trouble about other people? why not leave them to take care of themselves?" The minister replied, "Suppose they are unable to take care of themselves; that they are perishing for lack of knowledge; that they know not the way to God, or how to escape from the wrath to come: in such circumstances ought not a man to care for his neighbour ?" "No," said the Hindoo; "he should leave his neighbour to God, and only take care of himself." This is the selfish spirit of hea thenism; but how different the spirit of the Gospel!

MURDERS IN INDIA.

A HUMAN being has recently been sacrificed to the cruel goddess Kalee, only a short distance from the capital of British India. The victim was a lad of some twenty years, and the man who killed and sacrificed him has just been acquitted by a native jury, on the ground that such sacrifices are sanctioned in their sacred Shasters. Whether the Government will demand a new trial, and before a European jury, we wait to see.

Another sacrifice has just been attempted in a town a little to the north, under the following circumstances:

A Brahmin had been so unfortunate as to fail of securing a suitable husband for his daughter till she had passed the fatal age of eleven years. Regarding his caste rules inexorable, and resolved on the sacrifice of his child, he built a little but close by the river, and placed his daughter in it to be swept away by the rising flood. He made no secret of his purpose, and his Hindoo neighbours regarded it as highly meritorious, crowds of them visiting the girl in the hut, as a pious and meritorious act, just before her expected sacrifice. In this instance Government learned the cruel purpose of the father in time to rescue the child from death; but the attempt is a true illustration of Hindooism as it is.—American Presbyterian.

WALKING ON THE WATER.

A LITTLE boy, three years of age, belonging to an infant school, was one day walking out with his mother. They had to cross a stream of water, over which was a wooden bridge. Little Charlie kept peeping through the holes in the boards at the water beneath.

His mother said to him, "Is it not strange, Charlie, that we can walk over the water, and not be drowned ?"

"Yes, mother," said the little fellow; "but Jesus walked on the water and was not drowned."

When asked how Jesus was able to do so, he answered, "Because Jesus was the Son of God, and could do everything."

A LITTLE GRAIN OF SAND.

A MAN bought a watch which, for a while, kept very good time. But soon it began to beat slower and slower, till at length it stopped.

He brought the watch to the maker from whom he had bought

it, to see if he could find out why it had stopped.

The watchmaker took up his glass.

With it he spied a little

grain of sand among the wheels of the watch.

Then said he to the man, "I can easily mend your watch; for I see plainly the cause of its stopping."

He then took the little grain of sand out of the watch. It then began to go, and keep as good time as ever.

When the man saw that the grain of sand was not as large as the point of a small pin, he said, “I should not have thought so small a thing as that could do so much harm.”

"True," said the watchmaker, "it is a very little grain of sand, and that is the very reason why it was the cause of so much mischief.

"If it had not been so very small, it would never have got between the wheels of your watch."

It is just the same with little vices-little lies, little thefts, little

vanities.

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GOOD WORDS.

LITTLE children, do you pray-
Call on God from day to day?
you pray that God may keep
And protect you when you sleep?
you in the morning pray

Do

God to bless you through the day?
Little children time should spare
Every day for humble prayer.
Little children, do you praise,
And your little voices raise
Unto Him in whom you live,
And who must each blessing give?
Do you praise him for your food?
For your clothes, and all that's good?
For his sweet redeeming grace ?
For his love to all our race?
Little children, have you read
How the blessed Saviour bled,
That he might your souls restore
Unto joys for evermore?
How he did ascend on high?
How he lives above the sky?
How he waits your souls to bless
With the riches of his grace?

Little children, you must die:
To your only Refuge fly.
If you wish to die in peace,

Oh, then, seek the Saviour's grace:
This will teach you how to die;
This will raise to heaven on high;
This will make you ever live;
This will crowns immortal give.

THERE was a family in Williamsburg, New York, consisting of a father and mother, and two children, the eldest a daughter, the younger a son.

The father of these children never was in the habit of going to the house of God. The mother went regularly, taking her little children with her. The father always remained at home, or went to walk and chat with his friends in the street or elsewhere. The persuasions of his wife were used in vain, to induce him to go to the church or the prayer-meeting.

One day his little daughter said to him, "Father, why do you not go to meet. ing, the same as mother does ? "

"Oh, go away," said the father, "and don't bother me about going to meeting. I don't want to go."

On another occasion the little boy said to him, "Father, why don't you go to meeting with mother, and sister, and me?"

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Oh, go away, and do not tease me about going to meeting," said the father. Then his children got hold of him, one by one hand, and the other by the other hand, and said, "Father, do come with us to the prayer-meeting."

"Oh, go away," said the father, "I do not want to go to the prayer-meeting." This he evidently said with an effort.

They left him very reluctantly, as he must have seen, and went off by themselves to the prayer-meeting.

What did that father do? He could not rest. He could not forget what his children had said to him, and how they had urged him to go with them to the prayer-meeting. He was troubled in his mind. His conscience smote him with repeated rebukes for thus turning against the requests of his children. So he took up his hat, passed out into the street, and made his way to the prayer-meeting. It was to a young man's prayer-meeting, which he knew was held in a certain place, into which he made haste to enter.

The Spirit of God so wrought upon him, that he soon rose up in great distress of mind, and asked Christians present to pray for him. They did pray for him. After the meeting closed, some of the young men went with the now thoroughly awakened man into an upper room, and there they continued in prayer until, in sweet submission to the claims of the Gospel, and by repentance for sin and faith in the Lord Jesus, he laid hold on the hope set before him.

He went home to his house with the sense of forgiveness, and rejoicing in having found the Saviour, a changed man.

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How mysterious are the ways of God's redeeming providence! That little boy, whose kind words overcame the hardness of his father's heart, spoken with childish simplicity and anxiety, now sleeps in the cold grave. He died at the tender age six years. But, young as he was, he accomplished a most important mission in his brief earthly existence-that of being instrumental in bringing bis father to the feet of Jesus.