Tell of the pity of the Lord,

Of grace and mercy, preach the word;
For wonderful to us appears

That love for us he ever bears.

Though guilty, we're with pardon crowned;
Condemned and lost, we now are found;
Though dead, new life to us is given,

And everlasting life in heaven.

Oh! God, our God, to thee we cry;
Jesus, the Saviour, be thou nigh;
Oh! sacred Spirit, hear our prayer,
And save the afflicted from despair.

Scarce can we find a place for rest-
Save dens and caves, with hunger pressed;
Yet thy compassion is our bliss,

Pilgrims amidst a wilderness.

TWO VERSES OF THE HYMN IN THE NATIVE LANGUAGE.

Misaora any Jehovah,

Miantsoa ny anarany,
Mitoria ny asany,

Aminy ny olombelona.

Ambarao ny fiantrany,
Lazao ny famindrampony,
Fa mahagaga antsika,
Ny fitiavany antsika.

"WHAT CAN YOU SAY, SIR?"

WHEN Thomas Hoopoo, a native of the South Sea Islands, had been about two years in the Cornwall Mission-school, he took a journey with a friend, and spent an evening in a select company, who were much entertained by questions proposed to him by an irreligious lawyer, and his amusing answers. Thomas said in substance :

At length

"I am a poor heathen boy. It is not strange that

my blunders in English should amuse you. But soon there will be a larger meeting than this. We shall all be there. They will ask us all one question, viz. ‘Do you love the Lord Jesus Christ?' Now, Sir, I think I can say, Yes-What will you say, Sir?"

He ceased: a death-like stillness pervaded the room. At length it was broken by a proposition of the lawyer, that, as the evening was far spent, they should have a season of devotion, in which Thomas should lead. It was acceded to; and Thomas, in his accustomed meek and affectionate manner, addressed the throne of grace. Soon he prayed for the lawyer in person, alluding to his learning and talent, and besought that he might not be ignorant of the way of salvation through Christ. As he proceeded thus, the emotion of the lawyer rose above restraint. He sobbed aloud. The whole company were affected, and sobs drowned the speaker's voice.

Soon they separated, and retired to their respective rooms. But there was no rest for the lawyer. The question of Thomas rung in his ears-" What will you say, Sir!" He paced his room with anguish. The spirit of God had touched his conscience. He found no rest until he could answer the question proposed by that "heathen boy," with an affectionate trust in his Redeemer.

AFFECTING AND ADMIRABLE. HANNAH MOORE, in a letter to her sister, in 1782, relates the following interesting incident :

:

"The other morning, the captain of one of Commodore Johnson's Dutch prizes breakfasted at Sir Charles Middleton's, and related the following little anecdote :

"One day he went out of his own ship to dine on board

of another.

While he was there, a storm arose, which in a short time made an entire wreck of his own ship, to which it was impossible for him to return. He had left on board two little boys, one four and the other five years old, under the care of a poor old black servant. The people struggled to get out of the sinking ship into a large boat, and the poor black took his two children, tied them in a bag, and putting in a little pot of sweetmeats for them, slung them across his shoulders, and put them in the boat.

"The boat by this time was quite full; the black was stepping into it himself, but was told by the master there was no room for him; that either he or the children must perish, for the weight of both must sink the boat. The exalted, heroic nogro did not hesitate a moment. Very well,' said he,' give my duty to my master, and tell him I beg pardon for all my faults,'—and then-guess the rest-plunged to the bottom, never to rise again till the sea shall give up her dead.

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"I told it the other day to Lord Monboddo, who fairly burst into tears. The greatest lady in this land wants me to make an elegy of it, but it is above poesy."

"NOT TO MYSELF ALONE."

"Not to myself alone,"

The little opening flower transported cries-
Not to myself alone I bud and bloom:
With fragrant breath the breezes I perfume,
And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes;
The bee comes sipping every evening tide
His scanty fill;

The butterfly within my cup doth hide

From threatening ill.

"Not to myself alone,"

The heavy laden bee doth murmuring hum-
Not to myself alone from flower to flower,
I rove the wood, the garden, and the bower,
And to the hive at evening weary come.

For man-for man the luscious food I pile
With busy care,

Content if this repay my ceaseless toil-
A scanty share."

"Not to myself alone,"

The soaring bird with lusty pinions sings-
Not to myself, alone, I raise my song;
I cheer the drooping with my warbling tongue,
And bear the mourner on my viewless wings;
I bid the hymnless churl my anthem learn;
And God adore;

I call the worldling from his dross to turn,
And sing and soar.

"Not to myself alone,"

The circling star, with honest pride doth boast;-
Not to myself I rise and set;

I write upon night's coronet of jet

His power and skill who formed our myriad hosts;
A friendly beacon at heaven's opening gate,
I gem the sky,

That man may ne'er forget in every fate,
His home on high.

"Not to myself alone,"

Oh! man, forget not thou-earth's honoured priest!
Its tongue, its soul, its life, its pulse, its heart-
In earth's great chorus to sustain thy part.
Chiefest of guests at love's ungrudging feast,
Play not the niggard, spurn thy native clod,
And self disown;

Live to thy neighbour-live unto thy God,
Not to thyself alone.

JACMEL, HAITI.

-From the Kingston Evangelist.

H. W.