you," said the father, "that you must not take it to play with, for fear you would lose it, for it is very small; but not that you must not take it to give to the missionaries to get the heathen a Bible." "Yes, father," said Samuel, "but I don't believe that you will let me give this dollar to the heathen." "Try me, and see,” replied his father. "O, but father," said the little boy, "it is a very small piece, and it can't do much good; I'll give my ten cent piece to buy a Bible for the heathen, and that is much larger.” "That will not pay for a Bible, my son," said the father, "it will hardly pay for a copy of the New Testament. And besides, you know there are a great many heathen children who have no Bibles." "Well, I can't give my pretty gold dollar, father, I'm sure of that,” said the boy. After thinking and talking a great deal more about it, he at last went and brought his silver ten cent piece, and gave it to the missionary, for the heathen. But still his mind was not easy. He had kept his gold dollar because he loved to look at it, and handle it, and feel that it was his, and not because he really needed it; and his conscience continually troubled him. He would often go to his father, and, of his own accord, begin to talk about it, in order if possible to get his father to say something that would satisfy his mind, and give him peace, but in vain. And after a succession of struggles of this sort, which lasted more than a day, he at length came running up stairs to the room of the missionary, with the bright gold dollar in his hand, and said, "Here, Mr. here is my fine dollar; I wish you to take it for the heathen children;' and his sparkling eyes and smiling face showed how happy he was in doing good to others; and I have no doubt he has been a much happier boy ever since, than he would have been, if he had not summoned up resolution enough to make this sacrifice. Let all our young friends remember that one way to be happy is to deny ourselves in order to do good to others.

HAPPY DEATH OF AN ARMENIAN LITTLE GIRL.

Little Mariam was born in Constantinople, and brought up in the midst of ignorance and superstition. Her parents were Armenians, and they, like their countrymen generally before the missionaries went there, were in a great measure ignorant of the true way of salvation through Jesus Christ

alone. When Mariam was about twelve years of age, she

was sent to the mission school in Pera, which is a suburb of Constantinople, and here, in a revival of religion, her heart, as was hoped by her teachers, was renewed by the Holy Spirit. She was a diffident child, however, and it was exceedingly difficult to get her to tell her feelings to anybody; so that the missionaries had no means of knowing exactly what was her state of mind. Her health began to fail, and she went to reside at the house of her brother-in-law, a pious man; and it soon became evident that her disease was the consumption, and that before long she must die. At first she seemed very reserved, and unwilling to express her feelings, and for several days, no one of her Christian friends could get any evidence that was fully satisfactory, that she was prepared to leave this world. At length, however, she sent for her pastor, about twelve o'clock one night, and told him her whole heart. She said that the Savior had graciously made himself known unto her; that she felt his presence in that room, and was sure she was soon to be with him in his kingdom.

From this moment, she seemed to have spiritual grace from above to overcome her natural timidity; and she declared to all who approached her, the delightful peace of mind she had, in expectation of so soon meeting her Savior. One of the missionaries who called, says he never saw a more angelic countenance. He asked her if she was happy in her Savior. She replied, "Yes; to-day I am going to be

with him in heaven." He inquired if she expected to go to heaven on account of her own righteousness. “No, but through the righteousness of Christ." The missionary then said, "You are still quite young, (not more than thirteen,) if it were given you to choose now, would you not rather live awhile longer in this world?" She replied, "I wish to die that I may go to be with Christ."

Her mother, who resided at the distance of two or three miles, and who was still living in darkness and superstition, was sent for; and when she approached the bedside weeping, Mariam said, "Oh, do not weep for me, my dear mother, but rather rejoice, for I am soon going to be with Christ in heaven." The mother was perfectly astounded to hear her daughter speak in this manner, of death. She had never heard of such a thing before. Thus little Mariam fell asleep in Jesus; and more than this, her mother has since been converted, and is now, we hope, preparing to be re-united to her daughter in the realms of glory. If missionaries and Bibles had not been sent to Turkey, both Mariam and her mother would have died in ignorance of the Gospel. How much of their pocket money are our young readers ready to give, that other Mariams may be converted and saved?

SABBATH SCHOOL MISSIONARY ASSOCIATIONS.

In some parts of our land, particularly in Western New York, missionary associations have been formed in Sabbath schools, that promise much usefulness. These associations are called "Youth's Foreign Missionary Societies," and their particular object is, to raise money for the education of heathen children. The superintendent of the school is the president of the society, and other officers are chosen from among the teachers, and a collector for each class, is elected by the members of the class.

Why may not similar associations be formed in all our Sabbath schools? Children, in various ways, come in possession of money which, if they had a society of their own, they would no doubt much rather give for the education of poor heathen boys and girls, than spend for candy, cakes, or foolish toys. Little girls would love to sew, and knit, and thus make little articles for sale, the proceeds of which they could give to the missionary society. We will give on the cover the Constitution of a Sabbath School Missionary Society, that our young friends may better know how to proceed to form these associations.

AN AFRICAN BOY.

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A missionary in South Africa, when writing to England, gave a very pleasing account of a conversation he had then recently held with a poor boy, whose heart had been impressed by the grace of God. He asked the boy if he knew himself to be a sinner; and the boy asked him in return, if he knew any one who was not. The missionary then asked, who could save him. The reply was, Christ." He was asked, what Christ had done to save sinners. He replied, "He died upon the cross." The missionary inquired if he believed Jesus Christ would save him. He said, "Yes." Why do you believe it?" 'I feel it," said he; "and not only so, but I consider that after he died, and has sent his servants, the missionaries, from such a far country, to publish salvation, it would be very strange if, after all, he should reject a sinner."-Wes. Juv. Of.

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THE GLOWWORM.

[Selected.]

It was a quiet Sabbath eve!

The stars looked down so soft and clear,

Like loving spirit's eyes, who grieve

Over our sin and sorrow here.

All was at rest. The cool night-breeze, Scented with breath of summer flow'rs, Scarce stirr'd the leaflets of the trees

That arched across the path like bowers. Dark was the shade the hedges threw, And each sweet bud and blossom fair Bent its meek head beneath the dew, That fell around so gently there. Sudden, a soft and lovely light

Upon the shadow'd bank was seen, Which shed a ray of beauty bright, Where all before had darkness been.

It glanced upon the purple heath,

And gemm'd it as with jewels rare ;
It gleamed upon each wild weed wreath,
And lighted up each flow'ret fair.

Still onward as the glowworm past,
New brightness all around it threw,
Still on each common thing it cast

Its lovely green and golden hue.

Methought it was an emblem true

Of those who bear the gospel light To men of every clime and hue,

Who yet are sunk in heathen night.

Still onward as that blest light gleams,
It sheds new beauty all around,
And gilds with its own heav'nly beams
Each soul within its hallow'd bound.

It pours its rays of peace and love
In the dark places of the earth,
And decks with radiance from above
The humble heart of lowliest birth.

Shine on, shine on, thou glorious light,
Increase in strength and purity,

Till gone are all the shades of night,

Lost in the DAYSPRING from on high.