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"Grace from God the Father, whose love cannot decrease, to the Teacheress Mason.

"I will now tell you concerning my coming here. The people here are very wicked, kidnappers, and contentious; but through the help of God, since my arrival, they have been able to restrain themselves a little.

"When I first thought of coming to this region, my associates said'Go not; they are a quarrelsome race, and they will sell you for a slave, as they do others.'

"But I wished to come, and I said to my friends, ‘Go with me, I pray ;' but not one would accompany me. I started, therefore, alone; but on reaching Pgaipeukhie, the teacher there consented to accompany me, and we two came on together.

arrived, I took out my hymn-book and sang a hymn. The people laughed, and ridiculed us, and asked, 'Is this your sport?' just as they treated the Lord Jesus anciently.

"I said, "Talk not so, but repent of your sins. If you do not call to mind the Lord your God, who gave you the power of thought to distinguish in all your difficulties, how would you settle them? Had not God given you the power of devising, how would your house have come into existence? And do the stars shine out without a Maker? The heavens and the earth have a Maker, although you do not worship him.

"In the beginning God made a man and a woman, and gave them commands, which they transgressed, and God was angry with them. So we have transgressed, and he has condemned us to the present time.

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Now he sends us a book, and teachers, and calls us to repent, and we must believe with the whole heart about the Lord Jesus, whose life is in the Book.' Thus, teacheress, I talked with my brethren here so far as I was able.

"I told you these Bghais were very wicked. I will give you an instance:

"An infant was born here, and the mother died, but the child was alive; still the father and other relatives said 'Go, bury them together

in the graveyard!'

But in the morn

care of the child. ing they went to bury the mother, casting the living child upon its dead mother's bosom. Then they threw the earth over both, and left the grave, while the child was heard yet crying under the ground; but I knew it not. In the evening, I heard the people asking secretly, 'Is the child dead, or still alive?'

"It was now dark, and I could do nothing; but early in the morning I went to the grave, and put my head down close to the ground to see if it was still alive, thinking, if I could hear anything of it, I would dig it up; but I could hear nothing.

"SAU WIEKHA,

Ah! Heathens perish day by day,
Who never heard of Christ, the way
To Heaven, the Better land.
CHORUS-Then tell to others, &c.

Give them your prayers, and give your mite.
That they may trace the glorious light
To Heaven, the Better Land.
CHORUS-Then tell to others, &c.

And if this joy you earnest crave,
That they and you a seat shall have
In Heaven, the Better Land.
Then tell to others what you know,
That they may go as well as you.

Juv. Miss Mag.

sight, coming down the river. There appeared to be many people on board. They hailed the boy, and told him, if he had caught any fish to bring them, as they wished to buy some. Unsuspicious of danger, and anxious to dispose of his day's spoil, he was soon alongside, when, lo, they violently seized him, and dragged him into their canoe! Alas! it was full of slaves, of which he was condemned to form one. In vain his struggles -they overpowered him; in vain his cries-they gagged him. His father's village was in sight, and there were strong arms there and willing friends to put out for his deliverance, had they been aware of his danger, but they knew not of it. How could they? his cries were stifled. It was, moreover, far advanced in the day, and the shades of evening fell rapidly. The departing light took from him all hope; and as the darkness fell thick around him, he found his heart grow more sad and dark, for he who had been free was a slave-boy, perhaps for life. Cleverly was the victim caught; and the robbers rejoiced in their ingenuity, and mocked the poor boy's grief. Long and dreary was the night. He slept, but it was broken sleep, the sleep of sorrow, full of the remembrance of those whom he should never see again; and when he awoke, there was nothing around him

save the wide, wide waste of waters. He sat silent and broken down, for help, the help of man, was far away; and of God and His help he knew nothing, for he was a poor heathen boy. Poor Chow Boam, for that was his name, so young, and yet so friendless! He was only a little boy, and might they not have spared him? Alas! no. Slave-dealers have no pity.

Three days had passed away since they left the Kittim river, and every hour brought them nearer to their destination, and then they should all be sold to the white man, when, lo, a schooner hove in sight! Right well the slave-dealers knew her, and her mission too. She was Britishone of the cruizing squadron, on the look-out for miscreants such as they were. The boat's sail was lowered, and they lay still upon the waters, in the hope they might escape notice. But the watchful spy-glass, as it swept the waters, had detected them, and the schooner soon bore down upon them; and as the waters shoaled, the ship's boats were manned, and then commenced the chase. Earnestly did the slavers strain and toil to reach the shore and bolt into the jungle, but the English boats gained rapidly upon them, and then did these bad men prepare to fight. Muskets, knives, and poisoned arrows were