from their native land. But yet they are happy. Do you wish to know why? It is the presence of Christ that makes them happy. They go to tell these poor ignorant people about the way of salvation, and Jesus goes with them. He sits by their bedside when they are sick; he talks with them when other friends are far away; he gives them light in their dwellings and sweet peace in their hearts. Mr. Moffat was happy in Africa, when the people were all doing him so much mischief. The Moravians were happy in Greenland, when the natives were mocking at them and trying to murder them. And there was never a good missionary any where, from Paul's time till now, who did not feel willing to suffer these trials for Christ's sake.

Now you see that it is idle for you to talk of being missionaries, unless you love the Lord Jesus Christ. You could not bear to be laughed at and hooted at and stoned; or to have your things stolen from your house, and nobody show gratitude to you for your kindness. You would not like thus to "sow in tears." Seek then, dear children, first of all, to make Christ your friend. Love him with all your hearts. And then, if he wants you to go to the heathen, you will be ready to go; yes, you will rejoice to go; and will say, after you have tried the service for yourself, “It is good to be a missionary.”

THE NEW ZEALAND CHIEF.

One day a chief in New Zealand met a missionary and told him that his old heart was gone, and that a new one was come in its place. "Gone! whither?" "It is buried: I have cast it away from me." "How long has it been gone?" "Four days." "What was your old heart like ?" “Like a dog; like a deaf man; it would not listen to the missionary nor understand." "How long have you had

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Always, till now; but it is now gone.' "What is your new heart like ?" "It is like yours; it is very good." "Where is its goodness?” "It is altogether good; it tells me to lie down and sleep all day on Sunday, and not to go and fight." "Is that all the goodness of your new heart?" "Yes." "Does it not tell you to pray to Jesus Christ? " "Yes; it tells me that I must pray to him, when the sun rises, when the sun stands in the middle of the heavens, and when the sun sets.” “When did you pray last?" "This morning." "What did you pray for?” "I said, O Jesus Christ, give me a blanket, in order that I may believe." "I fear your old heart still remains; does it not?" "No; the new one is quite fixed; it is here ". pointing to his throat. "But the new heart, that comes from God, does not pray in that way." "How then?"

In answer to this last question, the missionary went on to tell him what it was to pray, what he should pray for, and how ready God is to hear us, when we ask for heavenly blessings in the name of Christ. But it was hard for him to understand the meaning. Children, who have been taught from their cradle about the Savior and a new heart, do not know how dark the minds of the heathen are. This story shows you what Paul means, when he says, (2 Cor. iv. 4,) "The god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them." Will you not pray that many such ignorant heathen as this New Zealand chief, may find the way to Jesus Christ, and be truly washed in his blood and made heirs of heaven?

THE DEVIL'S TRUMPETER.

This curious character came from the borders of the eternal snows of the Himalayas, and from the neighborhood of the great Kun-chan-gin-ga. A gentleman who lately trav

eled in that region with Dr. Campbell, the gentleman who was so brutally used by the Rajah of Sikkim, tells us, in one of his late publications, that on that wonderful mountain he saw green snow. From the land of the highest mountain in the world the Trumpeter came.

What first drew my attention towards him, was a very large shank-bone of some human being which hung dangling by his right side—an article he seemed to set much store by. His whole gait showed he felt himself to be a man of great consequence; and perhaps all on account of his shankbone trumpet. As I have said, the bone was long, and appeared not to be of great age. At one end it had a brass mouth-piece; at the other end, the great knuckle-bone was not broken off, but a hole struck through it, that, when blown, the sound might pass freely out. Being anxious to know something of the virtues of this trumpet, I inquired what in all the wide world tempted him to carry such a thing about him. I thought he smiled at my ignorance as he tried to make himself longer, stretching himself up as high as he could before he ventured to reply. "Ah!" he said, one blast of that trumpet will set all the devils within hearing to flight-carrying them off like the small dust by the whirlwind! Hence its great use and value in the region whence it came." If one could credit what he said, we should be led to believe that devils are very plentiful up in the cold of the Himalayas. How strange that beings possessed of reason should thus deceive themselves, and glory in their delusion!

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The dress of this wild mountaineer consisted, as the dresses of the mountaineers generally do, of a large smockfrock, exceedingly coarse, it would make good flannel bags,-fastened about the middle with some kind of thong. All the little articles he carried were thrust in at the opening of the breast, so that it served as a traveling trunk as well as a gown. It also served for a towel to wipe his hands and face, which were seldom washed. Of whatever his food consisted, he would thrust his hand into it, so that his hand was knife, fork, and spoon; when the meal was concluded, however greasy, without looking for water, the gown was applied to, and there the hands and face cleansed, or rather wiped. They think water spoils the cloth, and washing makes it wear too soon. His gown was a bag

with a hole in the bottom, and the two sides were holes left in the same way. His gown and boots were all the clothes he had; but if the gown was strange, the boots were more so. They were long in the legs, and reached much above the knee, so that under the gown they appeared to be boots and trowsers all in one. The boots were made of woollen cloths, of various colors, one patch above another, quilted together. The feet resembled the rammers used by the men who fasten or lay the stones in the streets. Had they been cloven, they would have been very like the feet of a camel. This was his whole dress-boots and gown, with many a charm, hung here and there about his person, to keep off the Evil One, and all sorts of plagues and sicknesses. His hair was long, thick, heavy, and glittering with oil, and hung down to his shoulders, like candle-wicks. This is the Himalayan trumpeter, without hope and without God. Ah! my dear young friends, think of the hundreds of thousands in this state. They believe a man has eight souls; a woman, only five.-Juv. Miss. Her.

CEYLON HELPING PERSIA.

Some time ago the children of the missionaries in Ceylon sent the money which they had raised for the missionary cause to the Female Seminary in Oroomiah, Persia. This letter was written to them in reply. As you read it you will see how grateful the Nestorian children were for their kindness. Which do you think were the happier, those who sent the money or those who received it? If you will look at Acts xx. 35, you will find an answer to this question.

From the school of Miss Fisk in Oroomiah, to you, the dear little children of the missionaries in Ceylon. We are greatly rejoiced that we may write you a letter about your love to us and also how much we love you. Miss Fisk, our dear teacher, tells us much about you, and how you are the children of believing persons. We hope that you will walk in their steps to resemble them in their ways, and much more that you will resemble Christ and walk in his footsteps. He loved little children more than we can love them. We very greatly rejoice that you are such kind children. Miss Fisk told us how much trouble you took and fatigued yourselves, and denied yourselves, that you might send money for us sinners. We wonder that you little children did hard work just to help us unworthy. We are very grateful to you and also to

God, who made known to us about our little friends in a distant country, whom we have not seen.

We remember you much on concert day. Every concert_we gather together and pray for all the dear missionaries and for Ceylon, and for many other places. This day is much loved by us, for we think that it is a great blessing that we can pray with thousands of holy persons. Would that the prayers of the righteous might ascend together like a strong chain and move the hand that guides the world, and bring those thousand blessed years, when Satan shall be bound with all his servants in chains of burning flames in hell. So you and we ought to look and see who it is that is a hinderance to those good days. Again, our dear friends, we presume to ask that we may know how many of you have a hope in that blessed Savior that died for you, and how many of you have no God and no Christ in the world. We will greatly rejoice if you will write us about this, that we may know better how to pray for If you. you have been called to Christ, we entreat of you to pray for us, for many of us are far from God and strangers to the covenant of promise. So we very much need fervent prayers in love.

And now, our beloved, we will tell you what we did with the money you sent for us. We knew that you tired your little hands to get it, and so we thought that we ought to buy something valuable, and what we have chosen is this: a Testament and a hymn book for use in our school, where there are meetings every Sabbath, and every Thursday, and prayers every day. We have written your names in them, and they will be preached all through. We hope that many souls will be saved by them from the road of destruction that will live forever; and though we may soon sleep in the grave, the Testament will remain. We hope that the Testament will be preached to priceless souls who by free grace will be washed in the blood of the Lamb from every stain and spot. So you and we, if we turn to Christ, and those who shall be turned by this Testament, shall be called in one hope and be sanctified in the same blood. Give much love and many salutations to your dear parents. Tell them that we greatly love them, because that they are companions of our dear missionaries, who are doing so much to turn us to the way of life. Ask them to pray for us sinners. Give our salutations also to all the true Christians with you and ask them also to pray for us.

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We thought perhaps that you would like to know about our work and how we are taught. Our teachers, Miss Fisk and Miss Rice, teach us a great many good things. We read a great deal, some of us in the Old and some in the New Testament. Miss Fisk teaches philosophy, geography and grammar. Miss Rice teaches us to sing and to draw. They are very kind to us and full of love. We love them very much and rejoice in them. praise God for such rich blessings that he has given us so unworthy; but the blessings are not enough. We need one that is greater than all, the holy Dove of heaven. We entreat of you ask God to again visit us and to finish the work that he has begun in our midst. Beloved, if you will write and send us a letter, we will greatly rejoice. Amen.