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THE BEST PART OF BEAUTY. The best part of beauty is that which a picture cannot express. – Bacon.
THE DEEPEST WISDOM. UPRIGHT simplicity is the deepest wisdom.- Barrow.
“Thy Kingdom Come."
Madagascar. A DARK cloud has again come over Madagascar. Radama II., before he became king, did and suffered much for the Christians, and it seemed as if he himself were not far from the kingdom of God. But his goodness, like the morning cloud, soon passed away. From the time of his coronation, in September 1862, he seems to have given himself up to drunkenness, superstition, and iniquity. He went on from bad to worse, till more than a hundred of his nobles made a conspiracy to put him to death. On the 12th of May last this dark purpose was put into execution, and on that day he died in his palace by violent hands. Thirty-three of his evil counsellors were put to death at the same time. We quote the following from the Juvenile Magazine of the London Missionary Society:
“Seldom has a young king been more beloved than he, and seldom has a reign begun more bright and promising. But Satan knew all this, and used his best devices and his utmost power to corrupt Radama's mind, overthrow his reason, and close his career. But though the great adversary has gained his object thus far, we have no reason to fear that he can stop, or even hinder, the glorious work which has been begun in Madagascar. The queen, indeed, who now reigns is a heathen; but whatever she might desire, the friends and the number of the Christians are such, that we have little fear of renewed persecution. Indeed, the new laws to which she has agreed are so wise and so good, and the men in power are such warm friends of the missionaries and their object, that Mr. Ellis believes the prospects of the missions rest upon a better foundation than ever.
“Our hope, therefore, is, that this bitter disappointment may turn out for the furtherance of the gospel ; though we should never think of Radama II. without thanking God who raised him up as the protector of his people; nor without hating that sin which wrought such à change in one who did run well, whose memory we can scarcely fail to cherish with affection, and over whose dark and dreadful end we may well shed bitter tears.'
Christmas-Day in the South Seas. HERE (at Raiatea, South Seas) Christmas-day is a grand feast-day for the children. They have only one other such feast in the whole year; this is at their May meeting for the London Missionary Society.
This morning, whilst the parents and friends were preparing the food and setting out the tables, the children, dressed in their best, assembled in the chapel. Most, if not all, of the girls had nice, clean, white dresses on, and hats trimmed with very pretty ribbons. Most of the boys had white trousers and coats, black neck-ties, leather belts, and shoes.
Our good old missionary, Mr. Platt, who left England in 1816, gave them a short address on the fifth commandment. He also told them that he had been a believer and a church member for fifty years, and had never repented having become so. Having urged the young people to give their youth to God, he closed with prayer.
The children then formed in procession, and marched, with the Raiatean flag in front, from the chapel toward the school-house, where the tables had been prepared, some inside and some out.
A blessing having been asked, the children did justice to the good things, very much'in the same way as children do in England. They
again formed in procession, walked through the settle. ment, and proceeded to the chapel for the purpose of repeating their tasks. Mr. Platt concluded with prayer, and the children then proceeded to finish any work left undone at the dinner-talle, and seemed to be fully satisfied with the day's enjoyment.
What a blessed change the glorious gospel of God has effected !- Juvenile Missionary Magazine.
Missionary Hospital at Pekin. As soon as I went into my house, and it was known that I would attend to any sick Chinese that applied to me, patients began to come in numbers for relief. At first two or three persons a day came, then a dozen or more, and afterwards twenty or thirty. All classes of the people, and officers of government of every rank, have applied to the hospital. Chinese, Manchoos, Mongols, Thibetians Coreans, and Mohammedans, natives of the capital, and from Kashgar, and other regions to the west, have been attended to. The number of patients attended to during the fourteen months and a half that the hospital and dispensary have been open is 22,144 individual cases. — W. Lockhart, F.R.C.S.
THE WIDow's Son. Birmingham: C. Caswell, 135 Broad
Street. 32mo, 16 pages. Price One Halfpenny. There is much precious and most pleasant teaching in this unpretending little book. It is well fitted, by God's blessing, to benefit every son who reads it, and especially every widow's son.
THE DANGER OF PROCRASTINATION. London: English Monthly
Tract Society, Red Lion Square. 24mo, 16 pages. Price
A wise, kindly number of this excellent series of tracts for the young. Let young readers think of Mary MSome of them, we fear, are too like her. Duty waits, and they are “just going to do it," but they trifle and put off till it is too late.
HAVE you read of the servant who hid in the earth
The talent his master had given,
le ought to have faithfully striven?
My child, you have talents : God gave them to you,
And will surely require them again.
Let them not have been given in vain.
You have speech ; then remember to watch your
words well, And let them be constant and kind : 'It may seem a small matter, but no one can tell
The comfort a word leaves behind.
You have time. Every minute and hour of the day
Is lent by your Father in heaven.
The talent so graciously given.
You have influence too, though it seems very small;
Yet, in greater or lesser degree,
With whom you may happen to be.
And the child who in earnest endeavours to live
As an heir of eternity ought,
Then consider the talents intrusted to you,
And may they be duly improved :
EDINBURGH: T. NELSON AND SONS.
MAN, whom we shall call John B, lived in the country, by the side of a wood. He was a bitter hater of the truth, and of the people of God. He had long despised and opposed his wife, who was a godly woman. One Sabbath morning he took his axe and went out into the wood to cut down trees. Looking around, he saw a tree standing dead
and dry, with its branches leafless and bare. He said to himself, “ I'll cut down that one; it is dead and dry, and fit only to burn."
Just at that moment the thought flashed across his mind, “ Am not I a dead tree, fit only to burn."
He tried to get it out of his mind, but that thought