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infant school teacher, to instruct others. We call her “ Sarah Roby," and she calls us father and mother. The natives call her by a name which signifies one pressed under a stone." Now, although that girl does not love and fear God as much as we desire, we trust that she will do su yet: for it was a wonderful Providence by which she was rescued from death and brought under our care. And when, my dear children, you pray, pray for her, for God loves to bear the prayers of little children.

But I will tell you another story, about another little girl. This little girl was perhaps not more than two months old, and her father left her, and went to another country, to another tribe, and there he lived. He was a warrior, a very roughlooking man. This little baby grew up, and after she grew up she was left to do as she liked, and she went about wherever she thought she could get a bit of food. Well, this little child, after she grew up, happened, one day, to pass by the door of our school, when the children were singing a hymn, and the natives like to hear hymns very much; she listened and listened outside, but the poor timid child was afraid to come into the school. She was frightened, and went away. Another day, she came again, just as the children began to sing ; but this time she came nearer and nearer the door. The schoolmaster happened to be outside at the time, and seeing the little girl listening so anxiously, he

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came behind her, and put his arms round her neck, and asked her if she wished to come in and learn to read ; she was delighted. The schoolmaster then took her to another little girl, and said, " Here is a strange little girl ; you must be very kind to her, and teach her the A B C.” The little girl soon learned to read, and she grew up to be fifteen or sixteen years of age. One day her father came into my house ; he had travelled a great distance, 130 miles. I asked him where he came from ; he answered, in his own language, “I come from-I come from-I come from” but he would not tell me the place he came from. I then asked him, “Where are you going ?” and he replied, “I go-I go- I go-" but he would not tell me where he was going. I had in my hand a sheet of printed paper at the time, which I was going to take into the printing-office, (for we have a printing office at the missionary station, and print books there in the native language,) and I was going away when he stopped me, and said,

I want, I want-I want;" but he would not tell me what he wanted. I said to him, “ you must tell me what you want ?" And then he said, “ I want my daughter.” I was a little suspicious as to what he wanted with his daughter, knowing that the natives sometimes sell their children to be the wives of others, and I said, “what are you going to do with her ?" “I want her," he said, “ to go and teach me and my people to read !" But I was still a little suspicious, and inquired “who put that into your head to try to learn to read ?" and he said, “ I once met some of your believers, (they call all the natives who have been instructed by the missionaries, “believers,” in that country) -and there were two or three little boys with them, and they sat down by the bush all night, and they took out the Word of God and read it, and then they took out a hymn-book and began to sing, and ihey seemed so happy that I asked them how I could be happy, and they said, “ if you pray to God you will be happy too.” “ But the more I pray the more miserable I feel; but I think if I could learn to read I should be


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happy. Can you let my girl go with me; make “ There are no

makes' with us,” I said, “but if she wishes to go herself, I shall be very glad.” I then sent for the girl ; she heard that her father had come for her, and she came in and stood before me; she took no notice of him.

I asked her if she knew that man ? I said, “ Who is that ?” “ I know him very well,” (she said,)“ but he knows nothing about me.” The girl knew her own history, how she had been left by her own father, and she knew all about her father too. I said, “Here is your father, come to beg of you to go and teach him to read, and to go and teach the people to read.” But she remained silent. “O! were I you,(I said,)“ I know what I should do—I should be so happy to teach my father to read.” But still she said not a word; she stood as stiff as a stick. She behaved with respect to me, but she did not respect her father. I then asked her what commandments she was taught in school ? She answered and said, “Do you mean human or divine commandments ?” I said, “ Divine commandments." “ 0,” she said, “I know what you want me to say." " What is it?” I said. “ I know very well what you want me to say,” and she repeated the words—“ Thou shalt love thy father and thy mother.” I said “ That is the very thing ; that Jesus who sent me to teach you, that Jesus is looking down to see if you will be obedient and love your father too.” Upon my saying this the father burst into tears; his heart was full, and he said, “O my child, go with me, and I will carry you all the way;" 130 miles—a great way in a hot country. The poor child's tears flowed, and away she went with her father, and she taught him and his people to read; and that father came back like an antelope or a young deer, he came with so much delight, and he brought with him sheep and goats to buy books, that he might supply the wants of the people whom his little girl had taught to read. You now see, my dear children, what good even a little heathen girl can do.

I will now tell a story for the little boys who are before me. This is an awful, a terrible story; it will show you what heathenism is, and how people live in heathen lands. There was a little boy who lived not far from one of our stations. When he was very little, he lived with his parents and his friends, in a small village in a valley; but one night a party of savages came down npon them and surrounded them; and there was the piercing of spears, and the buzzing noise of those that used them, -and he knew well those sounds. He heard the groans of the wounded and dying, and he was greatly frightened, and crept under a bush, and escaped out of the village and got away to the bills. Here he hid himself; but still he thought he heard the groans of his father and mother, and he could not get the sounds out of his ears. He

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