One of the Protestant Missionaries in Ireland contrived to save his life by reminding the people of this doctrine which they believed. You shall hear how it was. He was preaching to a crowd of people, who became so angry, that they seemed determined to take his life. What do you think the Missionary did? He put his hand in his pocket and took out a paper, which he held out to the people. "Look here," said he, "if you kill me your church is not infallible-if your church is infallible you cannot kill me." "How

is that?" they asked. He told them that this paper had been blessed by the Pope; that it professed to be a prayer

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WHO has not heard of Dr Morrison, who first translated the Bible into Chinese? Shall I tell you something about this great Missionary when he was a boy?

One Sabbath-day a lady went into a Sabbath-school; she was willing to teach, but there was no class for her. The superintendent of the school asked, "How would you like to go into the streets and gather a class?" The lady hesitated a little and then said, she would try. She went out and found plenty of ragged, dirty children, but she could only persuade three boys to come with her to the school. The boys seemed greatly pleased with what they saw, and were very attentive while the lady taught them. They readily promised to come every Sabbath; perhaps the superintendent's promise to give each of them a new suit of clothes had something to do with this. However,

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of our Lord Jesus Christ, which had been found on his grave. There were various promises attached to it; one of them was, that any person wearing it on going into battle should be preserved from sudden death. Another promise was, that any person wearing it could not be drowned; and another, that if a person wore this prayer during life, our Saviour would forewarn him three days before his death of his future happy state.

The mob thirsted for the Missionary's blood, but they loved their church too much to touch the wearer of that paper, and one by one they slunk away, and he made his escape.

GIVE UP.

on the next Sabbath there were only two of the boys present, the one called Morrison was missing. The lady sought him out, and brought him back next Sabbath, but with great difficulty. The next Sabbath it was just the same, and so the third Sabbath and the fourth. The lady thought she must give him up, it was really of no use to try him any longer. The superintendent, however, urged her once more to try and save him. Why, sir," said she, "the suit of clothes you gave him are all ragged and worn out."

"Never mind, I will give him another suit if he will come; I should like to keep the lad in the school."

So the lady tried again, and was successful in getting the truant back. He was told to call on the superintendent for another suit of clothes-he

got the suit, but next Sabbath he was

away again. The lady saw at last, that the only way to get Robert to school was to fetch him herself. She did this for three Sabbaths; and on the fourth she found, to her great surprise, that he was there in his place before herself, and that of his own accord. The lady had no more trouble with him; from that time he became very regular in his attendance. Robert Morrison, that wild ragged boy, became so changed that he would hardly have been known to be the same; and he was not the same, for he became a Christian, a new creature. You know

the rest. He was afterwards a Sabbath-school teacher himself then a Missionary, and, as he has often been called, "the father of the Chinese Mission."

How little did that young lady imagine that she was doing such a great work for the church of Christ, when she was drawing forth one boy from his wretchedness and ignorance. How little did she know of the many souls that were to be saved through that same ragged Robert Morrison. Is not this an encouragement to us to persevere in every good work?

A CHINESE HYMN FOR CHILDREN.

You have not read anything in your Missionary Newspaper for a long time about China and the rebellion there. You know that the insurgents have many Christian ideas mingled with errors. I have lately met with a poem which is intended to be learned by every child among them. Here are a few lines of it :

"Jesus, His first-born Son,

Was in former times sent by God.

He willingly gave His life to redeem us from sin.

Of a truth his merits are pre-eminent.
His cross was hard to bear.

The sorrowing clouds obscured the sun;
The adorable Son, honoured in heaven,
Died for you, children of men.

After His resurrection He ascended to heaven.
In Him we know we may trust

To secure salvation, and ascend to heaven." Is it not much better that the little Chinese children should have Bible truth such as this to learn, than be taught to worship idols as they used to do?

O happy day! O happy day!
When all shall own the Saviour's sway;
And not a land on earth remain
Beneath the power of Satan's reign.
When holy love, and peace, and joy,
Shall fill each heart, each hand employ;

And Jesus and his cross be sung
By every tribe, by every tongue.

O may the years pass swiftly by, And bring the Spirit from on high! When all this desert world shall be One garden, sacred, Lord, to thee! Edmeston.

ven, because I have kept two more than I have broken?"

How do you think the missionary answered this ignorant, self-righteous man? He replied in the same way that Jesus Christ often taught the Pharisees-by a parable.

He said, "I will tell you what I once saw on the river Ganges. The day was dismal, the wind roared, the thunder pealed, the lightning was vivid, the waves of the Ganges raged, the stream was swollen, and rolling so rapidly along, that it seemed as if it would swallow up any vessel that was hardy enough to venture on it.

"But see what is that? It is a boat in distress, filled with people rapidly hurried along by the waves. You can

here the shrieks of the people between the peals of thunder; and no wonder they shriek, for they see the rocks towards which the current is driving them. What can be done for them? If they could but be drawn into this little creek they would be safe. Those on the shore look anxiously around, and discover a chain lying near them. A man instantly fastens a stone to a rope, binds the end to the chain, and flings the stone away into the boat.

"WHAT Country are you going to take us to to-night, father?" asked little Jessie Campbell, as she and her brother and sister took their seats round the table.

"Oh," exclaimed Gilbert, “I think

I know. I am almost sure these bows and spears and feathers come from the North American Indians. Am I not right, father?"

"No," replied Mr Campbell, "they are from the South Sea Islands, but at

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Well, he has written home a very interesting account of a voyage he and some of the missionaries made to several of the islands in the South Seas, and among others to Erromanga. You recollect that two teachers were left there at the last visit of the ship. Captain Morgan says, We sailed to Erromanga, and found our teachers well. They had erected a small place of worship, besides dwelling houses. I went on shore with our missionaries and teachers, and with the chief and a few people we held divine service. Thus we were permitted to worship Jehovah in perfect safety and peace on the spot where a few years back our beloved missionaries Mr Williams and Mr Harris fell under the clubs of the savages, and myself with others had to flee for our lives. We returned from the service to our boats, and found the chief who killed Mr Williams on the beach. He asked permission to go on board, which we granted. On asking him why he killed our missionary, he said, that white

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men had killed his relatives, and he did not know anything about him.'"

"How strange!" said Mary, "suppose that man should become a Christian, how grieved he will feel that he should have killed such a good missionary."

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Yes, he would feel somewhat as the apostle Paul did, when he looked back on the days when he persecuted the church of God. And yet Paul could say, 'I obtained mercy,' and so may this blood-stained savage be brought to find mercy at the cross. But we must leave Captain Morgan and his ship, and listen to another traveller's tale about the Tonga Islands.

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Thirty years ago, these beautiful islands were islands of blood. The people were then in thick darkness, but the Sun of Righteousness arose on them, and now what a change! Listen to the account given of them by Mr Young, a gentleman who was sent by the Wesleyan Missionary Society to visit several of their stations. He says, With the exception of about fifty persons, the entire population have embraced Christianity; some it is true only as a form, but some thousands are now by the grace of God adorning the doctrine of God their Saviour. 1 was pleased with the reverence of the ple for the Lord's day. I never saw a Sabbath so hallowed in any part of the world.'

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"Mr Young remained two months in the island, and was greatly pleased with their king George, who is a preacher, and Mr Young heard him deliver a most interesting and earnest

sermon.