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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, ha and then they took out a hymn-book and began to sing, and they 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 her go." "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." "O," 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 upon 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

made his way to a high mountain, and stopped there that night and another night, and he could not get anything to eat but lizards, and he could get no drink but a very little water that dropped through the fissures of the rocks. Well, after some time, he thought he would go back to his home, and see what had become of his parents; and what do you think he found? Did he find his father, or mother, or friends? No, he found nothing but their bones; he found that all had been eaten up by the savages who had killed them. He then went away again, and lived in the mountains; and one day he came down in order to get a drink of water, and there came up a party of natives, and he trembled, and thought he was going to be killed and eaten too. There he stood till the party came up, and their chief seemed a feeling man, and had pity on the boy, and took him with him, and kept him as if he had been his own son; and he began to be happy again. But one night, another awful night, down came a party of savages again, and killed them all; but the boy escaped once more to the mountains, and there remained; he was so terrified that he dare not go back, and lived there month after month, having nothing to eat but roots and lizards, and he began to get so weak that he could hardly walk. One day, a man happened to go to the mountain to hunt, and passing by the mouth of the cave where this boy lived, he looked in and saw the boy's face,

and he spoke to him; but the boy had forgotten his language and he could not say a single word. At last, the man took him and carried him on his back to a missionary station. While these things were going on, while the parents of that boy had been killed and eaten up, a missionary came to that part of the country, and this was one of the men that had been converted by the missionary, and being out hunting, he found the boy and took him to the station. He took care of him, he washed him, he gave him clothes, and took him into the school, had him taught to read and write, and afterwards, that boy learned to love God, and God loved him and gave him a new heart. The boy then began to think within himself, was it for my sake that that man was sent to save me just as I was about to perish of hunger? was it for my sake, that God sent that man to save me? otherwise, I should have been eaten up, like my poor father and mother, or died of hunger.

Mr. MOFFAT went on telling many more such tales of African children, and also of the danger he had often been in himself from lions and serpents. Some of these we shall take care to let you hear of. But what a blessing is a Missionary, and his Schools, and Bibles, to such poor wretched creatures! Who would not help them? You will I am sure. And do not forget yourself You are only as a heathen if you do not love Jesus Christ!

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