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rejoiced very much, and she said—“ I wish all my other sons were missionaries too.” Well, that boy went out as a missionary, and laboured amongst the heathen for five and twenty years, and learned languages, and saw hundreds brought to the knowledge of God; and saw schools established, and people taught to read in their own tongue the wonderful works of God. And that missionary came back and saw his mother; and he was one time preaching a missionary sermon in a chapel where his mother was, and when he came down from the pulpit he found his mother in tears, and he said to her, “Mother, you seem to feel what I have been saying;" and she replied, “O yes, my son, my heart rejoices at the spread of the Redeemer's kingdom.”

Now, that boy is going to see his mother again, and here he is– I am that boy; and he is come to tell you this day, something of what he has seen in Africa. Now, let me tell you about it. This is what people call an introduction to a sermon, and now for the matter of fact itself. I come from Africa. Yes, I was sent to Africa, and when I was sent there, I got a commission, that is, a commission to preach the gospel. A Bible was put into my hands, and do

you know who it was that put the Bible into my hands ? Many years ago I was ordained a missionary, with Mr. Williams, whom you have all heard of, and who was cruelly murdered in the South Seas. And who put the Bible into


my hands? It was your

Chairman. Here le sits, this day, before you. Never can I forget that period.” Oh, when I look back, it seems only yesterday, but when I look at all the events that bave occurred since that time, I say, that his prayers and wishes in my behalf have been heard in heaven. You may well think that I saw a great deal during the twenty-five years I was among the black people of Africa, and when I look on a scene like this, I almost wish that you were all black children, for then I should be at nome ; but I will talk to you with as much familiarity as if you all had black faces together.

You may wish to ask me, what do children do in that land ? I will tell you what they did be. fore the gospel was sent to them. They did nothing but mischief. They were taught from their childhood to pierce with the spear,

and draw the bow, but they could not read, they knew nothing of God, and never heard of heaven, or of another world. So you may conceive what lives they must have led. There was no meetings of this kind, no Sabbath, no Monday, no Tuesday, no such days at all; it was one long week from the beginning of their lives to the end. The boys there were instructed, it is true, but I will tell you what kind of instruction they received. About the age of twelve or fourteen, they were initiated into what is called maphood, and that is a very severe thing indeed. They

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• The Rev. J. A. James,



are taken out in the cold nights, and the nights are very cold there, so cold that there is sometimes frost. They were led round a field, and they have no jackets or trowsers, and they were often whipped to make them bardy; and if one cried with the pain, he was pierced with a spear. I know a man, whose son, when he was so pun. ished, looked up in his father's face, and cried out—“O father, that is painful,” and the poor boy wept, and his father thrust his spear through him; and that was the only education children received in that country. And the girls, when they come to a certain age, were also drilled, and prepared for the hard labour that women must undergo in that land; and in order to try their fortitude and endurance, a piece of hot iron was put into their hands, and if they dropped it, they lost caste, they were considered as disgraced, and were lost to society for ever. This trial is intended to represent that the earth is hard, and that their hands must be hardened too, for the work of cultivating the ground, which in their country is performed by women. O! my children, thank God that you are born in England. Now I will tell you what a delightful change has been brought about by the missionaries, and I will relate an instance or two, in which the gospel has been remarkably blessed, and blessed too, by means of little children.

I know not whether you are acquainted with the little story of a missionary having taken the

body of a little baby out of the ground, and rescuing it from death. I shall tell you the story. These were the hands that took the baby out of the ground. The baby was buried by its mother. Yes, its cruel mother buried it when it was only a month old, and left it for dead. A person who was coming from a distance, passed by the spot where this poor baby lay; and as she passed by, she heard something cry-it was a very faint cry, and she came to our house and told us what she had heard, and asked us if we had lost a kitten. I said that I would enquire; but I found that there was no kitten lost. A short time after, another woman came in, and she had heard that a mother had thrown away her baby. “Who knows,” said the other woman, “but that is the little baby I heard crying as I came along." When I heard this, I said, “if the baby bad been thrown away, it would have been eaten up." For little children who wander away from their parents are often devoured by savage hyenas, and I have rescued little children with my gun from this awful death. When I heard that a baby had been thrown away, I said to the woman, “where did you hear the sound ?" And she immediately pointed out a bush about half a mile from our house. I then started off for the spot, and Mrs. Moffat came running after me, but I ran fastest, and I was soon there, for I always felt anxious about little children; and when I got to the place, I looked round, but I


could see nothing, and I was just about to go away, when I happened to set my foot on a part of the ground which was very soft

. I thought this was very remarkable, and I looked down, but I could see nothing. And would you

think I could imagine that a baby was under the ground?

That never entered my head; but when I stopped to examine the spot, I thought I heard something—it was a very little sound. But my curiosity was excited, and I pulled away the loose earth, and after getting down about a foot and a half, I came to a large flat stone, which the mother had thrown in to kill her own baby; but the flag being somewhat larger than the bottom of the grave where the body lay, the child was unhurt; for when I lifted up ihe stone, there lay the little baby! There was nothing on its poor body; it was alive, and that was all. Well, I took it up, and gave it to Mrs. Moffat, who had come up by this time, and she took charge of it, and nursed that baby with a great deal of care and trouble, and that baby is now in England; she is fourteen years of age, and she can read and talk about many things, and she has been instructed in the infant school system. I wish she were here, for she could sing you a nice hymn, that would delight you. I can talk to her in three different languages, the Dutch, the English, and the Sechuana: so she seems to have lost nothing by being put in the grave. She is about to go back with me to Africa, as an

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