THE JOURNEY TO JERUSALEM. "And they were in the way going up to Jerusalem; and Jesus went before them; and they were amazed; and as they followed, they were afraid."-MARK x. 32. JESUS! what was that which drew thee To Jerusalem's ancient gate? To my spirit, now, draw nearer, Let each moment prove thee dearer, To the world thou hast sent me, Like the twelve that saw thy face, Ever ready, ever willing. Let me gladly see my calling, When and where thou sendest me, Never into darkness falling, Gazing on futurity; But obey when thou hast bidden, Though thy counsel should be hidden. Let me follow thee, my Saviour, Oh my Lord, if thou shouldst ever Then draw nearer, if thou smite me, So shall I. hosannahs singing, All the desert-way rejoice Late and early praises bringing, But with feeble, earthly voice. Though these broken notes distress me, LAURENTIUS LAURENTI. • Hymns from the Land of Luther, translated from the German, Second Series. Edinburgh: Wm. Kennedy, 1855. OUR WOUNDED SOLDIERS AT SCUTARI. We think our young friends, the readers of the Juvenile Record, can, and we are sure they will, help to carry out the suggestion contained in the following letter from one of the chaplains of the Church of Scotland at the Hospital of Scutari,-an extract from which we find published in the Edinburgh Advertiser: "HOSPITAL OF Scutari, 2d February. "You will wonder, perhaps, at learning from this note that I am stationed at Scutari, instead of being with our troops in the field, as I had expected to be long before this time when I left Edinburgh. But I am sure you will approve of the course which I have taken when I tell you my reasons. "When I came out here, I found that never, from the opening of this hospital, had any Presbyterian clergyman been stationed here, although hundreds of our brave countrymen had been languishing on beds of sickness, and dying. This, I felt, was not as it should be; for although the English chaplains might do their duty as faithfully by them as by others, I felt assured that it would be a far greater comfort to our poor fellows, and would even make a deeper impression upon their minds, if they were dealt with by one of their own Scotch ministers-one who could understand their feelings-to whom their tongue was not strange; and so, accordingly, having no one to say to me yea or nay, I determined to remain where, to the best of my judgment, the calls of duty were the loudest and most urgent. And experience has proved that I was not mistaken in my supposition. "It has been very affecting the hearty welcome which I have, in general, received from our suffering countrymen, and the unbounded gratitude which they have expressed for my ministration. More than once has it been said to me: 'Ah! sir, I am quite contented now; I have got everything that I want when I have got one of our own ministers to come and speak to me, and to pray with me.' It is, indeed, very encouraging to meet with men who give such testimony of confidence and affection, as I feel that this, humanly speaking, is calculated to carry home such counsels and admonitions as I may give, with tenfold force to the hearts of those whom I visit. VOL. IV. No. III. MARCH 1855. "There is one thing which weighs more and more upon me every day in my ministrations,—and that is, the deep necessity of having another chaplain sent out from the Church of Scotland to labour among the sick in and around Scutari. As far as I can learn, there are at present in the several hospitals here-seven of them-no less than seven thousand men. Of these a very considerable proportion are Scotchmen, and Presbyterians. I need not say how utterly impossible it is for me to attend to all, or even a very large proportion of these, scattered as they are over miles of corridor, and in hospitals at considerable distances from each other. In the largest hospital alone there are, I am assured, three miles and a-half of beds, and I am satisfied that it is no exaggeration; and it does seem very hard (and our brave soldiers, I know, feel it so) that our noble countrymen, who have ever been the first to roll back the tide of battle, should be so far overlooked, that here, in a strange land, worn down by sickness and wounds received in their country's cause, they cannot have a minister of their own Church-one whose services they so much prize -to advise, to instruct, and to comfort them. Should you think of sending out any nice simple religious books for the use of our poor fellows here, or anything, in fact, that might conduce to their comfort or edification, I need scarcely say how gladly I shall do my best to second your endeavours." Several additional chaplains have probably arrived since the above was written. We may add, says the Advertiser, that any such contributions as the reverend gentleman refers to will be received by the Rev. Dr. Muir, 13 Saxe Coburg Place, Edinburgh. We propose, therefore, that all of you, dear young friends, should unite in collecting funds to buy "nice, simple, religious books," for circulation by our chaplains among the poor wounded soldiers at Scutari. The means thus supplied we shall hand over to Dr. Muir, by whom contributions for this object are to be received; and we hope to be able to report very soon, that a large supply of books have been sent off, as your offering of sympathy with the brave men who have bled and suffered for our country. NORTH-WEST AMERICAN MISSIONS. THE following extracts from the Church Missionary Record introduce us to scenes of missionary labour amid the wintry desolation of North-west America, and prove that even from these "ends of the earth" there shall be fruit found in the great ingathering : On March the 16th a great snow-storm came on. Travelling across the plains at such times is full of danger, especially should the wind shift and the snow commence drifting. The wandering Indian, enfeebled from want of food, and incapable of effort when most needed, has often perished on the dreary waste. Mr. Cowley writes: "March 17, 1854.-A cry of distress was heard from the plains at a little below our house, and, upon search being made, it was found to have proceeded from Isabella Sumner, in a state of exhaustion, or nearly so, from cold and frost. She went after her son David, who had gone from home without his mother's permission, and she followed to fetch him back. The storm of last night caught her at the edge of the lake St. Martin's, and compelled her to remain there in the rushes all night. This morning, when the storm had considerably abated, and the sun was risen upon the earth, they made an attempt to walk home. Before doing so, however, knowing her great danger, she set up her sled on end to mark her track. They succeeded in making a little progress towards the house; but, being very wet, they soon began to freeze, and to get so benumbed as to be incapable of further effort; so they sat down on the snow and raised a cry of distress, hoping that some one might hear and come to their relief. As soon as their case was discovered, we sent-indeed the people most earnestly ran-without delay, and got them home to our house. I cut David's shoes from his feet. Mrs. Cowley and the women attended to Isabella and her infant daughter, and ordered all the frozen parts of both of them to be rubbed with snow till vitality, or at least a complete thawing of the parts, should be produced. During this process, we fed them at first with a little warm milk and water, then with stronger food and a little tea; and when we had thawed their feet and warmed their stomachs, we put them both to bed, wrapping the body warm, but exposing the head for the benefit of breathing fresh air. After they were a little comforted, we led their thanksgiving to God for the very merciful answer which He had vouchsafed to their prayers. They called upon Him, and He heard their cry, and delivered them from their distress. Had they remained another hour without being discovered, I fear all hope of recovery would have fled. Isabel told me that she prayed to God all night, and that David, too, prayed much, and also taught her what to say in her prayers. She assured me that she was not at all afraid to die; and that David, finding they were in the hand of death, exhorted his mother to cease calling for human aid, and to resign herself to their fate, saying that they should soon be with God, in a much better place than this in which we now live. David is yet unbaptized, but had learned to know God in the school. May we not hope that, when time shall have matured that knowledge, he, too, will join himself to the Lord in a perpetual covenant which shall never be broken? I could not but feel the greatest satisfaction for all the labour, and toil, and doubt, and anxiety-if my poor imperfect services are worthy such dignified terms-which, during a course of ten years, I have been permitted to sustain on their account. I felt it to be more than a reward for all to witness two poor Indians, in the very jaws of death, struggling successfully with the king of terrors, and enabled, without a fear, thus to resign themselves, in hope of a glorious inheritance in that world of bliss which a preached Gospel had opened to their view, and which the sweet influences of the blessed Spirit had graciously led them to embrace. The case was almost too much for my feelings. To God be all the praise! To Him it assuredly belongs, and I gladly give it, and bless His wonder-working power, which, from Ojibwa hearts, can produce such fruits. O Lord! make bare Thine arm, and do Thy great work, and none shall let or hinder: so shall Thy kingdom come!" Mr Cowley's arrival at the Indian settlement was soon followed by the breaking up of the long winter, a joyful and welcome event at all the missionary stations throughout Rupert's Land-when "the winter is past. . . . the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come," and the keen and wintry blast is succeeded by pleasant weather. Then the plough is called into requisition, and busy hands consign to the earth the seed of a harvest to be gathered in before winter resumes his reign over these far northern climes. Long and dreary was the winter that prevailed in the earlier period of missionary labour in Rupert's Land. It seemed as though "times of refreshing" would never come. But the following description of an Easter communion at the Red River will shew |