To witness all the members of a Jewish household graffed into the good olive-tree was indeed precious. Many present shed tears of joyful sympathy, and spoke afterwards of the moving sight, which had awakened in their hearts feelings of love and interest for Israel.-Rev. R. Koenig.

AMSTERDAM.

A Lame Man Baptized. The Dumb made to Sing. WEDNESDAY last, June 12, was again a remarkable day in our church. A deaf and dumb Jew, who is at the same time a dreadful cripple, but otherwise an interesting person, had been under instruction for several months, and was now to be baptized. You are aware that we have here quite a number of deaf and dumb proselytes, so the dealing with them is no new thing, and after having been some time in this place one becomes quite accustomed to it. Also we have several individuals among us who are very clever at interpreting for them, so that there is not much difficulty in such cases. The man referred to had given the most complete satisfaction during the time of instruction, and his testimony as to his sincere faith in Christ, and of having received the forgiveness of his sins, was exceedingly touching. So we had made arrangements for his baptism on Wednesday the 12th, which was, indeed, a week-day, but on Wednesdays is our proselytes' meeting, and on this occasion it was at the same time the day of Pentecost of the Jews. Thus we hoped to be all the more likely to have a number of Jews present; and in this we were not disappointed, for there were a considerable proportion of them, and also some deaf and dumb Israelites. It was truly an affecting sight as I stood in the pulpit, to see before me not only the fine Jewish countenance of the man who was to be baptized, but also in various other parts of the church groups of deaf and dumb people. I had taken for my text Mark vii. 32-37, from which I tried to draw the lessons and comforts suitable for the occasion; and I showed that, although the outward hearing and the audible speech might still be withheld, yet the Lord could and did even now open the inward ear to hear his voice, which was of far greater importance, and had also given the desire to the heart for utterance in con

fessing and praising his name; and after this short life on earth there would be an eternity to follow, where he would be able to praise the Lord as well as others. While I thus spoke the man was frequently deeply affected, and at times would sink his face into his hands.-Rev. A. Van Andel.

"CARRYING A CLEAN KEY."

A YOUTH, carrying a carpet bag, on taking his seat beside us in a railway train, pulled out his key to open it, but failed to accomplish his purpose. Round and round went the key; he pressed the top of the bag with all his might; yet it firmly refused to open its mouth.

"How very annoying!" he muttered. "I must get it open somehow."

Presently the train stopped, and we were joined by an elderly gentleman, whose attention was at once attracted by the impatient movements of our young fellowtraveller.

"Can't you unlock it, my boy?" he said. "No."

Out came the old man's spectacles. "Let's have a peep at your key," he added.

"OH, what little seeds!" said Bessie, as she took a handful out of her basket and scattered them on the ground; they look almost as fine as dust; can it be that plants grow up from such little things as these?"

"Of course they do," said Master Edward, as he came along with a wheelbarrow full of rich, soft loam; "my flower-bed is full of them; and when I have covered them up with this dirt they will begin to sprout, and at last grow up nearly as high as my head."

"Yes, Neddie," said little David; "you give them something to eat out of your wheelbarrow, and I will give them something to drink out of my water-pot, and they will grow up just as we do, Bessie."

"Do you know, children," said the old gardener, who was transplanting some choice slips near by, "that you are sowing just such little seeds all the time, and that

THE GARDEN.

"When you kneel down at night or rise up in the morning to pray to Our Father in heaven, you are planting the seeds of piety.

"And these seeds will all grow up into the most beautiful flowers and delicious fruits in after life.

"If you take good and constant care of them, they will become like strong and thriving trees, which will shelter and support you well."

"But what are the weeds?" said Bessie.

"Ah! when you are impatient, when you are out of temper, when you speak unkindly to your companions; when you obey your parents with pouting lips and an unwilling mind; when you forget your prayers, and neglect to learn your Sunday lesson; when you try to deceive your teachers; when you indulge in pride, anger, and selfishness; when you say, do, or desire anything wrong, then you are planting the seeds of evil weeds, Bessie, and a sad effect do they have upon our after lives."

"Then I will never plant any," said Bessie.

“God grant you never may," was the reply.—Juvenile Missionary Magazine.

PRAYING FOR HER FATHER.

A LITTLE girl in one of our Sunday schools had a drunken father, and there was, of course, much misery in the house. One night the child, of her own accord, knelt down, as if in prayer. Her mother saw her and said: "Why, you have said your prayers once." "Yes," replied the little one; "but I am asking God not to let the people sell father any more drink." The next day this was told the father, and the prayer of his child so touched his heart that he began at once to reform his life. He forsook drink, attended the house of God, and was soon after converted. Who shall say God does not regard the prayer of a child?

"JACK, HERE'S A BIBLE."

It is not very many years since the Feejee islanders were all ferocious cannibals. Roving from island to island in their canoes, they were wont to carry on war in the most cruel fashion, killing and devouring each other. It was in those days a dark prospect for any poor sailor to be cast upon the savage land.

Not long ago, a vessel sailing from Vancouver's Island was suddenly wrecked several hundred miles from Feejee. Thirtynine of the crew got into a miserable boat which they constructed; but their ship went down before they could secure a supply of provisions. They supported themselves as well as they could by killing two or three sharks, and they collected some water by means of a bit of sail.

After drifting about for more than twenty days, and being reduced to a deplorable condition, they struck on a coral reef, upon which it occurred to them that they were on the coast of the Feejee Islands; and they made up their minds, if that were the case, they were doomed men. They however crawled out of the boat on to the reef, their feet and legs dreadfully lacerated, and managed to reach a place of shelter on the beach. Wretched, and almost without hope, they dreaded what might after all be their fate. While waiting, however, in the utmost state of anxiety, one of them suddenly exclaimed, "I say, Jack, all's right; here's a Bible! We shall be saved! Christianity is here!"

The sight of that book, known to be a Bible, though it was in a strange language, filled them with hope. When you bear in mind that, in former times, the invariable custom of the Feejee Islanders was to eat the bodies of those who happened to be shipwrecked on their shores, whether white or black-though it is said they did not like the taste of a white man so well as they did that of a native-you will at once see that some change must have taken place ere a Bible was likely to be found there. Had any white men landed on those shores ten or fifteen years ago, every one of them would, to a certainty, have been killed, cooked, and eaten; but this shipwrecked crew at once perceived that the existence there of the Word of God was to them a sign of safety.