out of the snow, but I shewed no signs of life. They lifted me on their shoulders, and carried me home for dead. I was laid

on a bed before a large fire, and every means they could devise were employed to restore me to animation; and, by the help of God, they were at last crowned with success. How then could I cease to love such a faithful and affectionate creature?" and the tears flowed down his face, as he added, "I will be between him and all that would hurt him, and take pleasure in attending to his wants and comfort while he lives, which, poor fellow, I am sorry it is so, cannot be long."

"At our last May meeting of the young," said he, "we assembled in a beautiful chapel. At the close, an old warrior got up, and begged the privilege of addressing the children. He began Children, you live under a very different dispensation from that under which we lived when I was a child. Then, children were not safe away from their parents; they dared not stray out of their district, for lionshuman lions-prowled about, seeking whom they might devour.' I knew a man who had a nice little son, of whom he appeared fond. On one occasion, caressing the little fellow, he said, 'Son, you will some day become a warrior." This was the highest compliment that the parent could pay to the child; and the latter was very much gratified. In process of time, the child became a little stout, plump fellow; and the father said to him, Son, my appetite for you I cannot control.' What!' replied the son; I thought you told me I was to be a warrior!' 'I did; but your head looks so fat and so nice :' and without further ado, he killed, baked, and actually ate his own son! This produced no further emotion in the island (such was its awful state of degradation at that time,) than would have been produced in our country by a parent ill using his child. But these human lions have now, many of them, become lambs. I will illustrate this by another fact. I was once very powerfully struck with the fulfilment of that beautiful passage recorded in Isaiah: The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the

kid; and the calf, and the young lion, and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them.' Our chief, Makea, of whom you have heard and read much, and who is frequently mentioned in Mr. Williams's work, was one of these savage lions. He was accustomed to prowl about, with an immense club over his shoulder; and it was his savage delight to butcher whoever came in his way. After he became, I trust, a child of God, I called to see him, and found this former lion sitting with a little child, who was teaching him to read. could not but call to mind the latter part of that verse-'A little child shall lead them." "

A CHILD'S PRAYER.

A TRUSTFUL little child that loves
And leaves all to his Father's care,
That all his Father's deeds approves,
Nor once to grieve or murmur dare;
Such, Saviour, let me ever be-
Such my relation unto thee.

Make me a gentle little child,

Who knows but one on earth to love,
And who amid the deserts wild,

Dare not without his Father move,
But clasping close the outstretched hand,
Treads firmly on the shifting sand.
Oh! treat me as a wearied child,
And let me lie upon thy breast,
And with thy voice of love beguil'd,
Forget the foes that would molest,
With gentlest voice, O lull each fear!
With kindest hand, O dry each tear!

I

Thus Jesus, Saviour, let me be
Not only child-like in my will,
But thine own child-a child of thee,
Whose love alone my breast can fill.
And if thy child-thine heir at last,
When earth, and grief, and care are past.

A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
Nicely covered in my bed,
God alone can safely keep

Harm and danger from my head.
Oh how gracious he must be,
Thus to mind a child like me.
Though my tender parents tire,

God still watches through the night :
Neither sickness, storm, nor fire,
Break my slumbers with affright.
Oh! how gracious God must be,
Thus to mind a child like me.
Soon my weary eyelids close;
Soon my little limbs, undrest,
Quietly, in sweet repose,

Till another morning, rest. God is my preserver; He

Cares for little ones like me.
By and by, in sleep of death,

I must lie down in the grave;
But the Lord, who gave me breath,
Then my trembling soul can save.

Helpless, sinful, though I be,

JESUS died for such as me.

Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale.

MAMOE, THE SAMOAN CHIEF.

ONE of the best missionary meetings I ever attended, was one held the other day in a town in the south of England. Mr. Stair, missionary from Upolu, one of the Samoan islands, and Mamoe, a converted chief of that island, and now a native teacher, were present. The Samoan chief freely mixed with the people, made several addresses, and answered willingly the questions which were put to him.

Till 1830, the Samoan islands had been unvisited by the light of the Gospel, Eighteen centuries had passed, and the glad tidings of great joy had not been heard there. The people were still sitting in

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