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own sons stab aud kill and eat him! horrible! Perhaps the old man did so by his father. But how long, oh how long are these sad scenes to continue ?

Now, when the Missionaries go to the heathen, they teach them that these idols which they worship are not gods, and that they cannot hear their prayers nor help them. They preach to them, and form schools, where their children are taught to read the bible; they build places of worship and tell the people that instead of worshiping wooden idols, they must pray to the only true God, and read his word, and believe on him, and serve him.

God has greatly blessed the labours of his Missionaries in many parts of the world. Many of the heathen have been turned from dumb idols to the living God. Thousands of children, who (but for the influence of the religion of the mild and gentle Jesus on the hearts of their parents) might have been sacrificed in their infancy to the idols of their forefathers, or have been taught to worship them, have, through the blessing of God on the efforts of Christian Missionaries, been taught to read the bible, to pray to God, and to sing the praises of Jesus. They have been told of the sinfulness of men, of the majesty, power, and glory of

God, and of the love of Jesus, of the sorrows and miseries of hell, and of the joys and everlasting bliss of heaven; and many of them, it is hoped, have received the gracious invitations of the gospel, have sought the Lord, and have "tasted that he is gracious."

Now if you love the Saviour, can you let these poor people "perish for lack of knowledge" and do nothing to help them; nothing towards conveying to these benighted lands the word of life, the knowledge of the love of Christ; for remember the scriptures say, "How shall they call on him on whom they have not believed? and how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher ? and how shall they preach except they be sent?" Rom. x. 14. Perhaps you think that you cannot do anything to help on this great work; but if you cannot do much, you can do a little; you can pray that God would bless and prosper them; you can become a Missionary Collector, or at least a Missionary Subscriber; surely you have a halfpenny or a penny a week to spare for some poor little heathen child. Now though this may seem very little, yet if every child in England gave a halfpenny per week for the Missionaries, only think what a great deal this would amount to in a year.

But perhaps you are giving your little aid to this good cause, perhaps you are a collector or a subscriber, or in some other way you are helping to send the Word of Life to the perishing heathen. Then if this is the case, I wish you success; persevere and pray to God to bless your efforts.

Perhaps you would like to hear of what the Missionaries are doing in heathen lands, and what some children in England are doing for their assistance. I will try to send some such accounts, for your information. M. J. W. aged 13.

HYMN TO JESUS!

For a Sabbath School Anniversary.

OUR voices we will raise,
Upon this joyful day:
To Jesus, King of kings,

Our humble homage pay;

For Jesus well deserves our lays,
The guardian of our youthful days.

Once in the paths of sin,

Our foolish feet would stray;

But now we seek thy courts,
And learn to praise and pray;
To Jesus therefore praise belongs,
Crown him with triumph in your songs!

W.

THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE.

THERE is a lovely spot of ground,
Where I have long'd and wish'd to be;
The place where Jesus oft was found,-
The Garden of Gethsemane.

'Twas there those drops of blood he sweat; There Jesus pray'd and groan'd for me; Then can I e'er that place forget,

The Garden of Gethsemane.

'Twas there excruciating pain

Rack'd every bleeding pore for me;
Then, O my soul! 'tis not in vain
To think of dear Gethsemane.

Yes! when my heavenly home I find,
And there the wounded Lamb I see;
Those marks of grief will call to mind
The Garden of Gethsemane.

And while ten thousand ages roll
Their rounds through vast eternity;
E'en then forget not, O my soul,

The Garden of Gethsemane.
Lutterworth.

W. B.

LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

THE Evangelist John felt none of the storm of the third persecution at Ephesus, but pursued his duty in peace, though extremely weak and declining, being then near an hundred years of age. Continually, in his preaching, he urged his auditors to the great duties of love and tenderness for each other; and our Lord's great love to him, seems to have inspired his soul with a more extensive and generous affection than was common to the rest of mankind. Jerome tells us, that by reason of his great age, he was reduced to such weakness, as to be unable to go to the Christian assemblies, unless carried by his disciples; and that, not being able to make long discourses, he urged little more in those assemblies than this sentence, My children, love one another." Those who heard him, being at length weary with this constant repetition of the same injunction, said to him, "Master, why do you always say the same thing?" To which he returned them this answer, worthy of the beloved apostle: "It is what our Lord himself has commanded; and if we can perform this, we need do nothing more." Thus we see

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love is not only the fulfilling of the Law, but the perfection of the Gospel too.

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