greatest delight. Their children were proper season of trial, he became a

native teacher; and an account, which is now before us, represents him every Lord's day at school, standing with his class around him, instructing the old men in the truth of God's Word. Though blind, he knows the church-service by heart. He goes through with all the services but the reading of the Psalms, and repeats the chapters selected as lessons.

He is now (says the writer) learning the Psalms from a little boy, and

trained to be cruel. Infants were kept from their mothers just to tease and fret them, that they might be cross. Food was kept from children till they were forced to steal it, or starve for want of it. Nothing pleased a New Zealand father so much as to find his child had killed somebody and eaten of the flesh ! Nothing was so great a luxury to them as the blood of an enemy to drink and his flesh to eat! An English missionary (Mr Mars-is about starting on a journey of den) residing in New South Wales, became acquainted with some New Zealanders who came there to trade; and, having won their friendship, he, in 1816, ventured to visit them. They received him and his companions kindly, but it was many, many years before any effect was produced by the labours of these devoted men.

ninety miles to make known the Gospel to a tribe entirely ignorant of it. "Picture to yourself," continues the writer, "that aged servant of the Lord Jesus, quite blind, crossing rivers and swamps and numerous hills to sit down in the midst of his enemies and make known to them the gospel of Christ."

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There is another remarkable case. In 1845 an English missionary at Mataikona was visited by four young men, sons of a chief of a distant village, requesting a visit. The missionary went. In process of time the chief and his sons embraced Christianity, and the old man was baptized by the name of Karepa, (or Caleb,) and became a teacher. In 1850 the missionary revisited the village. Karepa was dead; and the After a villagers came forward to greet their

Among the early converts to Christianity, under their preaching, was a famous old warrior, who had been noted for his barbarous and bloodthirsty acts. He was concerned in sixteen battles, in one of which his army took six hundred prisoners, who were killed and eaten ! He afterwards became blind, and when the missionaries went to Otawao he went to hear them and became a convert to Christianity.

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old friend, weeping and grasping his hand, saying, "Accept the dying love of Karepa."

giving drink from his calabash to the poor secluded natives, to the remnants of the tribes of the mighty, of the renowned of former days, now dwelling by twos and threes among the roots of the trees of the ancient

In a letter in which the son of the old chief related some particulars of his father's illness, he told of his gradual decay, of his cheerful resig-forests and among the high reeds by nation, and that when he found he was not likely to recover he had called his family around him, and with much energy had spoken a long time to them.

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the brooks in the valleys. I sent
four of my children to Mataikona to
meet him. They saw his face; yes,
you talked with him. You brought
me a drop of water from his calabash.
You told me he said he would come
to this far-off spot to see me.
I re-

"You well know," said he, "that I have from time to time brought you much riches. I used to bring joiced. I disbelieved his coming; you muskets, hatchets, and blankets. but I said, 'He may.' I built a But I afterwards heard of the new chapel: we waited, expecting. You riches called faith. I sought it. slept at nights; I did not. He came; saw some natives who had heard of he came forth from the long forest; it; but they could not satisfy me. I saw him; I shook hands with him ; I sought further, but in vain. Iwe rubbed noses together. Yes, I then heard of a white man at Kapiti, saw a missionary's face; I sat in his and that with him was the spring cloth house (tent); I tasted his new where I could fill my empty and dry food; I heard him talk. My heart calabash. I travelled to his place, bounded within me; I listened; I but he was gone-gone away ill. I ate his words. You slept at nights; returned to you, my children, dark- I did not. Yes, I listened, and he minded. told me about God and His Son Jesus

the stars.

"Many days passed by. The Christ, and of peace and reconcilisnows fell, they melted, they disap-ation, and of a Father's home beyond peared; the tree-buds expanded, and the paths of our forests were again passable to the foot of the Maori. We heard of another white man, who was going about over mountains and through forests and swamps,

"And now I too drank from his calabash and was refreshed. He gave me a book, too, as well as words. I laid hold of the new riches for me and you, and we have it now. My

"God be merciful to me a sinner!" was constantly on his lips.

"One Sunday, while we were at sohool in our little chapel, Leah came running to tell us he was gone. We went to the edge of the wood, where the body was; the soul had fled away to Jesus' city, to dwell with Him."

children, I am old; my hair is white;
the yellow leaf is falling from the
tawai-tree. I am departing; the
sun is sinking behind the great
western hills; it will soon be night.
But hear me do you hold fast the
new riches, the great riches, the true
riches. We have had plenty of sin
and pain and death; and we have
been troubled by many-by our
neighbours and relatives; but we
have the true riches: hold fast the
true riches which Karepa sought for
you." Here, as the son went on to
say, the old man became faint and
ceased talking; his family wept like
little children round the bed of their
father; they were few in number,
and far from human aid or sympathy. out?

Will not many who are reared in godly families or Sunday-schools, and who enjoy all the blessings of civil liberty and gospel grace, see blind old Solomon, the penitent New Zealand warrior, entering into the kingdom of heaven and sitting down with Abraham and Isaac and Jacob, while they themselves are thrust

A MOHAMMEDAN CONVERT.

E. W. was a Mohammedan of influ- | Turkish; for the Scriptures are freence in the city of T. Having had quently purchased by Turks of every a good education, he had been em- rank. He had never seen the book ployed by the Pasha of the province before, and he read it with great curias scribe; but being an honest man, osity; and so much interested did he his conscience was troubled by the become in it, that, hearing footsteps corruption and bribery which he saw, near, he thrust the book into his and he therefore gave up his office and bosom, and when he left the house, opened a shop. carried it with him.

One day this man was at Constan- While on his way back to his native tinople on business, in the house of a city, he fell in with B., one of the ArPasha. While sitting waiting to see menian Protestants. They got into the Pasha, he took up a book which conversation, and he began to talk lay upon the table, and began to read: about this curious book which he had it was a copy of the Psalms, in found, and brought it forth and showed