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The names of all were “called o'er,"
Those present answered “here.”
And did all this by rule,
"O what a happy school.” The scholars then did all divide,
As did their teachers too;
And each had work to do.
And in the circle stood;
And hoped I should be good.
Observing all their rules,
THE SABBATH SCHOOL.
To sinners such as I;
Wbich caused him thus to die.
If we on him rely.
In those bright realms on high. E. C.
The above cut represents the Angel flying in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to give unto all nations, and the Missionary giving the word of God to the heathen. God has honoured his servants, who love him, of all denominations. The Baptist Mission as you have heard, was formed fifty years ago, and they have translated the word of God into about forty languages and dialects in India. This must be an unspeakable blessing to that people, who never saw the word of God before. The Independent, or London Mission, has also done great good, especially, as many of you have heard, in the South Sea islands, and among the Hottentots and wild Bushmen in South Africa. And if you are not tired of hearing missionary tales, here are some that are very interesting. They were told by Mr. Moffat, a missionary, who has come over from Africa, at a great meeting in Birmingham Town Hall, when 3,0110 children were present. We have selected them from a pretty little book, published by Mr. Showell of Birmingham, and which may be had of any bookseller, for a penny.
It is called AFRICAN SCENES. Mr. Moffat began by saying, that to see such a sight as that before him, was worth coming from Africa. He was going to tell them what, he was sure they would not forget. He remem. bered what he heard when he was a very little boy, and he was sure they would. He knew, he said, a little boy, who mother loved him, and prayed for him, that he might fear and love God. When he grew up, he left home, and his mother, before they parted, after many entreaties, for he was very unwilling, got him to promise to read in the Bible every day.
Well, my children, the boy made the promise, and he parted with his mother, and he went tó another part of the country, where there were no mother's eyes to watch over him, no mother's
voice to warn him, and there he did what he liked, naughty little boy that he was. fond of music, and could play the fiddle, and he liked to go to balls to dance, for he was very fond of these nonsensical fooleries of the world; but mark well, for I know his history. That boy, when he came home, sometimes from a dance, and from playing the fiddle to large dancing parties, would then think about fulfilling the promise which he made to his mother, and he would sit down and read the Testament, and perhaps, after coming from a dance, he would read the 16th, 17th, 18th, or 19th chapters of John. Now, my dear children, what an awful thing it was to unite dancing with the reading of these chapters, giving an account of the Saviour's death on the cross ! It made him very 'unhappy, and he thought he would not keep his promise to his mother. He tried first to read without thinking, but he could not do that; the more he tried to forget, the more he thought of what he read. He then resolved at last to break ,his promise to his mother; and he went to bed once and again, and tried to forget his promise; but no, his mother's face and his mother's tears were before him, and he was obliged to get up in the dark and light a candle and read a chapter. Well, that was the means in time of saving that little boy from destroying himself; for he had almost done this, he had almost gone into the gulph of suicide ; and then he rejoiced in God,
and prayed for his mother, and thanked God that he had a praying mother.
This young man, for he bad now grown up, became very zealous, and went about talking to every one that would hear him; and thought to convert them all. It was hard work, but he did what he could. One day, while visiting in a town about seven miles distant, he happened to see a placard on the walls, announcing a missionary meeting, and he began to think within himself what kind of a meeting it was; and as he returned home he still kept thinking about it, and he called it to mind so that there was a resurrection of all he had once heard from his dear mother, by the fire-side; for his mother used to keep him at home, and taught him to knit stockings, rather than let him run about in the streets and get into mischief; and he remembered what his mother told him about Greenland, and the South Sea islands, and other parts of the world; and by the time he got home he was another boy altogether. He began to think and pray for the heathen, and in his exhortations to others he desired them to pray for the perishing heathen. In the course of time, a wonderful Providence brought that youth into a position in which he was himself sent out to be a missionary. He was at first afraid that his parents would not allow him to go, and he thought of leaving them without letting them know any thing about it; but when at length his mother heard of it, she