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tragic story of her deliverance. With what delight he recites the tale! We actually see him stooping to hear the expiring cries which had been reported to proceed from the earth. We behold him feeling for ground, which by its softness might bespeak recent disturbance. He comes at last upon a broad stone, from beneath which one of the faintest audible sounds ascends. He removes it, and finds a naked female infant about a month old! He and Mrs. Moffat take and nourish her as a daughter; they train her for God; they bring her to England; there she stands before us, clothed in European apparel, and able to speak three languages! With what delight and admiration the assembly gaze upon her and her deliverer! Poor girl! there she is, without a friend on earth, but those which the Gospel of mercy has procured her. To that man and his partner, she owes everything that can render life dear and death happy. What an example of the benevolence of the Gospel of Christ the spectacle presents to the juvenile audience! Mr. Moffat next presented a young man, also a native of Africa, who addressed the meeting in a few simple thoughts, expressed in very good English.

The Rev. A. Fletcher next followed in a speech of remarkable power and appropriateness. It was in the best manner of that prince of preachers to juvenile assemblies. Utterly forgetful, or utterly regardless, of the presence

of his ministerial brethren, and of all other adults, he descends at once to the level of his auditory. Happy art! He plunges at once into his subject. Every ear is erect; every eye is fixed upon him; the buz and the hum expire in a breathless stillness, which neither the Chairman nor even Mr. Moffat has been able to command. He had asked a school-boy, some days ago, who were the Heathen; and the boy replied, “The Irish!" This is good to start with. He shows who they really are, and what is their state. He presents a most touching picture of their wants and sorrows. Then comes the lion. He remembers a famous lion, at Exeter Change, where the Hall now stands, which was, many years since, the object of wonder and terror to little holiday-folk. This lion was very old and very powerful; but there is another lion, six thousand years of age, and of strength the most gigantic, and fierceness the most appalling. He leaps from nation to nation, and devours mankind in every land. Besides this magnificent and terrible beast, there are destroying mankind, three mighty robbersIgnorance, Idolatry, and Cruelty. Having descanted on the first and second of these three robbers, he reaches the last, Cruelty; and, detailing his crimes, he seizes a lovely little Chinese child, that is beside him, and whose mother had put out its little eyes, and exhibits it to the auditory. What a sight for a mass of

English youth! How strikingly illustrative of the horrid cruelty of Heathenism! How strong an incentive to zealous efforts to spread the Word of the living God!

To Mr. Fletcher succeeded the Rev. Mr. Pritchard, from the South Seas; the friend and fellow-labourer of the late John Williams. Mr. P., to-day, wisely confined himself to matter befitting the occasion. He has scarcely begun, till forth comes a horrid idol, formerly one of the chief gods of Rarotonga, jet-black, and highly decorated. This hateful object was intently gazed at by the juvenile spectators, with a mixture of astonishment and pity. Next comes one of the gods of Mangaia, a contemptible thing, composed of feathers tied together. The youthful emotions, however, of the audience, were strongly excited, when the Missionary intimated that, to appease the imaginary wrath of this mere plaything, human blood had been shed and human flesh offered up! Mr. Pritchard then enlarged upon the subject of education in the South Sea Islandsa theme which was obviously agreeable to the meeting. Among other matters, he read part of a school hymn in the native language, when nothing would satisfy his hearers but he must sing it; and sing it he did, to the great delight of both old and young.

Mr. Freeman followed with an explanation of the horrid process by which the three blind

Chinese children, then present, had been deprived of sight. One of them was old enough to recollect that cruel process. The victim, being laid upon a table, was pressed down by a stool, and then a red-hot needle was planted in the pupil of his eye, which instantly destroyed vision. This act, it seems, was perpetrated, not as a rite of idolatry, but to subserve mendicant purposes, by exciting feelings of pity. A book for the blind was produced, and one or two of the children read with great facility. The exhibition of these hapless children produced a deep sensation throughout the Hall, and yielded a touching illustration of heathen cruelty.

Several other gentlemen and ministers addressed the assembled children, and the Chairman then arose to terminate the business; which he did by pressing on the attention of the children a sentiment, a motto, and a prayer. The children then sung the hymn "Joyful," and the meeting dispersed.



AGAIN the soon revolved year,
Bids us before our friends appear,
Our thanks sincere to pay:
May God from whom all good comes down,
His help and blessing grant, to crown

This welcome, annual day.

He is our first and greatest friend,—
Our mercies all from Him descend,
His providence their stream;
Our life, and health, and mental powers,
Our bibles, teachers, sabbath hours,
All point us up to Him.

To Him then, may our praises rise,
For blessings which we fail to prize,
As to be priz'd they ought;

And teach us, Lord, thy throne to address,
That on our minds thou wouldst impress
The truths which we are taught.

The gospel on our hearts engrave,
Its power that we may know, to save
From error's crooked way,
From Satan's deep-laid, varied snare,
The world's alluring, empty glare,
And folly's evil sway.

In mercy Lord, thou dost delight-
Then let thy gentle mercy's might,

Our spirits humble make;
Bid sin's dominion o'er us cease,
And lead us in the way of peace,
For Christ the Saviour's sake.

To us let all thy grace abound,
That after death we may be found
Amongst the blest above;

Then never will we cease to praise,
In noble, sweet, triumphant lays,
The power of saving love.

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