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the heathenism of former days, and exhorted were all flying in front of the mission them to be thankful to God for having sent His

premises. A flag was extended over the servants to lead them from darkness to light. Our old friend Nohoat died in June last; but

gate-way, with the inscription in large the disappointment in not meeting with him

letters, WELCOME HOME. The orphan and was greatly modified by learning that, for four other children attending Mrs Johnstone's years before his death he bad been a member of school to the number of fifty or sixty, the church; and also, that his son, who succeeds

were drawn up on each side of the gate, him in the chieftainship, is a church member too, and foremost in everything that is good.'

and as we passed them they sang the

Aneityum version of the hymn, " There is Dr. Turner then sailed round to Mr

a happy land, far, far away." This, to my Inglis' station, and he thus describes the

mind, was the most touching and affecting blessed fruits of the gospel on that spot. part of the whole arrangments. On our

'Instead of the uncultivated heathen shore, side of the island there was an equal, but without a house to be seen, there are now at somewhat different display. As we came Aname, the lovely mission premises-church,

round in our boat yesterday, we were met class-room, dwelling-houses, and cheerful group of young men and women living in the

at the reef, near the landing place, by a neighbourhood, and under regular instruction.

crowd of natives, headed by the principal There were only seven young lads there who

chiefs, bearing a native palanquin decorated knew their letters in 1845: now there are a with flags; on this we were carried thousand people in the district who can read the

shoulder high from the boat to the garden New Testament. 'On the Sabbath day I attended divine service.

gate, the whole procession joining in a song, About four hundred were present, and they

in the same way as they inaugurated their listened with marked attention while Mr Inglis highest chiefs; and every one must shake and I addressed them. Some of them, after the hands with us, from the oldest to the service. shook hands, and said they could

youngest.' hardly suppress their tears while I spoke to them of the heathen times of eleven and fourteen

Mr and Mrs Inglis continued to labour years back. I was pleased also to see the

on Aneityum till 1877, when they came people pretty well clothed. Every woman, for home to get the Old Testament printedinstance, bad a straw bonnet, with the exception a work which will be invaluable to the of some three or four, and they had decent cotton

Apeityumese. Mr Inglis' station is now handkerchiefs on their heads as a substitute.

occupied by Mr J. H. Lawrie, who went 'There are at this station 130 church members. But one of the most hopeful prospects for

there in 1879. future progress which I saw here, was the

Dr Geddie, the father of the mission, select class of sixty young men and women, who died in 1872. The Rev. Joseph Annand cier tuition with a view to their being

now occupies his station. At present there employed as native teachers.'

are eleven missionaries labouring in the Mr Copeland, another able missionary, New Hebrides.

M. T.S. was now at Anietyum, able to take charge of Mr Inglis' station; and so Mr and Mrs PRIZE BIBLE QUESTIONS. Inglis went on board the John Williams,' THREE Prizes are offered for the largest number of

correct answers to the Questions during 1880. The to revisit their native land. They brought

Competition is limited to those under 14 years of age. with them the Anietyumese New Testament, The answers to be sent to the REV. JOHN KAY, to be printed in London by the British and

2 Cumin Place, Grange, Edinburgh, by the 25th of

each month. Foreign Bible Society. Williamu, a native, accompanied them to aid Mr Inglis with

19 In what song of praise are the Lord's the translation.

people compared to the sun ? Great was the joy of the people when 20 In which verse of Proverbs is their prothey returned in 1863. Mr Inglis tells us

gress in holiness compared to the increasing that when he reached the shore on Dr.

brightness of the sun in its course?

21 Which verse of an epistle describes the Geddie's side of the island, The British

death of the believer as his entrance into the flag and the flags of the different chiefs |



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Sleep, baby, sleep!

Christ Jesus loves His sheep:
He is ti
Who shed for us His precious blood;

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!

He searches out the sheep;
And in the dark and cloudy day,
He brings them back that go astray;

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!

The Lord will feed His sheep;
And lead them to the pastures green,
Where cool and quiet streams are seen;

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep!

The lambs He'll safely keep;
And none can dare to do you harm,
When round you is His strong right arm;.

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!

He watches o'er the sheep;
Till, every toil and danger past,
He brings them to the fold at last;

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!

Good Shepherd of the sheep,
Oh, let my darling little one
Be now and evermore Thine own!

Sleep, baby, sleep!

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Oh! your mother of course,' was his MOTHER'S PORTRAIT.

reply; who else could it be? The pattern M OTHER,' said Lucy Graham, I am of the shawl is exact, and there's no

perfectly tired of this weary sum; / mistaking the cushions at the back of the do what I like, the figures will not come

easy chair.' right; let me turn the other side of my Lucy did not quite see that this was a slate, and draw your portrait. Drawing is compliment to the drawing of the shawl far better than counting; and, mother,' and chair, rather than to that of the face; she added coaxingly, you look so nice in she was quite satisfied that she had made a the easy chair, with that pretty shawl: you first-rate likeness of her mother, and only are much better to-day, are you not?' wished it had been enclosed in a gilt frame But even as she spoke, the little girl instead of on her school slate. In that case, slightly hesitated, for she noticed her she felt quite sure it would have been mother's pale cheek, and the weary admitted to the exhibition of paintings, expression of her dark, lustrous eyes, where hung several of her uncle's pictures filled, as they were, with warm affection waiting for purchasers. for her darling child.

Lucy was ten years old when she drew • Yes, Lucy, rather better, I dare say; the portrait; she is grown up now, and but I am not a very good subject, as it is many a likeness of her mother has she called, for a young artist: it is a pity you drawn, though neither on slates nor in gilt have not some brighter face than mine for frames. No, Lucy's time has been too a copy; but do your best, and see if I will precious for that; years of delicate health, be recognised when your father comes Mrs Graham's earthly portion, have brought home.

work and care to her daughter, leaving Of course he will know who it is,' said but little leisure for the scribbling and Lucy; but, just in case, I shall print

sketching in which she used sometimes to “Mother" below it, and then he can make | indulge. no mistake.'

That girl is the very picture of her The smile that lighted up Mrs Graham's mother, some of the neighbours would face, at this artless proposal, was a lucky say, when Lucy, a few years after the chance for a good beginning; and if it is | beginning of our story, would be seen with true that patience and pains can do any her two younger brothers, and her little thing, I can answer for it, the picture sister, Baby,' as they called her, though would have been a success. Lucy began she was about five years old. How she again and again; rubbed out the left eye to looks after these rough boys, and that make it the same shape as the right, then little sister they are all so proud of! She rubbed out the right to make it like the is her father's treasure, I'll wager, and a left; for just as the two rows of her sum blessing in the house; I cant think how of which she was so tired would not agree, they would get on without her.' 80 the two sides of the face would not Run and meet father, baby,' Lucy correspond, and the nose would come out would say on a Saturday afternoon, when so broad, not the least,' as Lucy said, she had put on the child's coral necklace

like the original.' She knew this was the and pretty sash, to make her look her very proper word to use, for her uncle was an best. Tell him what à grand time you artist, and she had sometimes listened to and Willie and Robert have had at uncle his talk about pictures.

George's, and what a good girl you have Now, who is this?' said Lucy, as she been.' ran to meet her father, and held up her And were you not there, too, Lucy?' slate; can you tell whose picture it is?' | asked her father. for her mother had persuaded her to leave Oh no!' she said, and just half a sigh out the proposed title.

|escaped her; "I've been better employed.


Look at that heap of stockings I have been When work was scarce, and meals but scant, mending, and they are almost done now.' It was most touching, yet most sweet,

'Just your dear mother over again,' her To see him leave his little share father would say. You are her very | That mother might have more to eat: image’; and Lucy, in his smile of approba How beautiful in time of trial tion, had reward enough for all her trouble. Such brave and generous self-denial! Many a time does she think of the day

While pure, unselfish love like this long gone by, when she turned her slate

Made thre fond mother's bosom glow, and drew her first portrait. She did not

It filled with joy the father's heart, then know in what a different sort of way

Making their home a heaven below; her mother was to be her model ; but the

And pleasing God, who from above joy of doing what is right, although it

Bids little children walk in love.' brings denial of self along with it; the effort made to follow Him, who came not From infancy this generous boy to be ministered unto, but to minister; The pleasure knew of doing good; the thought of, at last, receiving His His God-given strength he would employ commendation, She hath done what she In helping others all he could : could';—all this makes her happy; and And now he is both stout and tall, she blesses God for a mother whose quiet, A favourite with one and all. patient, thankful, though suffering, life it

Edward, wben but eleven years old, is her privilege to imitate.

To see a poor old widow went,
'Twas winter time and piercing cold,

Yet o'er a fireless grate she bent.

*Poor thing,' he cried, “how cold you look,' "These things I command you, that ye love one another.'-John xv. 17.

While all the blood his cheeks forsook COME, children, all who love to read To see her, weak and shivering, sit u Of noble, kind, and generous acts, So helpless, yet so patient too. Unto my simple tale give heed :

Where do you keep your coals?' he asked, It is a narrative of facts;

Do let me make a fire for you.' All of a sweet, kind-hearted boy,

She answered with a heavy sigh, Whose actions filled a home with joy. • Alas, my dear! no coals have I.' By gentleness and kindness he,

No pitying words could Edward say; To brothers and sisters, tried to prove His little heart was filled with grief, How bright and pleasant home may be As home he slowly bent his way, When bless'd by daily acts of love:

Revolving means for her relief; Love opes the hearts of every one,

And as he walked, deep sunk in thought, Like flower-blooms opening to the sun. The help of God in prayer he sought. Oh! how the parents joyed to see

He called to mind a private hoardThe bent of little Edward's mind,

His very own,-his face grew bright; And thanked and praised the Lord, who had True it was for a purpose stored, To virtue's ways his heart inclined.

Yet home he ran with all his might, They daily prayed the man might still Saying, "I'm glad I thought of that, The promise of the boy fulfil.

I'll go without my Sunday hat.' Helpful and kind to old and young,

He took the pence, his heart a-glow He loved all creatures great and small; With pleasure at the very thought But oh! this good and duteous son

Of doing good, he said, I know Loved his dear mother best of all:

Where coals in bagfuls may be bought.' Blest with such love, she bless'd her lot, And thus it was the loving boy Though in a peasant's lowly cot.

The widow's heart made sing for joy.

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