long time the chief secretary of the household. When about fifty years old, he became disgusted with the superstitions of the Armenian church, and leaving one thousand dollars' worth of property behind him, which the monks refused to give up, and resigning all his honors out of love to the Savior, he turned his back on the convent and came to Sidon. There Mr. Goodell found him more than twenty years ago, and expounded unto him the way of the Lord more perfectly. He was afterwards the instructor of Mr. Goodell in the Armeno-Turkish, and assisted him in making a translation of the Bible into that language. By his pen he has done much to promote the gospel among his countrymen, many of whom venerate him highly. Among the valuable books he has prepared is a Concordance of the New Testament, which is a great aid to those Armenians who love the study of God's word.

Bishop Dionysius has three interesting and pious children, who promise to do much good among their people. He is himself now old and grey-headed; but his hoary head is a crown of glory, because found in the way of righteousness. For the sake of Christ he gave up all his honors as an Armenian Bishop; and when the Savior comes at the last, he will repay him for his sacrifices a hundred fold, and make him a king and a priest unto God and his Father forevermore.

THE LOST TREASURE FOUND.

A good missionary in Borneo, called Becker, writes: At the close of the last year we received from Germany a number of school-books in the Dyack language, and nothing could exceed the joy which the boys showed when I took them to the school, and gave to each a copy. It is a pleasure to us to see how they value this gift, and how carefully they try to preserve their books from injury. Without our recommendation, nearly every one of them has made a little basket or bag, in which to keep his treasure safely, in

coming to or going from school. Some of the boys have to cross a river to their homes. Lately four of them sprang into a boat which was so small that, before they could reach the opposite bank, it filled with water. Three of them, when they got to the shore, shook their jackets and long wet hair, and then laughed heartily, for they had saved their spellingbooks and slates. But the other, who was a new comer, and had no basket for his book, remained by the water as still as a post, not joining in the mirth of his companions, for his book and slate had, as he feared, sunk to the bottom. But happily he was mistaken, for, looking around him after a moment's thought, he saw his book a little way off, floating upon the top of the stream, and instantly he plunged in after it. He seized it, and holding it up above the water, brought it joyfully to land. Now, however, he thought of his slate, and his joy was checked. The boat was full of water, but it had not entirely sunk. Perhaps," he said to himself, "the slate may still be at the bottom of the boat;" so he quickly swam to it, and, searching the bottom, found his lost treasure. But how can I describe the joy of the poor boy, as he shouted, laughed, and, shoving away the shattered boat, leaped to the shore! I could scarcely help laughing myself; but a tear of pleasure stole down my cheek as I thought what good these boys might one day do to their country. May the grace of our Savior be given to them! Pray, young people, that so hopeful a beginning may end in their conversion to Christ, and that they may become faithful servants of his truth, in this dark country!-Juv. Miss. Magazine.

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THE WORLD SHUT OUT AND CHRIST WITHIN.

Mr. Moffat, some time since, sent home an interesting account of a visit he paid to Borigelong, one of his outstations. On the Sabbath that he was there, one hundred and fifteen native converts joined with him in partaking of the Lord's Supper. It happened that, at the very same time, certain heathen ceremonies were being observed by the heathen at Borigelong. Outside the little chapel, there were shouting, and dancing, and croaking, and grunting, and all kinds of wild noises. Inside, a band of Christians were quietly and solemnly seated round the table, on which stood

the bread and wine, showing forth the broken body and poured out blood of their Savior; and the sweet hymn rose upon their blended voices.

"Why was I made to hear thy voice,

And enter while there's room;

While thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?

Here and there, the tear was seen rolling down the dark cheek; and here and there the sigh of gratitude and love, or of pity, was heard, as they, who sat within that happy Christian fold, listened to the uproar of the wicked idolaters without, and thought to themselves, " And such were we! but we are washed, but we are sanctified, but we are justified, in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God." After the service was over, Motale said, "These poor sinners thought to disturb us with their dance and song, and thus to do us evil; but they have really done us good." "How so, Motale?" asked Mr. Moffat. He replied, "It made me feel more thankful; and we all feel alike, for we were all once as foolish as those poor blind heathens."-Miss. Rep.

CHOCTAW COMPOSITION.

The following composition "About good scholars," was written by an Indian girl in the Iyanube Female Seminary, Choctaw Nation.

Good scholars will obey their teacher and study hard to get their lesson. But bad scholars will not try to get their lesson. They will play and whisper, and try to do all they can to make their teacher sorry. This is wrong. For the Bible tells us we must honor every body, that tells us, that is right. But the wicked we must not follow. For every thing that is in the Bible is true, and we should believe all that is in it. It was God, that sent us here, that we might learn to read his holy book. There are some good boys and girls, that go to school, and try to improve their time in learning. For there are a great many other people, that want to send their children to school. When good scholars go to school, they will try to learn fast, so when they go home, they will read out of the Bible to them that do not know how to read. We come to school to learn not to play at school time. When it is school time, good children will hurry to school, so as to be at school in good season. I have read in one book about one boy, about a school boy, that was going to school, and he was tardy, and could

not go to school,-And there was a boat near him, so he thought he would go and get in it, and have a sail along the shore. So he paddle along the shore, as far as the chains could reach; and he played in the water, till he become hungry, and he then began to paddle back, but the wind blew very hard, so he had very hard work to get the boat back in its place, but it blistered his hands. After he got out of the boat, it was too late for him to go to school. So he thought he would go home, and get his dinner. And he thought he would tell a story, if he was ask, why he did not come to school. He said his father wanted him to work-And this is a very wrong story. The Bible says God will punish the wicked if they do not repent of their sins-So we must try to do what is right. A. E. V."

THE LITTLE MISSIONARY SOCIETY.

We have just received a little box full of money from three children in one family, to aid in sending the gospel to the children of Africa. Their parents have allowed them a small sum for every week they are not noted in school. Without naming the fact to others, they have been meeting for several months, bringing each week a cent, and spending the time in reading about missions. The box contained, mostly in cents, one dollar and one cent. These children seemed very willing and happy in making this offering to the Lord. We hope they will all love the Lord, and trust in that blessed Savior whose gospel they wished to be proclaimed to the perishing heathen.

Boys and girls, who read the Commission, how many of you will do as these three children did?—The Commission.

WORTHY OF IMITATION.

A little boy and girl, brother and sister, belonging to a Sunday-school in London, have, for the last two or three years, collected for the Christmas Juvenile Offering. Their plan has been to divide equally what money they got; so that both brought in the same sum to the Secretary. It happened this year that the little girl was ill, so that she could not collect her share. The little boy, however, was resolved to supply her lack of service; and by his diligence he obtained nearly double the amount which the two had collected last year: this was, as usual, divided between them. It was very kind of the little boy to let his sister share the money.

The father of this boy and girl had always given some thing for each of his children, and for these two little collectors among the rest. But this year they told their father that they should like to give some of their own money, which they had been saving for Christmas; for they said, "We do not consider that we give any thing, when it is given for us." The father was pleased with their request, and permitted them to do so. Judge of his surprise, when they each, of their own free will, gave four times the amount which he had been in the habit of giving on the card for them!

They collected and gave more than ten shillings; and great was their delight when they carried it to the Secretary; for the little girl had got better, and she went out for the first time, after a long illness, on that occasion.-Wes. Juv. Off.

"THE SEED IS THE WORD OF GOD."

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Oh! are we not thankful for Bibles to read,

The seed of the kingdom, unperishing seed?

And shall we not seek that good seed to send forth

To the East, and the West, and the South, and the North?

Oh yes! where the cold snow of Greenland descends,-
Where the slave 'neath a western sun wearily bends,-
Where China's vast wall rises dark to the view,

Or the Southern Isles gleam 'mid the waters so blue ;

Wherever a dear little baby hath smiled,

Or the heart of a mother hath yearned o'er her child;
Wherever mankind have a home or a name,

The Savior of sinners we long to proclaim!

We would send forth the seed and ask God to impart

His blessing to make it spring up in the heart;
But oh! we would seek while we scatter it round,
That in our own garden some fruit may be found.

Dear Savior! thy smile is like sunshine, which brings
Life, gladness, and light to earth's beautiful things:-
Oh! let it to every heart's garden be given,
And fit us to dwell with our Father in Heaven.