delivered me therefrom; thou hast met me under mountains of guilt, and delivered me therefrom; thou hast found me wandering far from God, and to rescue my soul from danger thou hast interposed thy precious blood. Sweetest Jesus! let me kiss thy sacred feet, wash them with tears, as did the woman of old. And your affections will be drawn out toward the Holy Spirit of God. You will say, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, how am I indebted to thee! Once I was blind, now I see: once unconvinced of my state, now convinced; once I sought not the Lord, and now my soul followeth hard after him. Once I saw no form, comeliness, or beauty, in Jesus; now I see him in the form of God; I see all comeliness and beauty there; I see him now as the chiefest among ten thousand, and the altogether lovely. How thou wilt long for more of this divine teaching, and you will say, Well, then, if this dispensation be the heaven in which Jesus is, I do see it. Except a man be born again, he cannot see this kingdom; how it is founded, upon what it is founded, nor how it is maintained. Oh, what a mercy, friends; what a mercy, that even the very best doings of the dear children of God form no part of this kingdom! for their best doings are all more or less associated with drawbacks and infirmities; one a man of like passions with the other; all but poor creatures. This kingdom, therefore, is founded upon that which is exclusively divine, upon the mediatorial work of Christ, and the immutability of the blessed God." THE NATIVE CONVERTS OF BARISAL. N hundreds of families, husband, wife, and children meet to In hundreds of homes there is the Bible, so long unknown, unseen, unpossessed; and this precious volume constitutes the book of the family. The oft-questioned Missionary will still be asked, "How many real Christians have you got ?"" Really, have you any true Christians ?" We are, am bold to say, not wholly unprepared for such inquiries. We can point you out some four hundred persons, to whom we might use the words of the Apostle, "Ye are washed, ye are sanctified: ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus." And these four hundred men and women we would in charity hope fear God, love Jesus, and understand why they love Him who so loved them. Their law is the Bible, and the Bible alone. They live, generally, in love among themselves, and in peace with all men. They are often jealous of one another, lest any one should, through temptation, bring dishonour on the Name. They are a marked people, strange, and differing. The heathen know them to be not of their own; and sometimes the heathen say of a Christian, He is a baptized Christian, why should he do so?"-Juvenile Missionary Herald. 66 Α At TOO BAD FOR JESUS CHRIST. POOR slave," writes Mr. Coultart, "came to my house this morning to tell me that his heart troubled him much.' He burst into tears, saying, 'Oh, massa, me too bad for Jesus Christ, me heart work too strong for Him-it rise up against me-it give me no rest at all-me try for sleep, it no sleep-it go dis way-it go dat way-it no go to Jesus Christ at all, massa! O, massa, what me do, what me do? will Jesus Christ let me perish?' Here he was so overwhelmed, as not to be able to say any more for a considerable time; then quieting himself a little, he said, with much feeling, 'Me never do noting good for Jesus yet Him die for sinners; O, may be, Him die for me!' Another, after relating how her mind had been first awakened to serious concern, and that a friend to whom she had communicated her feelings, had advised her to pray, added, 'She den go back, and bow down on her sinful knee, and tell God, she no wish to keep on sin; but she no worthy to come, for she had done no good ting, but only eat sin, and drink sin, and peak sin, and tink sin; all her sinful life; and now, massa,' she said, in great agony and tears of disappointment, sin no leave me yet, massa!"Tressider's Juvenile Missionary Herald. Is this the way, my Father? 'Tis my child, Thy peaceful home above! But enemies are round. Yes, child, I know That where thou least expects, thou'lt find a foe; Only seek strength above. My Father, it is dark. Child, take my hand; Cling close to Me; I'll lead thee through the land; My footsteps seem to slide. Child, only raise O, Father! I am weary. Child, lean thy head Upon my breast. It was My love that spread CONTRIBUTED BY M. A. FOULSER. TO OUR READERS AND FRIENDS. The continuation of 'GOING HOME," by "The Village Preacher," we are reluctantly compelled to keep back till next month. Also, the "Motherless Boy," by Mr. Frith; the commencement of "Amelia Sadgrove;" and some other valuable papers. We ask every reader's assistance to increase our circulation; we receive many letters speaking very highly of this little monthly-we ask these friends to use their influence in giving us a sale of 50,000 copies monthly. Please act upon this at once. London: Printed by ROBERT BANKS, 9, Crane-court, Fleet-street, E. C. Published by G. J. Stevenson, 54, Paternoster-row, E.C; sold by most Booksellers.-Price One Halfpenny. VOL. XIV. MAY, 1864. NO. 151. POOR PAT O'BLANE EXPOUNDING TO SQUIRE PHELAN THE NEW BIRTH, AND THE CHANGE OF HEART. Y friend, Mr. John Hudson, the Missionary at Manchester, MY has kindly sent me the following faithful and delightful narrative. It opens up more genuine Gospel than many sermons and essays now issued. Surely, with the Psalmist we may say, "Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast ordained praise," and with Paul "God hath chosen the foolish things of the world, to confound the mighty." If my readers think with me they will certainly send this beautiful story round to all their neighbours; and let thousands, yea, millions read the tale of solemn truth from the lips of an Irish lad. Mr. William Birch, jun., of Hulme, is certainly going into the highways and hedges to "catch men." I hope to give some Cheering Words even from his "Shed" where wandering sheep are sheltered; but now for "PATSY AND THE SQUIRE." PATSY O'BLANE was a poor, ragged boy, living on a wild Irish moor. He folded the sheep, stacked the peat, and dug the potatoes, without hat or shoes, for he owned neither. He also cooked the food, and swept the clay floor, while his father herded the cattle of the Squire, who owned all the lands and cottages around them. Theirs was a poor dwelling, with its one only window, and with the thatch falling from the roof; but it was home, and therefore dear to them. ONE HALFPENNY. Dan O'Blane owned one book, the Bible, which he and little Patsy dearly loved; for it had raised them from the dust to be "kings and priests unto God." One evening, as Patsy sat at the door, with his pet lamb at his side, and his Bible on his knee, awaiting the return of his father, he heard the loud voice of the blunt but good-natured Squire. 66 Pat, my boy," he shouted, "leave that great book for Priests and Bishops to read, and go hunting with O'Rooke's boys." "Please yer honour," said Patsy, "I'm forbid o' my father to go wid them same, at all, for they takes the name o' God in vain." 66 'But you can go hunting with them without swearing," said the gentleman. “Ah, Sir, I know it's not asy to go into the fire widout being burned," replied the boy. Well, my good fellow, what do you find in that great book? With all my learning, I don't understand half of it," said the Squire. 66 And now, yer honour, doesn't your own word show how thrue this book is?" asked Pat; "for it says, 'He hath hidden these things from the wise and prudent, and revealed them unto babes.' There's ye, Sir, as rich as the Queen, and as wise as a Bishop, ye aren't sure that it's God's word at all; and here's us, as poor as my lamb Betty, and not much wiser, we belaves every word o' it, and takes it into our heart, and makes it our mate and our drink. So, after all, begging yer pardon, we is richer nor ye. Only last night, when ye and yer company was feasting and singing at the Hall, father said he was amazed at the grace of God that made him and ye to differ, This poor cabin was a little heaven, Sir, yesterday, when some o' the people left the foolish mass to hear father read how Jesus came to preach the Gospel to the poor, and to open heaven for them." "Don't you think Dan would change places with me, boy, soul and body?" said the Squire, smiling. 66 'What, Sir, sell heaven, where mother and the baby is, and give up Christ? Och, no, Sir; ye haven't gold enough to buy |