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THE TWO FUNERALS.

ers. As chief mourners, are two young Missionaries, brothers, the youngest sons of the Missionary father before referred to. The youngest of them, Samuel, has been bereaved of his wife. Following them, came the wife of the elder brother, Joseph, accompanied by her elder child, and the Rev. J. S. Fordham. To them succeeded, as mourners, a company of young women, the members of the deceased's instruction-class, and then came the whole population weeping. In the silence of grief, the procession stops at the burial-ground, an elevated spot, where the dear deceased and her bereaved husband were wont to ramble. Can you realize his feelings as he now accompanies her to this favourite eminence for the last time?

The service is concluded. The weeping brothers return home. Home! no, no longer home; the light of the home is extinguished; no affectionate and beautiful Esther waits to meet them. Her favourite hymn is recalled to mind :

"Taken to an early rest,

Caught into eternity!"

The beloved absent-one was a victim to the climate of Feejee. In her last illness no murmur escaped her lips. She expressed a wish that her life had been more profitable, that her consolations might, in consequence, have been more abundant.

May the life of the reader be as profitable as was hers, who left country, home, and kindred, to experience a career of almost constant suffering, and to find an early grave, for the sake of those who do not yet the Saviour know! Amen.

Joseph Waterhouse.

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WESLEYAN CHAPEL AT WELLINGTON,
NEW-ZEALAND.

NEW ZEALAND was once a savage, cannibal land: the people delighted in shedding blood. They were fierce warriors. Such were the New-Zealanders; but they are not so now. The warriors

have become worshippers of the true God; the CANNIBALS have become CHRISTIANS. A cannibal Chief once asked a Missionary whether he would not like to eat some human flesh. The answer he received was short and solemn,-"THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH; and you will find it to be so." The fierce warrior answered, "If you are angry with me for what we have been doing, I will kill and EAT YOU, and ALL the Missionaries." Even the little children delighted in blood. One of them was seen holding on his knees A HUMAN HEAD, at which he was making faces! It was the head of an enemy. Now there are. churches and chapels in New-Zealand, thronged with natives decently clad, heartily joining in singing the praises of God in their own tongue. There are a great many English people living in New-Zealand. The chapel of which you see the picture is at Wellington, one of the chief European settlements in NewZealand.

THE LITTLE FEEJEE GIRL WHO WAS FLOGGED FOR TELLING TALES.

I WILL tell you a little story (says a Missionary's wife, who lived many years in Feejee) about a little girl in Bau, who had an uncle, and he attended the chapel, and professed to be a Christian. This man had been tempted to eat some cooked human flesh, and this same little girl went up to the Missionhouse, and told Mr. Waterhouse what her uncle had been doing. He was reproved for this unseemly act. He was very much ashamed, and so vexed with the little girl, that he gave her a good beating for going to tell about his bad deeds.

You see, the little children in Feejee are taught in our schools what is right and what is wrong, and when at home they do not fail to reprove their friends. The school at Bau is well attended, and we hope great good will result from it.

A HERO OF THE CROSS.

THE LATE REV. JAMES HORNE.

"Feed my

ONE of Christ's last charges to his Apostles was, lambs;" some of Christ's disciples now-a-days seem almost to forget this work, and expect "lambs" to eat "sheep's" food. So did not Father Horne: deeply imbued with the spirit of him who "gathers the lambs with his arm, and carries them in his bosom," wherever he laboured, the young were his special care. Bible-classes were his delight, and he never had to complain of the non-attendance of his pupils: those who went once would not willingly absent themselves in future.

He had a wonderful knack of getting at the heads and hearts of the young; of seizing their attention, and carrying it with him; of drawing their affections, both to himself and the truths he wished to impress on their hearts; few, very few, could surpass him as a lamb-feeder. When in St. Bartholomew's, he had a Bible-class for young females at six in the morning, and often had eighteen or twenty present, strictly at the hour; for he would have punctuality. A bell rung at that hour, and he made it a rule that anyone who was not in chapel before the last sound of the bell, must sit back; and, for that day, take no part in the exercises. This, with his own early attendance, had the desired effect, and there was soon no time lost in useless waiting.

He had another for young men; and from both of these we confidently expect to see trophies at the great reckoning-day. Once or twice a year he had them all at his house at tea, and O what happy evenings these were! There were no long intervals of weariness there; no flagging of the conversation; no moments passing "unemployed or unimproved."

His noble, benevolent soul seemed in its element on such occasions: an improving game or two of proverbs, or "how do you like it," &c., would be introduced. I used to think, to make them all feel perfectly at ease, no one joined more heartily in such games than he did for a time. But he knew just how far to go, and where to stop, and could with such admirable tact draw them all with him to something more serious. His own conversation, so improving, so rich in anecdote, his budget of curiosities, his huge scrap-book, were all so many rich mines

CHILDREN'S MISSIONS.

of enjoyment. Then came the music, the chorus-tunes in which all could take a part, and all the while he would watch every opportunity to seal on their young minds some valuable principle: Before they separated he tried to lead them to a crucified Saviour, bowed with them at a throne of grace, and sent them home feeling that it was a happy thing to be a Christian.

We used to tell him he must carry a loadstone in his pocket; for no stronger inducement could be held out to draw together a party of little folk, than to tell them Mr. Horne would be there. Ah! my dear children, he carried the loadstone in his heart. It was love: such love as drew around Jesus the children of Jerusalem.

(To be continued.)

CHILDREN'S MISSIONS.

BY MRS. SIGOURNEY.

CHILDREN by our Lord were honour'd,
When on this poor earth he stay'd;
Fondly he embraced and bless'd them,
Though a frowning throng forbade.
To his side a child he summon'd,
Placed him in the midst, and told
Those that simple guide to follow,
Who God's kingdom would behold.

Still his Gospel honours children,
Bids them to Christ's service move,

And their little rills of beauty

Swell the ocean of His love;

Bids them strive with zealous pity
For the desolate and sad,
Till the dark and desert places
Are for them exceeding glad.

Children, to our dear Redeemer
Yield the grateful homage due,
And by love to every creature,
Pay the love he bears for you.

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