Pagans built like giants and finished their work like jewellers."

The village of Cuttub, where this minaret stands, is what the Mohammedans call a holy place. Cuttub ud Deen, one of their saints, was buried there, and the poor ignorant people come in crowds to his tomb, and then go away, thinking they have become the favorites of heaven and shall be sure of entering its pearly gates. How foolish to think that making a pilgrimage to the grave of a man will take away sins. Even if we could visit the tomb where Jesus Christ himself was buried, this would not make us holy. It would not make us fit for heaven. Cuttub ud Deen, and all the other saints, whether Mohammedans, or Roman Catholics, or Greeks, or Armenians, cannot help us at all. But Jesus can. O yes, he is the chief among ten thousand. Will you not go to him? Will you not go now?

"I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains
White in his blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains."

FELIX NEFF'S SCHOOLS.

In the south of France, in the departments of the Isére and the higher Alps, there is a scattered Protestant population. It was once larger than it is now, but it has been reduced by persecutions, massacres, and religious wars. These poor people are descendants of the ancient Vaudois, and still maintain amongst their mountains and valleys the religion which their forefathers sealed with their blood.

It was amongst these people that the good Felix Neff labored. You remember how diligent he was in forming schools for the children. A great many schools are wanted, because the children cannot travel any distance in that country. Even where the houses are situated close to one another, they are separated by large and deep ravines, and rushing mountain torrents, so that you must go round a long way to get from one house to another. In the summer, the

poor children cannot come to school at all, as they are at work in the fields. Felix Neff therefore established, twentyfive years ago, temporary winter schools. These schools still exist, although they are kept up with great difficulty, as the people are very poor. M. Cadoret, an excellent minister at Mens, a town in the midst of the district, has just sent us a very interesting account of the schools. He says, their plan is to place a master in the hamlet for the four winter months; the fathers of families engage to take it by turns to board and lodge him, and also to pay him from ten to thirty francs. A franc is 183 cents. The school is held in a warm stable; a good layer of fresh straw serves as a carpet; a long table is set in the middle, and some wretched crazy seats are placed round it; when there are one or two maps hung on the damp walls, it is thought a very fine thing indeed. The elder and more instructed pupils sit at the table, but very little children come too, and they sit on little stools, or roll on the straw. The number in each school varies from ten to twenty. They remain there all day, and even in the night. It is true, that sometimes the master and pupils go fast asleep; besides, the bellowing of the cows and oxen, the bleating of the sheep, the cackling of the chickens, and the crowing of the cocks, mix constantly with the master's voice, as though they thought that what they have to say is quite as well worth hearing as his lessons; but the children are used to it, and they are very good, and don't turn aside to pull the cows' tails, or ride on the sheep's backs, or hunt the chickens, as I am afraid some little children would that I know.

But this good work among the Protestants does not go on without opposition; some Roman Catholic sisters of charity have lately come to Mens, and they offer to teach Protestant children for nothing. The priests too have established temporary winter schools in the villages around, on purpose to draw the children away from the Protestant teachers. We hope our beloved friends will not be discouraged; we shall often think of them in the cold season, in their warm stables, and on their clean straw, amongst the mountains of the Higher Alps, and we shall pray that God may bless them and bring the hearts of the dear children to himself. M. Cadoret tells us, that, within the last four years, there has been a great religious awakening amongst the young people

in these schools. He says he has seen a hundred of them meeting together for prayer, and he has heard them pray. The children belonging to one of the schools have been made the means of converting their master.

Is not this delightful? but they are very poor. The schoolmasters are badly paid; much more could be done, if more money could be raised.

Dear little readers, money is wanted every where for doing good. Oh! as you grow up into life, carry with you this conviction, and let it become deeper and deeper, as years roll over your head, that the money you have is not your own-that nothing you have is your own-that for every thing, you must give an account to God-and that the more you deny your own wishes, and abridge your own little comforts, for the sake of helping on the cause of Christ in the world, the richer and happier you will be.—Miss. Rep.

THE LITTLE GIRL WHO DID NOT FEAR THE

PISTOLS.

During the late revival at Oroomiah, Persia, some women were assembled for prayer and instruction in an upper room. A wicked man, finding that his wife was among them, asked his companions to put a stop to this nonsense. But no one of them was willing to join him in breaking up the meeting. He then got very angry, loaded a pistol, and fired on the room where they were. His object was to frighten rather than harm them. But even in this he did not succeed; for the timid girl who happened to be speaking at the time, went quietly on. The man fired another pistol; but still the gentle voice, urging these poor women to give up their sins and flee to Jesus, was heard within. At last in a rage, seeing that he could not frighten them, he went and sat down under the window, to learn what was constraining the little child to go on, amid these threatenings from without. And as he listened to her description of the human heart, he crept away ashamed from his hiding place, saying to some

one who stood by, "She must have known I was there, and meant these words for me!"

What gave this girl such boldness? Read 2 Timothy iv. 17, and 1 Peter iii. 13, and you will see. Could you be as bold? If not, what is the reason?

ARCHBISHOP DYONISIUS.

This man was one of the first converts among the Armenians, after our mission was commenced in Syria. He is familiarly called Carabet, an Armenian word signifying a forerunner. This name was given him by Mr. Goodell, at his own request, in the hope that he might be the forerunner of great good to his nation. He spent thirty-six years of his life in a convent at Jerusalem, and was for a