THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL TEACHER. Could the redeemed lay by their palms, To wear a brighter, fairer crown: The theme is found-'tis Charity; "Tis Charity, Jehovah's theme! Woven the robe-eternity Shall brighten and reflect its beam. Blest is the man, whose mite is given, To feed God's poor-though small the boon, Shall his reward be lost?-yon heaven 243 With heaven's tall throne, shall sink as soon. Yet more exalted he, who shares The unwearied Teacher's holy toil, Who makes these chosen lambs his care; 244 HEATHEN CONVERTS. VISITS OF THE HEATHEN CONVERTS TO CHRISTENDOM DANGEROUS. It was urged, at the late annual meeting of the American Board, that a visit to this country by the Converted Heathen would be unfavourable to themselves; because there is so much of wickedness manifest here, that they would have less respect for Christianity than when they left their native shores.-Conn. Observer. WE hear of a lovely land beyond Our sunny Indian isles, Where the bright and perfect blessedness Of the Sinless ever smiles: Oh Earth! of thy glad garden spots, As the Missionaries' native home, Thence holy men came o'er the deep, And soft-eyed Woman came, With errand to our shores of HIM Whose is the hallowed name. HEATHEN CONVERTS. That lovely land is surely heaven, And its dwellers, shining angel ones REPLY. O stay ye in your Bengal bowers, The distant view is beautiful, Approach, and it is flown. There's darkness over Burmah broods, But there's sadder than the pagan night, The favoured nations on whom rest Are they that bow them down to gold, What speechless doom bides them that day 245 246 THE CHEROKEE WORSHIPPER. THE CHEROKEE WORSHIPPER. "She had her Matthew, Acts, and Hymn Book, very carefully wrapped in a new handkerchief. Before the exercises commenced, she would carefully unfold the handkerchief, read a verse or two in the Book of Life, then carefully fold up the books and press them to her breast, while tears of gratitude for the invaluable treasure, bedewed her sable cheeks." BEYOND the Father of the Floods, To lure the pagan from his gods, He taught the Indian, by the brook, Of a bright eternity; He taught in the wilds from Heaven's Book, And glad was the Cherokee. And with the worshippers knelt one Who lowly bowed her head, As if observing eyes to shun, And tears of joy she shed. THE CHEROKEE WORSHIPPER. 247 And she undid her handkerchief, And as she read of Him And bowed him to the fatal tree, Tears filled her eyes-the gushing flood That it should cost such precious blood And while the tears rolled down her face, The Book, that told her of such grace, How often have I heard the same And pride was bowed not down in shame, How often have I listless, pored Nor wondered, melted and adored, |