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WALKS IN LONDON.
district of London, trying to get them to subscribe for cheap Bibles, which they might pay for by instalmentsthat is, by a few pence at a time. At one house a young man came to the door; he smiled when they spoke of the Bible, and said, “Well, I have just been reading the Koran.” He told them he was a Roman Catholic, and refused to have a Bible. But the good ladies called again, and at last they succeeded in getting the young man to subscribe for a Bible. When they gave it to him, one of them said, “ This is the Word of God: all we ask of you is that you read it."
Years passed away; the lady who placed the Bible in the young man's hand went to India, where she married a missionary. On one occasion she was in Calcutta along with her husband, where they attended a lecture on Popery, delivered by one of the missionaries. During the course of his lecture he spoke of the value and power of the Word of God, and said, that when in darkness and ignorance himself he was brought to light and to God by the simple reading of a Bible brought to him by a lady.
At the close of the lecture, the lady and her husband were introduced to the lecturer, who, after some conversation, said to her, “I have a greater right to shake hands with you, ma'am, than any one here, for you are the lady who brought me that Bible which was such a blessing to my soul.” This lady is still alive, and has lately published an interesting memoir of her husband, the late Rev. J. J. Weitbrecht, of Burdwan, and the lecturer alluded to is the Rev. W. H. Denham, of the Serampore College, who is now in this country on behalf of that college and the Serampore Mission.
But I must leave my readers for another month. In future papers I shall take them into the lanes and the
THE SACRED NAME.
alleys, the courts and the squares-down into the cellars and up into the attics—where we can learn lessons of sorrow and joy, of life and death--lessons good for this world and the next. Meanwhile, pray for great and mighty London-for its churches and schools, its parents and children, its ministers and missionaries ; pray that it may soon become great “by the preaching of the word” and the tokens of the Lord's favour and goodness.
THE SACRED NAME. “Tell me, I pray thee, thy name."--Genesis xxxii. 29. Jehovah ; God; Almighty; Jah; I E mmanuel ; Shiloh ; Lord of Hosts; the Lamb; Secret Desire of nations ; Bridegroom; Lord ; U nchangeable; Eternal ; King; the Word ; S aviour; the Branch; the Lord our Righteousness; Counsellor; Root of Jesse ; Prince of Peace; Holy ; True; Faithful; Brother; Father; Friend ; Redeemer ; High Priest ; Life; Beginning; End; I mmortal; Shepherd; Husband ; Shield and Sun; S eed of the Woman; precious Corner Stone; The Way; the Truth ; Messiah ; God alone.
THE JUVENILE REPORTER. The Reporter has been chatting with old Allan Gray, about his Walks in London; he did not like to be too inquisitive, or he would have asked how ever an old man like him could find time and strength to count all the eggs and bullocks, and coaches and cabs, and even the streets and houses and people of London. But perhaps he may say when he sees this-Mr. Reporter, that is no business of yours ; mind your own work!
THE JUVENILE REPORTER.
The Reporter would mind his own work, and in doing so, young friend, he hopes you consider the missionary work yours also. Do you not think that part of the work God wishes you to perform in this world, is to spread the blessings of the gospel of peace at home and abroad ?
The Reporter is very glad to bear that the friends of the Church are doing some good in various parts of England.
At Portsmouth, where so very many of our soldiers and sailors embark for foreign countries-- often to scenes of war and suffering and death-there is an effort being made to build a Presbyterian church. Many of these men are Presbyterians; some of them true soldiers of the Lord Jesus Christ, who have listened to the preaching of the gospel, and joined in the public worship of God, for the last time before going forth to battle, in our little meeting-room at Portsmouth, The Reporter hopes to be able to buy a few bricks for this new church, and he would recommend his young friends to do the same. What a noble example it would be, if the readers of the Juvenile Messenger would raise £100 to buy a pulpit, and a set of communion plate, for the Presbyterian church and the soldiers and sailors at Portsmouth. If they would do this, the Reporter would be more proud of them than
These brave men defend our country, they fight our battles, they often die in defence of their Queen and country, and surely it is as little as we can do in return, to provide them with the means of worshipping God after the manner of their fathers, in a comfortable church at Portsmouth.
The Reporter has received a very interesting box of Sunday queries," published by Mr. Greenwood, of Castle Street, Liverpool. He would advise all his young friends who have a few spare pence, to send for a box of them. That they may know what sort of things they are, he subjoins a few of the “Queries," taken at random:
• When did our Lord seem more severe to a suppliant than his disciples ?”
Who declined a royal present?” “ Who is the slothful man's brother?”—Good bye.
A POWERFUL WITNESS. I WITNESSED a short time ago, in one of our courts, a beautiful illustration of the simplicity and power of truth. A little girl, nine years of age, was offered as a witness against a prisoner who was on trial for a felony committed in her father's house.
“Now, Emily," said the counsel for the prisoner, “ I desire to know if you understand the nature of an oath ?” “I don't know what you mean," was the simple answer.
A POWERFUL WITNESS.
“There, your honour," said the counsel, addressing the court,“ is anything further necessary to demonstrate the validity of my objection? The witness should be rejected. She does not comprehend the nature of an “Let us see,” said the Judge.
« Come here, my daughter." Assured by the kind tone and manner of the Judge, the child stepped toward him, and looked confidently up in his face, and with a calm clear eye, and in a manner so artless and frank, that it went straight to the heart.
“Did you ever take an oath ?” inquired the Judge. The little girl stepped back with a look of horror, and the red blood mantled in a blush all over her face and neck, as she answered, “No, Sir.” She thought he intended to inquire if she had ever blasphemed.
"I do not mean that,” said the Judge, who saw her mistake ; " I mean, were you ever a witness before ?" “No, sir, I never was in court before," was the answer.
He handed her the Bible open. “Do you know that book, my daughter ?” She looked at it and answered,
Yes, sir, it is the Bible.”
“ Yes, sir, every erening."
“Can you tell me what the Bible is ?” inquired the Judge.
“It is the word of the great God," she answered.
“Well, place your hand upon this Bible, and listen to what I say ;" and he repeated slowly and solemnly the oath usually administered to witnesses. “Now," said the Judge, “ you have sworn as a witness ; will you tell me what will befall you if you do not tell the truth?” “I shall be shut up in prison," answered the child.