.

Children, if you are unkind to any of your fellow-creatures, you will, sooner or later, find yourselves in danger from them, while this sin, like every other sin, will provoke the great God to anger, and, unless repented of and washed away in Jesus' blood, will prove the ruin of your souls.-Children's Paper.

"WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?"

Two villages in Derbyshire had been notorious for their open wickedness. Well may we joyfully say, "What hath God wrought?" for there are but few houses there now where you will not find one or more asking, "What must I do to be saved?" or triumphantly singing

"Bless God for what he's done for me;

Once I was blind, but now I see."

The preparedness I found amongst the people to listen to the simple story of redeeming love, was principally owing to the dear ministers of different denominations who work heartily together in the gospel.-The Revival.

"DON'T WASTE THAT PAPER."

"DON'T waste that paper," said a boy to his sister; "it makes me think of poor Judge Edwards in India." "What of him?" asked his sister.

Judge Edwards was an Englishman, who for months lived only by hairbreadth escapes, dodging the rebels at one place and another, until he made his way to Calcutta. He wished one time to send a note to his wife, who was in some place of safety. A native took pity on him, and promised, at the risk of his life, to carry it.

"I wanted to write two," said Mr. Edwards, "but had only a small scrap of paper, half the fly-leaf of 'Bridges on the One Hundred and Seventeenth Psalm.' Pen and ink I had none, and only the stump of a lead pencil, of which only an atom of the lead was left. I began to write, when the lead fell out. I was in despair. But after a great deal of searching in the dust of a mud floor, I found it, put it back, and wrote two notes about an inch square, which was all the man could hide about his person, for the rebels had already killed several men for having English letters found on them. When the notes were ready, I got a little milk and steeped them in it, to make the writing indelible, and then put them out to dry on a wall in the sun. In an instant a crow pounced on one and carried it off; it was that for my wife. I of course thought it was gone for ever, and felt almost brokenhearted, for I had no more paper, and had no hope or means of getting more. Singh, a faithful native, had, unknown to me, seen the crow, followed it, and after a long chase of an hour, saw the bird drop it, and picking up, brought it to me unhurt."

it

"I wonder if she ever received the letter," said the boy's sister, who always liked to know how things came

out.

"Yes," answered the boy, "and the man fetched him an answer back. When the messenger saw Mrs. Edwards, she was dressed in black, for I suppose she thought her husband had been murdered by the horrid Sepoys; but after she got the letter she went away and put on a white dress."

Oft would hold you up when falling,
Oft her arms around you throw-
Never will your heart forget her
For her love so kind and true,
But there's One who loves you better,
Jesus-once a child like you!

See, He stands with arms wide open
And he cries with voice of love,
Come to me, and I will guide you
In the way to heaven above.
O how wondrous is his meekness,
Thus to take you by the hand,
And uphold you in your weakness
Till you reach Immanuel's land!

-Children's Paper.

"CHRIST IS MINE."

A GENTLEMAN took an acquaintance of his upon the roof of his house, to show him the extent of his possessions, and, waving his hand in all directions, he said, "Do you see that farm, well, that is mine. And that great tract of land is mine; and that forest belongs to me, it is all mine."

Then said his friend. "Do you see that little village yonder ?" "Yes." "Well, there lives a poor woman who can say more than all this." "And what can she say?" "Why, she can say, Christ is mine!”

A GOOD ANSWER.

"How can you do the most good?" asked a lady of a little girl.

By being myself as good a girl as I can be," was the

reply.

MISSIONARY NEWS.

“Thy Kingdom Come.”

"It is Good to be here."

IN October last, deeply interesting meetings were held at Ahmednuggur, East Indies, in connection with the American mission at that place. The native Christians had been filled with fear lest, through the losses to the mission funds caused by the war in America, the work of the mission among them should be hindered. The following is from a letter in the Bombay Guardian :—

"The Lord has come near to us, and our people have felt his presence. The common expression is, "It is good to be here.' Every one here feels fully paid for coming, by what he witnessed and felt at the meetings yesterday afternoon and this morning. Yesterday afternoon, after two or three other addresses, Vishnupunt, (native pastor) commenced speaking on the duty of giving to the cause of Christ at this time of the mission's extremity. He had thought much on the subject, and was prepared to say what he would do. He assured his fellow-Christians that the time for mere talk was past, and that the time for action had come; and taking out his purse, emptied its contents on the table. The example was very effective. Soon one member of the church arose and said he would give a rupee. Another and another brought forward their offerings and cast them on the table. Others who had not come prepared for such a scene gave pledges for amounts varying from two annas to over fifty rupees. One poor blind woman came feeling her way to the table, and laid a rupee on it.

"Many gave or pledged gold and silver rings, bangles, and other species of ornaments common among the natives. Animals also were given; a horse, a pair of goats, half the price of a buffalo, a cow, a pair of hens, a duck, eggs, a turban, a book, a month's wages, half a month's wages, three months' wages. Thus it went on