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she faintly whispered, "Good-bye, good- | bye." I cannot express what I felt; but the feelings that came over my heart are in my memory yet.

The first sound that fell on my ear, when I awoke in the morning, was,

Mary is dead!" Though I rejoiced to know that her captive spirit had got its liberty, and was safely lodged in its native home; though I believed her to be in the presence of Him whom, when unseen, she adored,

At Zion's everlasting hills,
Drinking at Pleasure's sacred rills;

and though the fourteen years that she spent in this world was one scene of unabated sorrow, yet nature could not but weep for her. To memory she was dear.

With Mary I had spent some of the happiest moments of my life. I remember her saying once, "I wish all the world knew Jesus."

Her aunt told me that after I left she revived, and knowing her time was short, wished to have it spent in the most profitable manner. She desired the person who sat up with her to read, which she did the greatest part of the night; but feeling weary, laid down. The anxious child, wishing to improve every moment of time that remained of her short life, entreated her to get up, exclaiming, "Read, read; it will not be much longer. Read about death." She read for the space of ten minutes, when Mary requested to be turned. Whilst in the act of turning

her, she sunk back on the pillow, and was heard to say, "Ah! I thought so. Come quick, quick, quick;" probably meaning, "Come, Lord Jesus; come quickly." A struggle ensued, the tent fell, and the heaven-born longing spirit fled to that world where it fain would be, on August 21, 1845.

'Tis finish'd, the conflict is o'er; No more I behold her on these mortal shores;

Her heaven-born spirit to Jesus is fled, Her skeleton form is entomb'd with the dead.

Days of weariness, nights of distress,
For ever are past, and she is at rest;
She's stripp'd of her rags, in a robe is ar-
ray'd;

Great was the cost her Saviour paid.

No more I behold her mourning o'er Him Who on Calvary's cross salvation did win. "My sin is the height of a mountain," she'd say,

"But one drop of His blood can wash it away."

Thrice happy child, how great thy estate! Thy poverty fled before heaven's bright gate!

Sin, want, nor sorrow cannot enter there; How blest the inhabitants! the country how fair!

The victory's obtain'd! what joy and delight!

A companion of saints and angels of light! Scaring in glory with seraphs above! Thou hast for thy home a kingdom of love! A SUNDAY-SCHOOL TEACHER. Lavington, Wills.

The Children's Gallery.

LETTER FROM A MISSIONARY

IN THE EAST INDIES. DEAR CHILDREN,-You have Christian parents, and kind Christian teachers, and the whole Bible; therefore, although you hear much of the poor Hindoos and Mohammedans, you can hardly picture to your minds the miserable condition of these poor people. You read in Acts xviii. 6, that "some

the people blasphemed;" but you

can scarcely imagine how dreadful it is to hear the heathen and Mohammedans blaspheming the name of the ever-blessed Son of God! You often hear that God looks upon these poor people, and calls his sheep out from the wolves, one here and one there; but the wolves do not like to let the sheep go away from them, and they oppose them very much, and evil entreat them; and why? because they

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hear the voice of the great Shepherd, and seek to follow him who "came to seek and to save them that are lost." I shall here give you a short account of a lamb of Christ, who struggled hard to get away from the wolves, but they were very strong, and got some who had the rod of authority to allow the little lamb to be taken away by the wolves again. The case is as follows:

Some Missionaries from the Free Church of Scotland came to this great country, and commenced a school at a place called Kampter, near Magpore, about three or four years ago. The place where the school is belongs to the English, but a heathen king reigns in Magpore. One of the boys told the Missionaries last year that he believed in Christ as the Saviour of the world, and he would be a Christian. His father heard of this, and beat the poor boy very much, and imprisoned him. As soon as he was again free, he went to the Missionaries for protection. The father complained to the Rajah (King), aad he applied to the acting Resident, Capt. Ramsay, who ordered that the poor boy should be given up to his father. This compelled the Missionaries to give him up, because they could not do anything against the law. He was led away by his furious enemies, looking sorrowfully on the ground. A native Christian went and tried to speak some words of comfort to him, but he was soon driven away by the curses and threats of the angry Hindoos, whom some people call meek and gentle. The boy was taken before a number of Brahmins, to answer questions which were to be put to him. The first question asked was, "Have you eat any food at the Bungalow ?"

(that is, the house where the Missionaries lived.) The boy answered at once, "I did eat." All the assembly called him a liar; but he yet declared, "I did eat, and of my own free will." The Upadhya, (that is, the Brahmin who presided,) said that the boy might be restored to his original rank if he would drink water that had been sanctified by the washing of Brahmins' feet. The courageous boy said, "I will not drink any of the dirty water in question. I do not wish to be admitted into caste again. I desire to be baptized, and to be a Christian." When they could not shake his firmness, they sentenced him to be imprisoned for a year. There he was taken, and his legs were tied with cords for some days. The native Christian who tried to speak to him on his way to prison. succeeded in getting into the prison, when the boy's parents went to see him; he saw him very badly treated, but he could not help him. Another day he went, and took a copy of the Acts of the Apostles, and some parts of the Bible in writing, and gave them to him; but some policemen near saw them, and took them from him. At last, after three months' dreadful suffering the Brahmins succeeded in making him say he had not eaten, as he before stated; but to show that his heart remained the same, I will give you a copy of a letter he wrote to the English gentleman who had ordered him to be given up to his father. He wrote as follows:

"HONOURED SIR,-I don't wish to worship idols, because I don't believe on them; and I wish to become a Christian by the righteousness of Jesus Christ. He is the Son of the living and true God who made the world.

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He is the Saviour of men. He suffered much pain in this world for men, and I suffered also much pain in prison for about three and a half months; and the King did not justice very well, and he kept me in prison in vain (that is, unjustly); and you told the King to give Baba near his father-that also the King did not do. I am lying in the verandah of the house, and I feel much cold in the night. I am awaking in the night three times by cold; and I can't become a Brahmin, because I don't wish. Therefore, how many days shall I suffer pain? Therefore you give order to become a Christian by grace, because you have liberty to give order. Now in Poonah, and in Nagger, and in the Bombay, Brahmin become a Christian, but they did not suffer pain like me, and I suffer much pain in prison.

"I am, your very humble servant,

"BABA PAUDURUNG."

Now, dear children, I dare say you remember when Peter was put in prison, all the Christians prayed for him, and God heard them, and delivered him. What I want you to do, besides the Missionary-boxes, is to pray much to God to help this poor boy, and to bring him out of prison, and make him his own for Christ's sake; God will surely hear you. I will show you, by a copy of a prayer, how God had taught a poor Hindoo to pray, which, as a Hindoo, he never knew.

Copy of a prayer found in the house of the Missionary after the Baba had left it:

"O God of assemblies, forgive my sin, and make my heart to be changed, that I may serve thee; and let not any danger come in this house because I am living here, and am crying near

you every day. And do thou hear and make my mind pure; this I pray every day near you, and keep this house, and allow not to any man to come here and try to take me away; and bless my relatives and friends, and make their hearts pure, that they may serve thee, and worship thee, and continue (walk) according to thy wish. Also make my father's, and my mother's, and my brothers', and my sisters', and also my wives' hearts pure, that they may serve thee, and worship thee, and put away their bad evil thoughts, and put good thoughts, that they may not take me away from this any more. And give ear to my prayer, and bless me; and also to my two supposed fathers, (that is, the Missionaries,) and also to Mrs. Hislop, and also to Mrs. Apler, (the Missionaries' wives,) for the sake of Jesus Christ."

This prayer is so beautiful, that it requires nothing to be said for it. Of course he cannot yet write English as English boys can. Perhaps you may get tired of reading if I write any more, so I will try to tell you something more about this little believer in Christ afterwards; in the mean time, I hope all who read this will pray every day like him; I may then be able to tell you that God has opened his prison doors. Yours, in Christian love,

Benares, East Indies, June 27th, 1849.

J. M.

THE MISCHIEVOUS BOY.

BY ISAAC T. HOPPER.

I RESIDED in Philadelphia, in the vicinity of a market. One evening, as I was quietly sitting with my family, I heard a loud rap at my front door. I immediately went to the door, and

was surprised, on opening it, to find no one there. I shut the door, and turned to go to the parlour. I had hardly proceeded a yard before rap, rap, went the knocker again. I hastily opened the door, but no one was to be seen. I concluded that some mischievous boy was disposed to have a little sport at my expense; but as I was not willing to be annoyed with mischief, I shut the door and kept hold of it. Very soon the raps were repeated. I suddenly opened the door, but nobody was to be seen. The evening was dark, and, as I stood in the door, the raps were renewed for a few seconds. I stood in astonishment! but upon putting my hand upon the knocker, the mystery was unravelled. I found a string tied to it, and my little persecutor was standing behind one of the pillars of the market, with one end in his hand, operating upon my knocker at his pleasure. I closed the door and went out a back way, passing down the street on the foot-way, till I got some distance below the lad, when I turned and came up behind him, and took hold of his arm. He was very much alarmed, and began to entreat me to let him go; when the following dialogue took place:

"Well, my lad, thou art amusing thyself at my expense. I want thee to go home with me."

"Oh, you are going to whip me; please let me go, and I will never do so again."

"I will not whip thee, but thou must go home with me."

After repeated assurances that I would not whip him, at length the poor fellow consented; but he had no faith in my promise not to whip him, and went in the full expectation that he was to be punished. I seated him in the parlour, and took a seat by his side. He was a bright-looking little fellow, about thirteen or fourteen years

of age.

I asked him if he went to school.
He replied that he did.

"Canst thou read?" I inquired.
"Yes."

"Well, let us read a few chapters in the Bible."

I opened the Bible, read a chapter, and then gave it to him; and I was

much pleased to discover that he could read so well.

We spent about an hour in that manner, when I remarked that we had spent the evening very pleasantly together, I now thought it was about time for him to go home.

"If thy father or mother inquires where thou hast been," I said, “tell them that thou has been spending the evening with me; and when thou feelest an inclination to be a little mischievous, call upon me. I shall always be pleased to see thee."

He left my house rejoicing, and never troubled me afterward.

CHILDREN'S REST.

WHILE His eye is glancing o'er us,
While the breeze of day is still,
For the love our Maker bore us,
We will rest, as speaks his will.
Darkness rises from the shadow

Which the sun descending flings; Soft he leaves us-bright and glad, Oh! Morning he to others brings.

We will sleep, for God is waking,

All the stars declare of him;
His the morning gladsome breaking,
His is evening, gentle, dim.
His are my infantile slumbers,

His the careful friends that watch,
His the hymn's responsive numbers,
And the prayer that angels catch.
While His eye is glancing o'er us,
All in slumber, all may rest;
Christ, his only Son, before us,
Slept and woke to make us bless'd.

CHILDREN IN HEAVEN. WHO are they whose little feet, Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reach'd that heavenly seat They have 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 portals of the sky." Each the welcome "Come" awaits, Conquerors over death and sin: Lift your heads, ye golden gates!

Let the little travellers in !

The Cabinet.

DO YOU KNOW JESUS?

"And they shall teach no more every man his neighbour, and every man his brother, saying. Know the Lord: for they shall all know me, from the least of them unto the greatest of them, saith the Lord," JER. xxxi. 34.

WE would make this important and solemn inquiry of the young, of those in the prime of life, and of all whose hoary hairs plainly foretell that their bodies will soon mingle with the clods of the valley.

You who are in the bloom of life, your hearts filled with joyous anticipations of future bliss, do you know Jesus? Many, we fear, know him not, "whom to know aright is life eternal." You grasp eagerly some gilded prospect of earthly joy; but when gained, lo! it is only a bubble, it has vanished! You seek the fountain of unhallowed pleasure, that you may quench your thirst; but you turn from it more wretched than before. Again a lovely spot is viewed in the distance. "Surely," you say, "there will I entwine for myself a wreath of happiness.' No sooner is it placed upon your brow than the rose is withered, and the piercing thorn alone remains. Such is earthly happiness!

And now we would invite you to seek a knowledge of Jesus; in him you will find imperishable joys. He will give you to drink of the water of life freely, and an unfading wreath of glory will be yours. Come, now, acquaint yourself with this Saviour! We entreat you early to give your hearts to God, that you may enjoy his smiles on earth, and dwell with him in heaven! Some of you have devoted your lives to the service of your God. You have chosen Now let your

the good part, which shall never be taken from you. light shine, that your Father may be glorified: “If the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!" Seek God frequently each day in your Bible, and in your closet; and by continually watching unto prayer, see that you enter not into temptation. Be it your constant care to persuade others, by your life and conversation, to come and go with you to the better land. Yours, what a glorious portion! Keeping near the side of your Saviour, he will care for you, as the lambs of his flock; he has a mansion already prepared for you. See that you fall not out by the way, prove

faithful, and

"Soon the joyful news will come,

Child, your Father calls you home."

Of you who are somewhat advanced in life, we would ask, Do you know this blessed Jesus? It would seem that you had seen enough of the dire effects of sin, to have sought refuge ere this in the ark provided for perishing sinners. Ah! sad truth, with numbers this is not the case. Beguiled by the alluring snares of Satan, you have wandered on, and on, until you are in danger of rushing heedlessly over the precipice of time, into the gulf of eternal perdi

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