Another young man, who had also been under Mr. Minor's instructions, and who still manifested a desire for improvement, asked, "Is it right to eat of things of fered in sacrifice to idols?" Thus was the seed, sown by the lamented Minor, springing up to the honor and glory of God. He had not been permitted to witness the fruits of his labors, but none the less surely were those labors seen and rewarded by the great Lord of the harvest. One soweth and another reapeth," but both unite in ascribing all the glory to Him who alone giveth the in

crease.

The year which had now elapsed had been, in some respects, one of severe trial; yet had it been marked by many and great mercies. The little band, indeed,

encourage.

missed from their ranks one of its most devoted and use-
ful members, but the departed one had gone rejoicing to
his rest, and his last words had been those of
ment and hope. None other had been summoned to fol-
low him, and though continued illness had obliged Mr.
Appleby to leave the field for a time, they were now
daily looking for the return of Dr. Savage, with a new
accession to their number. The cloud, which had gather-
ed with such portentous blackness, had burst in blessings.
The Mission seemed only the more firmly established by
the events which had so seriously threatened its over-
throw. The missionaries had been gratified by con-
vincing proofs of the sincerity and steadfastness of the
young converts, whose affectionate adherence had solaced
them in the midst of their trials, and other wanderers
had, from time to time, been gathered into the fold of
Christ.

CHAPTER XXIX.

Death of Warra Hobah, alias Alexander V. Griswold.

WHILE Some of these young disciples were witnessing a good confession, amid scenes of toil and strife in their own benighted land, another was bearing his testimony to the power of Divine grace, far away in the quiet sick chamber, where Christian friends gathered to soothe, with their kind offices, the last moments of the African stranger.

Warra Hobah had entered the Mission school at Mt. Vaughan several years before, and had made such good use of the privileges there enjoyed, that the missionaries determined to send him to the United States, to learn the art of printing. He was one of the fifteen native youths supported by the scholars and teachers of Grace Church Sunday School, Boston, and by their request, had received the name of Alexander V. Griswold.

He had accompanied Dr. Savage to Boston, and had been received into the printing-office of J. R. Marvin, Esq., where his conduct was so exemplary, and his improvement so rapid, as to excite high hopes of his future usefulness. He resided with Dr. Perkins, who was, at

the time, pursuing the study of medicine, with the intention of returning as a missionary physician.

On the 31st of October, Griswold addressed the following letter to his heathen father, the aged king of the Baboes: "I have very good friends here. I am living with Mr. Perkins. I am now learning to print, so as to come home and print books for our countrymen. I have seen the mighty works of the Lord. I have seen water, hard as stone and burns like fire. Witch never touch me. I am well. The Lord is with me; so you and all the old men ought to throw away your greegrees and serve God, because He, only, is able to save your souls from eternal punishment of hell. The leaves of the trees are falling off now, and as these leaves are falling, so we shall all fall. Oh! what a great punishment it must be to them that hear the word of God and do not do it; if we do not love God for all the things he has done for us, and above all, for sending His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, to die for us!"

He had passed through the severe winter of 1843-4 without injury to his health, but on the 5th of May, he was seized with a severe attack of inflammation on the lungs, a disease to which his countrymen seem particularly liable. Dr. Hale was immediately summoned, but notwithstanding all his medical skill, and the kind and faithful attentions of Dr. and Mrs. Perkins, the disease continued to make rapid progress, and on the night of the 16th, he breathed his last. The following letter from Dr. Perkins affords gratifying evidence of his preparation for death.

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'During his sickness, Griswold has given us, I think,

good evidence that he was not unprepare the early part of his sickness, he told me h should not get well, but die. I asked hi willing to die. Yes, I am not afraid to have not you been a great sinner; and y hates sin, how can you go to heaven? 'I forgiven me all my sins, and wiped them book for Jesus' sake.' If God should s live or die, what would you do? I wou he chooses, God's will be done.' What wish me to send to Dr. Savage, and to th

Ask Doctor to forgive me all bad things me. Ask the boys to pray for me that I Africa, a printer, and print the Bible for trymen.' Your father would say you now, would he not? 'Yes.' But wh about your sickness, are you witched? that witch is all foolishness; tell him G you, and God has taken me away-ble asked him if he would like to have pray for him on Sunday. He answered ver sir,'and then seemed to consider again v and repeated, Yes, sir, yes sir, very r then asked him what he thought the sending this sickness upon him. reply. He asked me, in a number of particular passages of Scripture, an where I might find them. He asked to third chapter of Matthew read-at an the chapter about those who are bless was the fifth of Matthew-at anothe

'To

mans, on the love of God. After reading this chapter, I reminded him of what he had said, that he should not recover,' and said, 'Griswold, perhaps God, who withholds no good thing from us, may see best for you never to return again to your country. He may see that if you should go back to Africa you would dishonor him, by again becoming a heathen;' when he replied with great feeling, apparently of horror at the idea, 'God forbid !'"

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On Thursday he appeared near his end, and often prayed aloud in a firm and clear tone-'Oh, Lord! forgive me all my sins for Jesus' sake.' I again asked if he was willing to die. He said, 'I ask not to live, I ask not to die; if it please God to take me I am ready to go, I am not afraid to die.' Said I, is God with you now?' Yes, he is always with me. Tell the school-boys that

they too must die, and 'What shall I tell your

I am an example to them that stand before God in judgment.' father?' 'Tell him, praise the Lord, oh my father; honor and worship him always, cast away all your greegrees and worship him alone.' About two hours before he breathed his last, he made a great effort to collect his thoughts, and prayed in such a tone and with such earnestness as I never heard before. The burden of his prayer was his poor country people and himself, and the love of Christ in saving us from the fire that never can be quenched.' When just ready to depart, he was asked, 'what would you do without Jesus?' He said, 'I should be a miserable creature-I should be lost.' These were his last words."

Why was this interesting youth brought in safety