ers to be so cruel? What sort of a god must that be, whose blessing must be sought by such horrible means as these? Will you not pity and help Hindoo mothers?-Miss. Repository.

A YOUNG GIDEON.

A boy belonging to one of the schools established by the missionaries in the South Seas, had heard so much of the sin and folly of idolatry, that his confidence in idols was shaken, and he longed to know for a certainty whether the images he had been accustomed to worship were really possessed of power or not. One day his father and mother went out, and left him at home alone. He had spent some time in reading his tasks, and thinking over what he had been taught at the school the day before. At last the idea came into his mind that it would be a good thing to burn the idols. He was, however, afraid, partly on account of his parents, and partly from the dread he had of offending the gods, and bringing down upon him swift destruction. In this difficulty he knelt down, and entreated the God of the Christians to take care of him and help him. He then rose, and, taking up one of the smallest idols, he put it on the fire; the flames kindled about it, and in a short time not a vestige of it remained. The terrified child looked on with astonishment; but no sooner was the first consumed than he threw on another, and another, and another, till, like Gideon of old, he had thoroughly cleansed his father's house. When, however, the flames had subsided, and all was over, the boy became alarmed at his own temerity. He had no more fear of the gods of wood and of stone, but he trembled at the thought of what his father might say, and he was half inclined to repent of his rashness. In this extremity he shut up the dwelling, and went into the woods; and there, in the best way he could, he devoted himself to God, promising that if God would befriend him and be his God, he would serve him all the days of his life. While he was there, his father and mother returned, and, missing at once the idols and the boy, they feared some spirit had come and taken them away together. As soon as they could recover themselves a little, they went to the missionary, and asked him if he knew any thing about their son. He said he did not; but, suspecting what had been done, he offered to accompany them and find him out. After going in various directions, they bent their steps to the wood, and there, at some distance, under the shadow of a large tree, they saw the lad kneeling before God.

The parents were so thankful to see him again, and to find that not a hair of his head had been hurt, that they forgot their rebukes, were persuaded to renounce their heathenish customs, and henceforth gave themselves up to the study of the Holy Scriptures. The boy, encouraged by the Divine goodness, was confirmed in his resolution to be the Lord's, and afterward became a zealous teacher in the schools, and a preacher of the gospel among his brethren.-S. S. Penny Mag.

CHILDREN FROM AMONG THE HEATHEN AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN.

Little travelers Zionward,
Each one entering into rest,
In the kingdom of your Lord,

In the mansions of the Blest:

There, to welcome, Jesus waits,

Gives the crowns his followers win

Lift your heads, ye golden gates!
Let the little travelers in!

Who are they whose little feet,

Pacing life's dark journey through,
Now have reached that heavenly seat,
They had ever kept in view?
"I from Greenland's frozen land;"
"I from India's sultry plain;"

"I from Afric's barren sand;
"I from islands of the main."

"All our earthly journey past,
Every tear and pain gone by,
Here together met at last,
At the portal of the sky,
Each the welcome 'COME' awaits
Conquerors over death and sin."
Lift your heads, ye golden gates!
Let the little travelers in!

Miss. Repos.

PRESS OF T. R. MARVIN, 24 CONGRESS STREET, BOSTON.