Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Missionary rabbits
 I wonder why I don't succeed?
 Hannah Kilpin
 The Hindoo girl seeking Jesus
 Mosheu's visit to Moffat
 Matilda, the Jewish maiden
 Little seed merchants
 Stories of self-denial
 Back Cover

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Title: Missionary rabbits
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Title: Missionary rabbits and other stories illustrating missionary life and adventure
Series Title: Boy's own bookshelf
Physical Description: 80, 16 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Knight ( Printer )
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Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Knight
Publication Date: [1893?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
        Advertising 1
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Missionary rabbits
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    I wonder why I don't succeed?
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
    Hannah Kilpin
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    The Hindoo girl seeking Jesus
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
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    Mosheu's visit to Moffat
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
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    Matilda, the Jewish maiden
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Little seed merchants
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
    Stories of self-denial
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Advertising 2
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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WILL try to write a tale, which
S I know to be true, in words
so short and plain, that those
who are only learning to
read may understand it.
When I was a little girl,
I often heard about the
Missionary Society, and I
thought it strange that rich
people did not give more
money to send missionaries
to tell the poor heathen children about God and
Christ, and to take them the Bible to read, and
teach them to read it.
I had not much money of my own, and it never
came into my mind that I could work for some.
But one day there was a missionary meeting at
--, and there were many ministers who told a
number of stories about the heathen, how wicked
they are, and yet how glad some would be to be

6 Missionary Rabbits.
taught better. They also told about poor people
in this country, who, when their other labour is
done, work for money to send them ministers and
The meeting was at night, and the school-room
was full, and the people who were there were
much pleased with all that was said; and I began
to think, "What can I do to get money to give?"
when our own minister told this tale:-
"In a village not far from here, there was a
poor woman who loved God, and tried to bring
her friends to love and serve Him, but she was so
poor that for some time she had nothing to give
to the Missionary Society, and this made her sad.
At last she found a way, and it was this. She put
by all the pennies she could save, until she had as
many as bought a hen, and kept it in a corner of
her house, in such a nice warm place, that it laid
even when the frost and snow were on the ground.
She sold the eggs, and sent the money she got for
them to the Society, thus giving as much as many
who are well off."
When this story was told the people clapped,
and praised the poor woman; and I am afraid
that just then some of them forgot that it was
God who put the thought in her heart, and that
she only gave to God what He had given to her.
"Now," I thought, "there is a plan. I will
buy some rabbits, and the young ones I will sell,
and then I shall have something to give."

Missionary Rabbits. 7
Now, do you think this was because I loved
God, and wanted other children to love Him ?
You will perhaps say, yes. I am afraid it was
not altogether so, but that I might be praised like
the poor woman. How angry God must have
been, when He saw the thought in my heart, and
how glad I ought to be that He did not punish me
the same moment.
Well, I could scarcely go to sleep that night, I
thought so much about the meeting, and what care
I would take of my rabbits, and where I would
keep them, and where I would sell them, and
how much I should get for them.
In a few days, I bought the rabbits; and a
short time after, when I was walking out, our
minister came up to me, and asked me about the
meeting, and to tell him anything I remembered
of the speeches. Then he said, "I am glad to
hear that you have some missionary rabbits. I
hope you will succeed; may God bless you."
Do you know his kind words made me proud,
and I thought, "I wonder if my governess has
told him about the rabbits; it must be good of
me to do this, or they would not talk of it." I
did not know that they spoke of it because they
hoped God had answered their prayers for me.
I was very glad when I found the first young
rabbits in their nice soft nest, and I was sure
that I should have money to give. I watched
them day after day, and they were grown very

8 Missionary Rabbits.
pretty little things, when one day, while I was at
my lessons, another old rabbit got into their house
and killed six of them, and the rest soon died.
The next young ones were all dead when I
found them. Another set of very nice ones, some
brown and white, and some all white, with pink
eyes, lived until I was just going to sell them,
when the weather was so damp, I put them in a
fresh place, which, though dry, was too cold, and
nearly all died,
At last I had some to sell, but other children
had seen mine, and had got some too. As my
young ones had died, they bought them at other
places, and now I only received fifteen-pence for
the little ones, and that was less than the old ones
cost. On finding this, I said in anger, "I will
not keep them longer;" and such thoughts as
these came into my mind: "I have tried to get
some money, and I cannot, so it is not my own
fault, and I will not try any more."
Now, do you not think the blame was my own?
I do. I am sure it was just my own, and no
one's else. I wished to give money; but, then,
why did I wish it? Did I think more about
heathen children praising God, or about people
praising me ?
I thought more of people praising me, and God
must have looked in great anger upon me, and
would not let my plans succeed, for my name was
written in His book, a hypocrite. What does

Missionary Rabbits. 9
the Bible say about hypocrites? Job viii. 13:
"The hypocrite's hope shall perish." Job xx.
5: "The joy of the hypocrite is but for a
moment." Job xxvii. 8: "For what is the hope
of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when
God taketh away his soul ?"
Now, perhaps some children may have tried to
do things that have not succeeded; but if they
have done so because they loved God, they must
try again, trusting in Him, and He will bless
Perhaps others have done things for their own
praise, and they may have succeeded; but if God
has not yet shown them how wicked it is, He will
one day do so. Though He may let you go on
in this world, when, at the last day, we shall
appear before the judgment seat of Christ, each of
us will then know his own true name. Hear
what God says of the unfaithful servant. Matthew
xxiv. 51: "And shall cut him asunder, and
appoint him his portion with the hypocrites, there
shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth."
Now, my dear young friends, love God now,
and when you seek that the heathen may be
saved, may God not frown in anger upon you,
because you do not seek pardon for your own
sins. You are sinful, but Christ is holy. If you
are sorry for all that you have done wrong, and
intend not to do so any more; if you come to
Him and ask Him, He will pardon you, and will

10 Missionary Rabbits.
help you to obey Him; and then you will know
how to pray for the heathen.
When you hear of fresh missionaries going out
to work among the heathen, and think how much
money you have sent towards the expenses, do not
let one proud thought come into your mind; but
think of this, that you have the Bible to read,
and friends to teach you to read it, and money to
spend, and then remember that all you have God
has given to you.
Think of this too, that He will not hear your
prayers for the heathen, or bless what you give,
if you do it that your friends may praise you,
and not that the poor heathen may praise Him.




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.NE evening, a little while ago, I observed that
\3 several of the young people who formed a
class, in which I am deeply interested, lin-
gered after their usual engagements were finished,
and were talking and planning together with a
great deal of interest; and I secretly wondered
what might be the subject of their conversation.
Soon after, I heard that they had formed a little
Missionary Society; that a certain number of them
had agreed to become monthly subscribers, and
that the whole plan was carefully arranged.
This gave me real pleasure; and as I saw their
looks of interest when any missionary news was
related, and the eagerness with which they brought
their contributions, as if they really felt it "more
blessed to give than receive," my own heart entered
into their joy; and I hoped that some of these
early efforts would ripen into the blessed fruit of a
' hole life devoted to the service of God.
Lately I have observed, however, an appearance
of gloom on the countenance of one of my dear
young friends, who is called Alfred, and who has
the principal management of the scheme; and when

14 I Wonder Why I Don't Succeed.
I asked him how his plan prospered, instead of
sce:ng the cheerful smile with which he generally
answers my questions, I found that he was de-
jected and unhappy.
I need not minutely relate the conversation that
took place between us; it is enough to say, that
my young friend had found difficulties in carrying
out his wishes where he least expected them. Some
from whom he had looked for support, had raised
objections, and some who entered at first into his
plan, now followed the example of those who op-
posed him, and had withdrawn. He had not
reckoned on these trials. He thought in so good
a cause he need only labour to be sure of success.
"And now," he said, in a mournful tone, "I am
afraid we shall never get on at all-and we must
give it up. I wonder why I don't succeed!"
I sympathised in Alfred's troubles, and tried to
cheer his heart. I reminded him of the direction
in t! e Bible, "Be not weary in well-doing," and
the promise that is added to it, "In due season ye
shall reap if ye faint not." And, after a little
conversation as to the best plan of conquering
the present difficulties, he left me with renewed
courage and determination to go on without faint-
ing in his work.
The same evening, after Alfred went away,
letters were brought to me, containing unexpected
and painful accounts of the failure of one of my
own cherished plans, and I found that I was dis-

I Wonder Why I Don't Succeed. 15
appointed of help in a quarter to which I had con-
fidently looked for assistance.
I was much grieved, and before I was aware of
it, the feelings my young friend had just expressed,
entered my own heart-and I was secretly saying
to myself, "I wonder why I don't succeed! Must
it all be given up?"
These thoughts remained with me when I laid
my head up-'n my pillow. At length I closed my
eyes, and then my ideas took a new form, and
clothed themselves in the following DREAM :-
I found myself in a spacious room, at one end
of which there was a beautiful picture. I saw
that it was a painting of rare excellence, and that
it was executed in a style differing from anything
I had ever seen before. Many persons of different
ages were sitting round the room, all of them em-
ployed in attempting to copy it. One person,
whom I soon perceived to be the painter of the
picture, was walking up and down among them,
examining their sketches, approving what was
right, and often rubbing out and rejecting what
was wrong. I soon saw that this master was
capable of giving the most perfect instructions;
but that he never bestowed them on those who
were unwilling to seek his help, or reluctant to
follow his directions.
As I stood by unemployed, I closely observed
the proceedings of the assembled group. Some
commenced their work with a hasty, fearless hand.

16 I Wonder Why I Don't Succeed.
They just glanced at the copy, got a general idea
of what the picture represented, and then drew
without any hesitation, as their own judgment
suggested. I did not wonder that there was very
little resemblance between their attempts, and the
pattern, and that such efforts were accounted
worthless, and at once rejected.
There was another group, on whom I observed
the Master's eye seemed to rest with great interest.
They carefully studied the pattern before them,
while they frequently turned to the Teacher for
instructions how to proceed.
I noticed that he frequently rubbed out their out-
lines, and rejected the pieces in which they took
most delight; but as they continually referred to
him, their attempts were either approved or re-
jected while they were in progress, and thus they
were not subjected to ultimate disappointment.
Some, by long and patient toil, under the direc-
tion of the Teacher, had gone far in their work;
and though the best copies were unworthy to be
compared with the masterpiece, yet they bore a
great resemblance to it; and as his eye rested on
their work, he evidently looked at it with approving
In this group I saw some very young pupils;
and I could not help thinking how great their ad-
vantage in being early trained by such a Teacher,
and allowed to imitate such a pattern. I noticed
one of them who was near the place where I stood.

1 Wonder Why I Don't Succeed. 17
He began his task with great eagerness-he looked
at the masterpiece, and with glowing emulation at
the sketches of his companions; and there was a
look in his eye that said, I will surpass them all."
He took his pencil and pursued his task; but as
might have been expected, he soon felt that his,
attempts were in vain, and that he was not fit for so
difficult a performance. He had asked the Teacher
when he began to superintend his work; but I was
surprised to see, that while his Instructor watched
his failure with kind interest, he had not come
forward to direct or assist him.
The child tried and tried again, but still it
was all in vain. Baffled and humbled, he turned
from his work in despair, saying, "I am afraid
I must give it all up. I wonder why I don't
When looking at the Master, he cried, "0 Sir,
will you teach me what I ought to do, and show
me how to do it ? I find I can do nothing at all
by myself."
"Then," said the kind Instructor, "you have
learned the first and best lesson. The reason why
so many do not succeed is this, they do not put
themselves entirely under my direction. They like
their own sketches and their own shades, and they
are not willing to lose them all. But if the
copies are to be like my pattern, they must submit
to be taught everything by me, and those who
come here most ignorant often succeed best,

18 I Wonder Why I Don't Succeed.
because they are more ready to give up their own
credit and to follow my plan."
Then the Master put his hand on the trembling
hand of the child, and guided it in every stroke
while he drew the outline; and when that was
finished, he bent over him, as he added shade after
shade, sometimes instructing him by his word, and
sometimes guiding him by his eye. I saw with
delight the correctness and the glowing beauty of
the copy; but the pupil had no reason to be proud,
for the Master had guided every stroke. But grate-
ful joy filled his heart, and looking up, he said, "I
know now the reason why I did not succeed before.
I trusted in my own poor attempts, and did not
ask that you would direct my hand."
With these words the dream ended, and my
thoughts returned to my own discouragements, and
to Alfred's trial. But I had learned a lesson which
reconciled me to my disappointment.
It is very probable that some young persons
may read this paper who have just begun to try to
copy the pattern Jesus Christ has left us, for He
"went about doing good, and who have been dis-
mayed by unexpected difficulty, and tempted to
give up in despair.
Dear young friends, be not weary. Do not lay
down your work and say, "I must give it all up,"
but raise your hearts and hopes to ONE who is
always ready to be your teacher and your help.




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NE day in the month of June, a little sick
girl lay under the shade of a tall cocoa-nut
tree, near the town of Vizagapatam, in
India. You could tell from her dark skin that
she was one of the children of India, and she
seemed to be about five years old. She had
scarcely a rag to cover her, and her bones almost
came through her skin.
The heavy rain which poured down without
ceasing, seemed as if it would almost wash her
feeble frame away. No kind mother came to take
her to a comfortable home, and to give her medicine
and food. Many people passed by as she lay
under the tree, but no one took pity on the lonely
Poor little child How wearily must those sad
hours have passed, and that first long night! And
then another day, and another long night wore
away, and still no food, no help came.
On the second day another little girl passed by.
Perhaps when that little girl ate her supper of rice,
and lay down on her mat that night, she thought
of the poor little girl under the tree. The third
day when she came up to the tree, she saw the

22 Hcannah Kilpin.
little girl still there. She did not again pass by
her; but she went up to her, and raised her from
the ground, and took her to her own home.
The little girl's mother gave the starving child a
little rice, and an old garment to cover her; but
she could not do any more for her, as she herself
was very poor. She said, What can I do? I,
a poor widow, cannot keep my own children.
Why bring me another child?"
And was the poor little girl again turned out to
starve? Ah, no! God had prepared a home for
the little wanderer, and happier days than she had
yet seen were in store for her. You shall hear
how this came about.
When the poor widow was lamenting that she
could not help the little girl, an old man, who was
standing by, said, Give me the child, I will take
her to Porter."
"Who was Porter?" Perhaps the little girl
asked this question too. Perhaps she was fright-
ened when the old man went away with her, but
she had no reason to be frightened.
He took her to a house where many little girls
were gathered together. They had once been
almost as badly off as she had been, but they were
now clothed and fed. They had learned to
read and work, and to sing sweet hymns. Kind
friends caressed them, and dear faces smiled on
them, and gentle voices told them of the love of
Jesus, and prayed with them day by day.

Hannah Kilvin. 23
Who were these kind friends? They were
missionaries who had gone from England to
preach the gospel to the heathen. Their names
were Mr. and Mrs. Porter. They took the little
outcast in, and fed and nursed and comforted
her. They gave her a name-the name of Hannah
How happy little Hannah must have been in her
new home! But one morning, after she had been
there about a week, something happened which
frightened her very much. She went upstairs to
Mr. and Mrs. Porter crying bitterly. She was
quite cold with terror. She laid her head on Mrs.
Porter's lap, and took hold of her hand and said,
"Not go! Not go!" Then she went up to Mr.
Porter, and clasping his knee, while the tears
rolled down her cheeks, she said again, "Not go !
Not go! That man not my father; he only
beat plenty with large stick: no give me rice,
no cloth give. Oh! Ma'am not go with that
Mrs. Porter went downstairs to see who it was
that had frightened her child. It was a wicked
man from whom Hannah had run away when she
lay down under the tree. He had found out
where she was, and, in a great rage, had come to
get her back again. He was not her father, and
had not any right to her.
Mrs. Porter was a woman of courage and spirit,
and she soon packed him off, telling him that he

24 Hannah Kilpin.
should be sent to the police if she saw him again.
How glad little Hannah must have been when she
heard that she was safe.
It was some time before Mrs. Porter heard
Hannah's history. This was how it came out.
Mrs. Porter had a cat and kitten of which
Hannah was very fond. One day the kitten was
sent away. Hannah was sitting by the matron,
when she said, "Why for my ma'am (meaning
Mrs. Porter) send that kitten away. Plenty that
kitten will cry for the mother: plenty that mother
cry for the child."
"Well, Hannah," said the matron "but you
don't cry for your mother ? "
"Oh no I no mother got; no father got: they
be dead plenty long time ago."
"Who was your mother, Hannah?" said the
matron; "where did she die ?"
"I do not know that place;-it long way off,"
said Hannah, and then, in broken English, she
told her story.
My mother little woman; my father old man,
and he beat that woman plenty; no rice give, only
congee water, no curry, so she soon be dead, and I
cry plenty. When my mother dead, my father no
got anyone to cook rice; he came away from that
place, and not know right way: he got no rice and
fell sick, and soon he be dead. He very old man;
and then when he be dead, my little brother get
sick, and then I cry plenty, and I think I too will

Hannah Kilpin. 25
die, so I laid down under a tree, and some man
took me up, and bring me to that man, and he give
two rupees for me, and he and that woman beat
plenty, so I run away, and then an old man bring
me to my ma'am."
Thus you see it was more than once that this
little orphan girl had laid herself down under a tree
to die, but her Heavenly Father had looked on
her with pity; and when she was left without
father or mother, He took her up, and made her
His own dear child.
Though Mr. and Mrs. Porter did everything to
make little Hannah happy, they could not undo
the effects of the cruel treatment she had received
from the wicked man who had bought her after
her father's death.
He had scarcely given her anything to eat, so
that she was quite a skeleton when first brought to
them; and when they gave her a little chicken
curry, she was so hungry that she ate the bones.
This was not all. She was covered with bruises
from head to foot. There was one black mark on
her from a hot stick, which was taken out of the
fire to beat her.
Her back grew out from the beating and ill-
treatment, and a large tumour formed on it. She
suffered a great deal, but was very patient, and
would sweetly thank her friends for all their kind-
ness. Mrs. Porter had her upstairs and laid her
on a couch, and fed her as she would a little baby,

26 Hannah Kilpin.
with a few spoonsful of soup or arrowroot, as she
could bear it.
One day a native man came in, and he said,
"Oh, ma'am! plenty glad am I for seeing that
child here. Never let her go, ma'am."
Then he told Mrs. Porter how her old master,
and a wicked woman, used to beat the poor child,
and make her carry heavy weights, and that he
had seen the woman, in a drunken fit, throw her
out of doors with all her might, and when he had
said to them, "That's too bad! What that child
do ? You will kill her," they only said, What
care ?'
Little Hannah was a grateful affectionate child,
and she soon began to love Mrs. Porter dearly. I
will give you a few proofs of this.
One day Mrs. Porter said to her, "Do you wish
to go away, Hannah ?" No, never. If my
ma'am go to England, I will go."-"But they
would laugh at you, a little black girl." "I not
mind. My ma'am will take care of me."
When Hannah had been some time in the
orphan school, Mrs. Porter had a little baby of her
own. Hannah sat down by one side of her school-
mistress, crying. She was asked why she cried,
and she said, "Porter, ma'am, got own children.
How can she love me now ? "
Mrs. Porter did not know about this; but a few
days after she called some of the children to her'
room to see the baby, and while they were looking

Hannih Kilpin. 27
at it, she took little Hannah on her knee, and
began talking to her.
Again the little orphan burst into tears; and
when one of her school-fellows asked her why she
cried, she said, Oh I too glad! Porter ma'am,
got own children, and love me still."
Poor little Hannah! She had had many harsh
words and angry looks, but she had scarcely known
how sweet it is to be loved till she came to Mrs.
Porter. She did not wish Mrs. Porter not to love
her own child, but she wanted to be loved too.
She soon found that her kind friend's heart was
large enough for both.
Little children do not often think about the
expense to which they put their friends, but Han-
nah did. She had known what it was to want,
and she could not bear to see waste. She would
sometimes seem very anxious about "the expense,"
she would say, "so many girls must be to ma'am."
Sometimes, when rice was brought in, she would
sit and watch that no one took any away while it
was being measured. When not able to walk, she
would creep along the ground, and pick up the
grains which were left, and say, My ma'am can't
lose this. She has too much expense."
Hannah recovered a little from her first severe
illness, and learnt to work and read, and to repeat
hymns. She had a sweet voice, and liked to sing
hymns. Her heart seemed early touched with the
love of Jesus. One day, in her first illness, when

28 Hannah Kilpin.
asked whether she thought she should get better,
she answered, "No, but I shall go to heaven."
"And what do you think you shall do when you
get there, Hannah?" "I will go to Jesus and
tell (say)-
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child,
Pity my simplicity,
Help me, Lord, to look to Thee !"
One day after she got better Mrs. Porter was
talking to the children, and they had this conversa-
tion: "If you saw a little girl take some rice and
plantain to worship Amora (a goddess) what
would you say to her ? "
"I would say, don't go," said the little girl.
"Worship Jesus."
"But perhaps the little girl would tell you she
did not know how," said Mrs. Porter. What
would you say?"
"I would tell her to ask Jesus to teach her to
pray," replied the little girl.
But perhaps she would say she was afraid,"
said Mrs. Porter. "What would you tell her,
Iannah "
Hannah waited a minute, and then, with tears
gushing from her soft and beautiful eyes, she said,
"I would tell, no fear! Jesus said, Suffer little
children to come unto Me, and forbid them not,
for of such is the kingdom of heaven.'" This
was a favourite text of hers. Another was God

Hannah Kilpin. 29
is love." When Mrs. Porter asked her if she
loved Jesus, the tears used to roll down her cheeks,
and she would say, "Yes, ma'am, plenty."
In September, Hannah again became very ill.
Her cough was so bad, and her breath so short,
that she could not lay her head down to sleep. She
sometimes got a little sleep by resting her head on
the shoulder of one of the other girls. They all
loved her. There was sometimes quite a contest
among them who should go and sit with Hannah.
Mrs. Porter thought that a little change of air
might do her good, and she sent her for a week to
a native Christian woman who was very fond of
Hannah cried when she left Mr. and Mrs.
Porter and her dear school-fellows, but they little
thought that they should not see her again. She
seemed to get much better, and the second Sunday
she said to the good old woman, I am better to-
day, I will go to chapel, Amma."
"No, Hannah, not to-night, you are too weak."
"Yes, Amma, I will eat some bread and cheese,
and go to sleep, and then go to chapel. I love to
go to chapel and sing."
Amma gave her some bread and cheese; and for
the first time for three months she laid her head
down to sleep. The good woman kept the house
quiet, and was glad that she slept so comfortably.
That little one did indeed sleep, but it was the
sleep of death. She "slept in Jesus." She did

30 Hannah Kilpin.
not go to chapel that afternoon to sing, as she had
wished, but she went to sing sweeter hymns in
Many more little orphan children in India
might, like little Hannah, be rescued and taught,
if more missionaries were sent out, and more
money given to assist the orphan schools. Perhaps
the children who read this story, will try to do
something for their support.


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W,, HAT other religions are there besides the
SChristian? Heathen. Yes. The heathen
worship gods without number, the work
of men's hands. Many and various are their ways
of worshipping, but all wicked and foolish, false
and cruel.
Are there any others ? Think. There is a nation
who wor-hip the same God, and read the law of
Moses, but they think it is right to offer bulls and
goats in sacrifice; they are not Christians; they do
not believe in Jesus. Who are these ? They are
the Jews.
Are there any others ? Yes, there is one other
religion. Those who are of this religion are neither
Christians, nor heathens, nor Jews. And yet they
copy some things from each: they are the followers
of the false prophet Mahomet or Mohammed.
This man began to be known about 606 years
after the birth of Christ. He pretended to be
greater than Jesus Christ, and that he could secure
endless happiness for those who obeyed him. The
faith of his followers was summed up in these
words, "There is but one God, and Mohammed is
his prophet."

34 The Hindoo Girl Seeking Jesus.
He wrote a book called the Koran for his fol-
lowers to use as their Bible, and he pretended that
the angel Gabriel brought it down to him from
heaven. I cannot stay to tell you all the foolish
things and wicked falsehoods of this book. The
religion of Mohammed spread very widely and
reached India, and there are many Mohammedans
in India now.
You, dear children, have been shown the right
way. You have been taught that Jesus is the way,
the truth, and the life. I am going to tell you of a
little girl who had no one to show her, and had to
try for herself. She tried the religion of Moham-
med, she tried the worship of idols, she tried the
faith of Jesus; she tried all, and then she made
her choice. But you shall hear her whole history.
This little Hindoo girl was one summer's after-
noon playing before the door of her father's bunga-
low, when she was carried off, taken to Calcutta,
and sold as a slave.
She was a sweet and beautiful little girl, and the
lady who bought her soon began to love her very
much, and she thought that she would not make
her a slave. She had no children of her own, and
she liked to have the little girl to play with her
and amuse her. She loved her more and more;
and as she grew older, she made her her com-
When this little girl was stolen from her father,
she was too young to have learned his religion.

The Hindoo Girl Seeking Jesus.- 35
The lady who bought her was a Mohammedan, and
she brought the little girl up as a Mohammedan too.
Thus she lived till she was sixteen years old, and
then all at once it came into her mind, she knew
not how, or why, that she was a sinner, and needed
salvation. She was in great distress of mind, and
went to her kind mistress for comfort, but she could
not tell her of a Saviour.
All the lady could do was to try to amuse her,
and make her forget her trouble; she hired rope-
dancers, jugglers, serpent-charmers, and tried all
the sports of which the natives of India are fond,
to give her pleasure: these were of no use, and the
little girl remained as miserable as ever.
Her mistress, deeply grieved at the distress of
one whom she loved so dearly, next sent for a
Mohammedan priest. The priest was quite puzzled.
He had never felt the want of a Saviour, and he
could not understand the girl's distress. However,
he took her under his care, and did his best. He
taught her a long string of prayers in Arabic, a
language which she did not understand. She
learned the long hard words which had no mean-
ing to her, and she repeated them five times a day,
and each time she repeated them she turned to-
wards Mecca in the east, the birth-place of
Mohammed, and bowed her face to the ground.
Did the poor girl find comfort in these dark
words and idle ceremonies? No-she felt that
there was no forgiveness, no salvation in these.

36 Ihe Hizloo Girl Seeking Jesus.
When she had tried these prayers for three long
years, the thought struck her that perhaps all this
sorrow of mind was a punishment for having left
the faith of her fathers, and become a Moham-
She set out directly in search of a Brahmin or
Hindoo priest, and entreated him to receive her
back into the Hindoo church. How do you think
the Brahmin answered her ? He cursed her in the
name of his god.
She told him how unhappy she was, and how
long she had suffered, and begged him to pity her,
but he would not listen. She offered him a large
sum of money, and then he was ready to do any-
thing ; so she put herself under his direction, and
went again and again. He told her to take an
offering of flowers and fruit morning and evening
to a certain goddess who was some way off, and
once a week to offer a hid of the goats as a bloody
In India the people have a language of flowers:
each flower means something; and when you go
into a temple, and see the flowers which have been
laid on the altar, you may often tell what petitions
have been offered. The flowers she brought as her
offering signified a bleeding heart. Oh there was
One who would not have refused such an offering-
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring:
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice."

The Hindoo Girl Seeking Jesus. 87
He only could have healed her broken heart, but
she knew Him not.
For a long, long time did she carry flowers and
fruit morning and evening, and once a week offer a
kid of the goats, and sprinkle the blood on herself
and on the altar: but she found that the blood
of goats could not take away her sin;" and very
often she cried out in her deep distress, Oh, I
shall die; and what shall I do if I die without
obtaining salvation ? "
At last she became ill. It was distress of mind
which made her ill. Her mistress with deep sorrow
watched her beloved companion sinking into an
early grave. Poor girl! Do not you pity her?
Do you not hope that the Saviour whom she needed,
but whose name she had never heard, took pity on
her ? Well, listen, and you shall hear all.
One day, as she sat alone in her room, thinking
and longing and weeping, as her custom was, a
beggar came to the door and asked alms. Her
heart was so full that I suppose she spoke of what
she wanted to all whom she met, in hopes that
some might guide her.
She began talking to the beggar, and used a
word which means salvation. The man started and
said, "I think I have heard that word before."
"Where ? oh! where have you heard it ?" she
eagerly asked. "Tell me where I can find that
which I want, and for which I am dying: I shall
soon die; and oh what shall I do, if I die without
obtaining salvation ?"

88 The Hindoo Girl Seeking Jesus.
The man told her the name of a charitable in-
stitution, where once a week two thousand poor
natives were supplied with rice, and before the rice
was given out, some Christian teacher used to
speak to them.
I have heard it there," he said, and they tell
of one Jesus Christ who can give salvation."
My dear readers, do you know the verse ?-
Jesus, the name which calms our fears,
Which bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace."
This poor Hindoo girl felt it to be so, and she
cried, "Oh where is He ? take me to Him."
The man cared nothing about this salvation him-
self. He thought she was mad, and he was going
away; but she would not suffer him to go till he
had given an answer: she dreaded lest she should
miss that prize which now seemed almost within
her reach.
"Well," he said, "I can tell you of a man who
will lead you to Jesus," and he directed her to that
part of the town where Narraput Christian lived.
Who was Narraput Christian ? He was once a
rich and proud Brahmin, but he had given up all
his riches and honours to become a humble disciple
of Jesus, and he was now an assistant missionary
and preacher to his countrymen. This was the
man of whom the beggar spoke.
The Hindoo girl gave the beggar a trifle, and

The Hindoo Girl Seeking Jesus. 39
that very evening she set out in search of
Narraput Christian, the man who would lead her
to Jesus.
She went from house to house, and inquired of
every one she met, "where Narraput Christian,
the man who would lead her to Jesus, lived?"
But no one would tell her. They all knew; but
they were worshippers of idols, and they did not
choose to tell her.
It grew late and dark, and she began to be afraid
of being seen out at that hour. Her heart was
nearly broken, for she thought she must return as
she came, and die without obtaining salvation.
She was just turning to go home, when she saw
a man walking along the road: she thought she
would try once more, so she asked him the same
question, "where Narraput Christian lived, the
man who would lead her to Jesus ?" To her great
joy, he pointed her to the house; and when she
reached it, she met Narraput himself coming out
at the door.
She fell at his feet in tears, and wringing her
hands in anguish, she asked, Are you Narraput
Christian, the man who can lead me to Jesus?
Oh take me to Him; I shall die, and what shall
I do if I die without obtaining salvation ? "
Narraput did not receive her as the Hindoo
priest had done; he raised her kindly from the
ground, and led her into the house, where his
family were met at their evening meal.

40 The Hindoo Girl Seeking Jesus.
"My dear young friend," he said, "sit down
and tell me all."
She told him her history; and as soon as she had
done, she rose and said, "Now, sir, take me to
Jesus. You know where He is. Oh take me to
Ah! if Jesus had been on earth, how willingly
would He have received the poor wanderer: she
thought He was on earth, and that she might go
to Him at once; but Narraput knew that though
He was not here, He was just as able to pity and
welcome her from His mercy-throne in Heaven;
so he only said, Let us pray." All knelt down;
and as he prayed, the poor Hindoo girl felt that
she had found that which she had so long wanted.
The next day, Narraput took her to a mission-
house, and placed her under the care of the mis-
sionaries, Mr. and Mrs. Gogerly. In six months
she was baptized by the name of Mary, after her
who washed the feet of Jesus with her tears. Her
mind was at peace, her health returned, and she
lived to adorn by her example and conversation
the Gospel of God our Saviour.
Are you not very glad that poor Mary did not
die without obtaining salvation ? This was in con-
sequence of missionaries having been sent to India.
How many heathen may there not be almost in the
same case as this poor girl, "seeking after God, if
haply they might find Him." Would that we could
send them all the knowledge of a Saviour too!


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OME years ago, there came to the Kuruman
mission station, in South Africa, a Coranna
chief of the name of Mosheu. He came on
the back of an ox, with two or three attendants.
He looked clean, was tolerably well dressed, and
had a mild and interesting countenance. He
stopped at the missionary's door, and asked where
he should put up.
The missionary, whose name was Moffat, asked
what he had come for, and he said, "To see you!"
This seemed to be true enough, for he looked at
Mr. Moffat from head to foot. Mr. Moffat did not
shave in Africa, and he thought the man was
struck with his long black beard.
The stranger looked about very anxiously at all
he saw in Mr. Moffat's house, the family, and
furniture. Mr. Moffat directed him where to
lodge for the night, and sent a person to offer him
some supper.
This person came back to say that Mosheu had
brought plenty of food with him. The mission-
aries were surprised indeed, for all their native
visitors used to come to them as hungry as hawks,
and expecting to be well feasted at their expense.

44 Mosheu's Visit to Moffat.
Mosheu could understand a little of the Sechuana
language, so he was able next morning to hear a
little of the gospel; but he did not seem as if he
was listening.
He stayed two days, did not ask for anything,
and when he was going away, he held Mr. Moffat's
hand in his, and said, "I came to see you; my
visit has given me pleasure, and now I return
Some time after, he came again; and this time
he brought a large party with him, his wife, his
brother, and other relations. They had all come
five days' journey on ox-back. It was, indeed, a
delightful surprise to the missionaries, to find that
his whole anxiety now was to be a child of God.
Whenever he began to speak on the subject, his
tears would flow. He said,
"When I first visited you, I had only one
heart; but now I have come with two. I cannot
rest; my eyes will not slumber, because of the
things you told me on my first visit."
It seemed that during his solitary ride across the
lonely plains, after h's first visit, he had thought
deeply on the words of the missionaries. As soon
as he reached his own people, he began to teach
them what he had heard. His wife, his brother,
and his brother's wife, became deeply interested
also, and, at length, they set off together to the
Kuruman, to learn more fully what they must do
to be saved.

M2osheu's Visit to Moffat. 45
They stayed as long as they possibly could,
eagerly seeking instruction, and seemed unwilling
to go. Before they left, Mosheu entreated Mr.
Moffat to visit his distant village. Mr. Moffat
had so much else to do, that he feared it might be
a long time before he could do this.
Mosheu held his hand, and, looking earnestly in
his face, said, "Just look at me, and try to refuse
me if you can. There are many at home who can-
not come so far, and I cannot remember all that I
have heard; I shall forget some on the road."
Mr. Moffat was moved, and promised to go as
soon as he could. Mosheu thought him long in
coming, and was on his way to the Kuruman with
his friends, to pay another visit, when he heard
that Mr. Moffat was on the road. He made haste
back to his village, and anxiously waited for the
Mr. Moffat was very tired when he reached
Mosheu's village. It was Saturday night, and he
wanted to lie down to rest, but that was quite out
of the question. As soon as he arrived, a hue and
cry was raised, and old and young came running
to see the wonderful white visitor. They could
not be satisfied till they had all given his hand a
squeeze, and it was midnight before they left him.
He then threw himself down in his wagon to sleep.
After he had had just one little nap, he peeped
out, and was surprised to see a whole congregation
waiting before the wagon. They saw him put his

46 Mosheu's Visit to Moffat.
head out, and directly some of them ran to tell the
rest of the village that he was awake. They were
so eager to hear him preach, that he was obliged to
begin, without waiting even to take a cup of
He took for his text, God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son," etc. While
he preached, all was silence and attention. If
now and then a dog barked, a stone was thrown at
his head to punish him. Two milkmaids stood the
whole time with their milking vessels in their
hands, for fear they should lose a word.
After service Mr. Moffat went to the bed of the
river to wash away the dust of his journey, and
came back, thinking to have his breakfast, but the
people were again assembling, and begging him to
preach. He asked for half an hour to get some
breakfast. Mosheu's wife hobbled off to her house
and fetched him a large vessel of sour milk,
saying, There! drink away-drink much,-and
you will be able to speak long." He drank, and
again stood up to preach to his eager congregation.
When he had done, some gathered in companies
to talk the subject over, and others came to ask
him many questions about it. There was a young
man standing at a little distance, very oddly
dressed. He had on part of one leg of a pair of
trousers,-and part of the skin of a zebra's head,
with the ears hanging down, on his head, for a

Mosheu's Visit to Moffat. 47
He was speaking with great animation to a
number of people round him, who were all atten-
tion. Mr. Moffat went up to them to hear what
it was all about, and he found that the young man
was preaching his sermon over again almost word
for word. He was repeating it with great solem-
nity, and imitating Mr. Moffat's manner and
When Mr. Moffat praised his excellent memory,
he did not seem vain. He touched his forehead
with his finger, and said, When I hear anything
great, it remains here." This young man did not
live long, but there is reason to hope that he died
a true believer.
In the evening, after the cows were milked, and
the herds had laid themselves down in the fold, a
congregation for the third time stood before Mr.
Moffat's wagon. There were no lamps to light
them, but the silvery moon shone on their dark
and earnest countenances.
When the sermon was done, they lingered about
the wagon, asking more questions, and repeating
over and over again what they had heard. It was
late at night before the tired missionary could get
any rest, but he was well pleased to have such work
to fatigue him. How pleased would your ministers
be, dear readers, to see you as much in earnest
about salvation as were these poor Corannas !
The next day, the wind was too high for out-of-
door service, but Mr. Moffat was very busy all day

48 3Mosheu's Visit to Moffat.
in giving many of the people a first lesson in
reading in their own little houses.
They thought that he could teach them in one
lesson, or put it into their heads in some such easy
way as he gave medicine to the sick. In the
evening, they again gathered together for public
worship. When that was over, everybody wanted
to learn to read directly. Mr. Moffat had brought
two or three young people with him from the
Kuruman school, and he set them to teach, and
placed a number of scholars in a circle round each
of them.
The new pupils could not all see the small
letters in the spelling books by the light of the
moon, but they shouted out the names of the
letters along with those who could see them, and
they thought that this would do just as well as
seeing the shape.
It was late, and Mr, Moffat was very tired, but
now the chief men took it into their heads that
he must teach them to read. He found a large
sheet-alphabet among his papers, and he placed it
on the ground, while his tall pupils knelt in a
circle round it. You shall hear the rest in his
own words.
"I began pointing with a stick, and when I
pronounced one letter, all hallooed to some pur-
pose. When I remarked that perhaps we might
manage with somewhat less noise, one replied, he
was sure the louder he roared, the sooner his

Mosheu's Visit to M[offat. 49
tongue would get used to the 'seeds' as he called
the letters.
"As it was growing late, I rose to straighten my
back, which was beginning to tire, when I saw
some young folks come dancing and skipping
towards me, and they, without any ceremony, seized
hold of me. Oh, teach us the A B C, with music,'
everyone cried, giving me no time to tell them
that it was too late. They had heard about this
through one of my boys.
"Dragged and pushed, I entered one of the
largest native houses, which was instantly crowded.
The tune of 'Auld lang syne,' was pitched to A B
C. Each succeeding round was joined by fresh
voices, till every tongue was vocal, and every
countenance beamed with heartfelt satisfaction.
"The longer they sang, the more freedom was
felt, and 'Auld lang syne' was echoed to the
farthest corner of the village.
"After two hours'singing and puffing, I obtained
permission with some difficulty, to leave them. It
was between two and three in the morning.
"Worn out in mind and body, I lay down in my
wagon, cap and shoes and all, just to have a few
hours' sleep before starting on my journey home-
ward. As the 'music-hall' was not far from my
pillow, there was little chance of sleeping soundly,
for the young singers seemed unwearied, and A B
C to 'Auld lang syne,' went on till I was ready to
wish it at John-o-Groat's house.

50 lMoslheu's Visit to Moffat.
"The company at length broke up; and awaking
in the morning after a short sleep, I was not a
little surprised to hear the old tune in every corner
of the village. The maids milking the cows, and
the boys tending the calves, were humming their
alphabet over again."
The next day, all the people of the village went
with Mr. Moffat some way on his journey; and
when they were obliged to part, they all stood
looking after him till his wagon was hid from them
by a thick grove of trees.
Mosheu and his people made very pleasing
progress in Christian knowledge. They would
often come on journeys to the Kuruman, or to the
French missionary station at Motito, to get more
Forty or fifty men, women, and children, all
mounted on oxen, might be seen coming over the
plain on this errand. They would bring with them
a number of milch cows, that they might not put
the missionaries and their friends to expense, and
they would stay two months at a time, learning
Andries, the brother of Mosheu, got on so well,
that he was chosen schoolmaster to his people.
He left his son with the French missionary to be
taught, and Mosheu placed his daughter under
Mrs. Moffat's care. In course of time she gained
much knowledge, and became a Christian girl.



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E should all pity the Jews. They were
God's own people. Through them salva-
tion came to us. They have no country
now. For some hundreds of years they have
been scattered over the wide world. They have
been ill-used and persecuted in almost every land.
In a German town there once lived a little
Jewish girl named Matilda, whom I should like to
tell you about. When she was nine years old,
her parents sent her to a Christian school, that
she might learn different things that would be
useful to her. But they were very much afraid
of her learning anything about the New Testa-
ment in the school, so they begged the teacher to
give their little girl something else to do when the
other children were having Christian instruction.
Matilda was a very obedient child, and she did
not wish to do anything that her parents dis-
approved, but she could not shut her ears to what
the teacher was saying to his scholars. What
she heard deeply impressed her mind, and she
longed to be taught as the other children were.
When playtime came, she longed to get among
them, for she hoped that they would tell her

54 Matilda, the Jewish Maiden.
more of Jesus, but the children never spoke to
her about Him. Perhaps they did not know and
love Him for themselves.
As little Matilda could not get what she wanted
from the children, she tried to get into the
company of older Christians. She felt great love
and esteem for those who loved that dear Saviour
of whom she had heard at school.
It so happened, that in the same house in
which she lived, there dwelt a Christian family,
and this family had a pious servant, named
Elizabeth. Matilda had not courage to speak to
her, but she used to look at her very earnestly,
as if she wished to speak. Elizabeth could not help
thinking much of the little Jewish girl whose dark
eyes so often met hers, and in tender compassion
she prayed that she might be led to the Saviour.
It was a whole year before they spoke to one
another. Matilda was the first to speak. She
was so anxious that at last she found some
excuse to let Elizabeth know what was in her
heart. Elizabeth could only say a few words to
her, but those few words made Matilda wish to
hear more, and she went oftener and oftener to
Elizabeth, and every time she said, "My dear
Elizabeth, pray tell me something about the Lord
As soon as her playtime was over, she would
run away from Elizabeth and return to her
parents. She was more obedient and attentive to

Matilda, the Jewish Maiden. 55
them than ever, but they saw something particular
about her. They thought she had heard some-
thing at school, and they went to her teacher and
again begged that she might not be allowed to
hear anything about the Christian religion. But
Matilda was so anxious to be saved, and such
love to her Saviour had filled her heart, that no
one could hinder her any longer.
If her teacher gave her a sum to reckon, that
she might not listen, she made haste to finish it.
When she had done, she kept her eyes on her
slate, that she might not have another sum given
her, and then, while the teacher was speaking,
she listened only for the beloved name of Jesus.
Every morning she used His name in her
prayer, for she began to feel that she could do
nothing without Him. Every day she went round
the house, and listened at the room-doors to hear
whether the Christians were talking of Jesus.
When she got a book, she only read it to seek
the name of Jesus there; and if she did not find
that sweet name, she wept, and would read the
book no more.
Matilda's parents now began to be quite afraid
that their little girl would finish by becoming a
Christian. They would not allow her to go to
school any more, and her father gave her lessons
himself instead. What Matilda felt still more
was, that she could not go to church with the
other children.

56 Matilda, the Jewish Maiden.
She had the comfort, however, of talking to her
friend Elizabeth. She often went to her, and
with tears in her eyes told her that she was to
go to church no more. Elizabeth advised her to
pray to her Saviour to grant her desire of going to
His temple, and she told her of His promise, "If
two of you shall agree on earth as touching any-
thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for
them of My Father which is in heaven."
Matilda was very thankful to hear this, and she
asked Elizabeth to pray with her. They agreed
to pray together every day that week, that the
Lord would incline the heart of her parents to
allow her to go to church on Sunday next, and
Elizabeth promised to ask this favour of her
On Saturday evening, while they were at prayer,
the kitchen door opened. It was Matilda's sister
who had followed her softly; she called to Matilda
in an angry voice, and said, "You shall go with
me to our father directly."
After dinner, Matilda came to Elizabeth again.
Her eyes were red, for she had been crying very
much, and she told Elizabeth that she was no
longer to be allowed to come to her in the evening.
Elizabeth asked her many questions, but Matilda
did not like to tell her all; she did not like to
tell that her father had beaten her, and forbidden
her to pray.
At last Elizabeth made it out, and then

Matilda, the Jewish Maiden. 57
Matilda said, "When I told my father what I
prayed for, I was beaten much more; but I have
come to prayer this one evening more, that I may
get leave to go to church." Elizabeth advised her
to go on praying in her heart, as they had been
betrayed, and her parents were so displeased; but
she said that she could not pray with her any
more, nor ask permission for her to go to church.
Matilda's play-hour was over, and she went
away sorrowfully for that time; but in the evening
she came again, and entreated Elizabeth to pray
with her. She said, "I will only stand behind
you while you pray." At last Elizabeth con-
sented. Then Matilda begged Elizabeth to come
down stairs very early next morning to request
her parents to allow her to go to church. Eliza-
beth said she could not ask them, but Matilda
would not give it up.
Next day was Sunday, and early in the morning
Matilda was seated on the staircase. Elizabeth
came out of her room, and told Matilda that she
had made up her mind not to ask her parents.
Matilda began to cry very much. She felt that
it was wrong to pray, and then not to do what
we could towards having our prayer granted.
Elizabeth steadily refused. Matilda ventured up
to her room three times, and tried to persuade
her, but in vain. She turned from Matilda, and
went to church alone.
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58 Matilda, the Jewish Maiden.
till she was out of sight, and Elizabeth could not
help thinking of her all the time she was at
church. She thought more about Matilda than
she did about the sermon. When she returned,
she found Matilda again sitting waiting for her
on the stairs. She entreated Elizabeth to ask
leave for her to go to church in the afternoon.
Whether Elizabeth would have given way,
unless something had happened, I cannot tell, but
in the afternoon her master sent her to Matilda's
parents to ask for a book.
Matilda was still on the watch; and when she
heard this, she begged Elizabeth to ask for her
at the same time. Elizabeth consented, and they
went down stairs together. Matilda's mother
came out of her room just at that time, and she
gave Elizabeth the book directly. Matilda sat
down on a footstool, and said, "Mother, that was
not all: she wants something more."
Then Elizabeth was obliged to say, that it was
to ask leave for Matilda to go with her that
afternoon to church. Matilda's mother said she
could not decide, but would call her father.
When he came in, he stood still, looked very
angrily at Elizabeth, and turned into a little side-
room, without speaking a word. How anxious
poor Matilda must have felt while they waited
for him. It was a long time before he came
back, and then he said, "Yes, Matilda may go to

Matilda, the Jewish Maiden. 59
The little girl leaped for joy, and did not know
how to express her pleasure that she had not
prayed in vain. She went to church with Eliza-
beth, and as she came back, she said, Oh, how
much the preacher told us of our dear Saviour."
This was the last pleasure of the kind that
poor Matilda had. From that day she was
altogether forbidden to talk to Elizabeth, and she
was sent every day to visit some Jewish children.
One day, after six weeks had passed, as
Elizabeth was crossing the street, Matilda caught
sight of her. She sprang up to Elizabeth, and
oh! how delighted they were to meet again.
"Dear Matilda!" said Elizabeth, "it will be
such joy as this, and much greater too, when we
meet in heaven, near our beloved Saviour. Then
all who loved the Lord Jesus in this world will
bid us welcome in everlasting bliss; they will
lead us to our Heavenly Father's feet, and humbly
thank Him for all His goodness to them and
to us."
"Oh!" said Matilda, "how much I should
rejoice if I were only to be seen there."
"Then," said Elizabeth, "you should pray that
your Saviour may soon take you to the place
where He dwells."
Matilda said, "Since the time that we were
separated, I have risen early every morning that
I might pray in my room without being inter-
rupted. I cannot forget what I have heard of

60 Matilda, the Jewish Maiden.
my dear Saviour ; how happy I shall be when I
see Him !"
One evening in the next week, Matilda came
very softly into the kitchen, and begged Elizabeth
to pray with her only once more. Elizabeth did
so. A few days after, she heard that Matilda was
ill. She took some flowers, and asked Matilda's
mother to allow her to take them to her. Her
mother gave leave, and very pleased was Matilda
when she saw Elizabeth by her bedside. Her
mother went out of the room, and Elizabeth said,
"Dear Matilda, do you still think about heaven ?"
"Yes," said Matilda, "I am always thinking
about it, and about everything that you have
told me."
"My dear Matilda," said Elizabeth again,
"when you are in the presence of our Saviour, do
not forget me."
Matilda stretched out her little hand and wept
aloud, and Elizabeth wept with her. "No," she
said at last, "no, Elizabeth, I will surely not
forget you."
These were her last words, and then she could
no longer speak, or understand what was said to
her. The mother came in, and when she saw
Elizabeth's tears, she asked whether Matilda had
offended her.
No," said Elizabeth, "I am weeping because
Matilda is so very ill."
The mother would not believe that it was so.

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She thought that Matilda's illness was very slight,
and that she would soon get well; but when she
came to the bedside, she found that Matilda
could not speak any more. Four days the little
girl remained in this state, and then she died.
He whom she loved so well had heard her prayer
and taken her to be with Him: she was at rest in
the arms of her Saviour.
I think that, after reading this story, I need
not ask you to pity the little Jewish children, who
are never allowed to see a New Testament, or to
hear the name of Jesus, though they may be in a
Christian land. I will only ask you to think over
the pretty verses another friend has written for
Scattered by God's avenging hand,
Afflicted and forlorn,
Sad wanderers from their pleasant land,
Do Judah's children mourn;
And ev'n in Christian countries, few
Breathe thoughts of pity towards the Jew.
Yet listen, children, do you love
The Bible's precious page ?
Then let your hearts with kindness move
To Israel's heritage ;-
Who traced those lines of love for you !
Each sacred writer was a Jew.
And then as years and ages passed,
And nations rose and fell,
Tho' clouds and darkness oft were cast
O'er captive Israel,
The oracles of God for you
Were kept in safety by the Jew.

62 Matilda, the Jewish Maiden.

And when the great Redeemer came
For guilty man to bleed,
He did not take an angel's name;-
No,-born of Abraham's seed,
Jesus, who gave His life for you,
The gentle Saviour, was a Jew /

And though His own received Him not,
And turned in pride away,
Whence is the Gentile's happier lot ?
Are you more just than'they?
No-God in pity turned to you-
Have you no pity for the Jew ?

Go then, and bend your knee to pray
For Israel's ancient race;
Ask the dear Saviour every day
To call them by His grace ;
Go-for a debt of love is due
From Christian children to the Jew I





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T is a pleasant and cheerful thing to stand by
the water-side in some busy sea-port, and see
the vessels with their cargoes all packed,
their sails set, and their brave and active seamen
on board, sailing away with a fair wind and a
strong brisk tide, to carry their treasures to distant
lands, far across the deep blue sea.
Children who live in sea-port towns can under-
stand all this; and those who do not, must try to
fancy it all: the bright sunshine, the sharp sea-
breeze, and the dancing waves, and then the
shouts of the sailors and the splash of the restless
waters mingling together, as the stately ship sails
away on her long, long voyage.
Many stand on the shore to watch, but there is
one who seems to look more anxiously than the
rest; ah! that is the merchant, the owner of the
ship, or of her cargo. Many precious things he
has sent in that vessel: how he will think of her
when she shall be far away! how he will hope
she is safe, and that the good things she is taking
will sell for a great deal of money, and that with
that money other things may be bought which she

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shall bring home to England, that so he may "buy
and sell, and get gain."
But you will say that this is not a Missionary
story." Yes, it is; it is a story for all the little
missionary collectors and subscribers; for all who
have learned the best use of a penny,"
"Not on apples, or cakes, or on playthings to spend it,
But over the seas for the heathen to send it."
Listen, dear children; you are merchants-little
seed merchants. "The seed is the word of God;"
your pennies are helping to send it abroad.
Missionaries go to sow this precious seed, and
the hearts of little heathen children, and of
heathen men and women too, are the gardens in
which they love to work. God smiles upon their
labours, and His smile is like the sunshine in
summer; it causes the seed to spring, and the
blossom to open, and. the precious fruits to ripen.
And then the missionaries write home to tell us
"good news from afar," and we listen, and rejoice,
and thank GQd-the God of the harvest.
Now do you see how you are merchants, and
how the stories I am going to tell you are fruits
which have come home instead of the seed you
have sent out ? Try to remember this, and I will
tell you afterwards what you must do with the
fruits, and how you must try to learn lessons from
heathen lands.
One Sabbath evening, a missionary was walking

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up and down in the verandah before his house, in
the island of Aitutaki. The sun was just setting
behind the waves of the Southern Ocean, the
labours of the day were over, and in that cool,
quiet evening hour, the missionary was lifting his
heart to God, and asking a blessing on his people,
his schools, and himself.
All was hushed and still, except a little rustling
in the leaves of a mimosa-tree close by. He
fancied a breeze was springing up, and continued
his lonely walk, but again he heard the rustling
and again and again, till he felt quite sure it could
not be the wind alone, so he parted the long leafy
branches of the tree, and peeped beneath. What
did he find there? Three little boys! Two were
fast asleep in each other's arIrr-, but the third was
awake, and it was he who had stirred the mimosa
"What are you doing here, my children?"
asked the missionary. "We are come to sleep
here, teacher," said the boy-"And why would
you sleep here ? have you no home ?" Oh yes,
but if we sleep here we are sure to be quite ready
when the first school-bell rings in the morning."-
"Do your parents know about it ?" "Mine do;
but these little boys have no parents, they are
Now, the nights in the South Sea Islands are
not cold and damp like ours; but the kind
missionary looked round, and he felt sure a heavy

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rain was coming, so, rousing the sleeping ones,
he led the three little fellows into the large
porch of his house, where they might rest in
safety; and oh his heart rejoiced to know that
thus they loved to come to school, to "hear of
heaven, and learn the way."
Very like this was the story of some little black
children, in New Zealand, who lived a long way
from one side of a river, and their school was at
the other side. There are no bridges there. Did
they, therefore, stay at home ? No. We will try
to tell you, in verse, how they showed their love to
their school. Cannot you fancy them, as they set
off, singing some such song as this,-
Oh! come, with the morning's earliest ray
Joyfully onward we take our'way
Across the wide valley or sunny plain,
Till our teacher's distant home we gain.
See where the walls of the school house white
Cheerfully gleam in the morning light;
Many a wonderful thing is there;-
Books which can speak, tho' no voice we hear;
Slates which can carry our thoughts away,
Tho' never a word with our lips we say;
And pictures and beautiful maps to tell
Of the far-off countries where strangers dwell"
But the little ones came to a river's side,
Gently onward the wavelets glide,
But ah! neither bridge nor boat is there
To help them over the waters fair.-
Do the little travellers turn again
And retrace their steps over valley and plain ?
No; with their treasured books held high,
Lightly they spring from the herbage dry,

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And manfully breasting the yielding wave,
No help from bridge or from boat they crave,
Quickly they land on the opposite shore,
And soon they are safe at the school-house door.
Oh! could some o. our English children feel
But a spark of the little islanders' zeal,
How soon would each vacant class be full
In our happy English Sunday-school!
Now, dear little readers, stop a minute and
think; you could not sleep all night under a tree
in England, nor could you swim across a stream,
like the young New Zealanders, who have not
clothes like yours to hinder them, and who can
swim almost like fishes; but is there the same
feeling in your hearts ?
Does not a shower, or a cold day, or a very hot
day, sometimes keep you from school ? And do
you not sometimes walk idly into your place when
half the business of the class is over ? If it be
so, and you feel reproved by these stories, then
try to show your teachers that you have learned
some good lessons from heathen lands.
And now I will tell you another story about the
Sabbath, not about children, as the others were,
but still what children may profit by.
A little boat was sailing on its lonely course
across the deep waters of the Southern Ocean; no
island was near, no shore to be seen. Wherever
the poor voyagers looked, still the same wide.wide
sea spread around, and their hearts felt sad and
heavy. They had been six weeks upon those deep

Little Seed Merchants.

waters; their small stock of food had grown less
and less, and now a very little rice; and a few
drops of oil were all their store.
They divided the rice, and ate a grain at a time,
and then they dipped a little of the husk of the
cocoa-nut in oil, to moisten their parched and
thirsty lips. It was the Sabbath-day, and, weak
and weary as they were, they raised a Sabbath
hymn, and then they read together in God's holy
word, and prayed that they might not die from
famine on the mighty deep.
Just then a large fish appeared on the top of
the waves, and played some time around the boat:
the poor sailors were hungry, and the fish would
have made them one good meal at least; but it
was the Sabbath-day: they looked at it, and at
each other, and, after talking together, they agreed
that "they would not catch fish on the Lord's
So they let it swim away, and again they
prayed, "resting in the Lord and waiting patiently
for Him;" and their prayer was heard. God led
them safely across the waters to the island of
Atui, and at length brought them back to their
own far-off home.
These were South Sea Islanders. A very little
time before they knew nothing of God's holy day,
or of Him who is Lord of the Sabbath, and now
they knew but little, or they might have thought
how Jesus Himself allowed His hungry disciples

Little Seed Merchants.

to seek and gather food on the Sabbath day, for
" He loved mercy better than sacrifice." But
with our better knowledge, is our spirit as obedient ?
The Bible says, "Happy is the man that feareth
always, but he that hardeneth his heart shall fall
into mischief."
We can only give you one more lesson in this
chapter; it, too, comes from the South Seas-
from the beautiful island of Rarotonga, where a
missionary was one day taking his way from one
station to another.
On one side of him rose lofty hills, fringed with
rows of spreading chesnut-trees, and the deep blue
waves of the ocean rolled on the other. His path
lay beneath the shade of banana and plaintain-
trees, while scattered about at some little distance
from the road, were the pretty houses of the
natives, each with its path of black and white
pebbles leading to the door.
Six or eight stone seats were ranged by the
way-side, and here, in the cool of the evening,
the people loved to sit, and they would often say,
"Here my father or grand-father, or some great
chief, used to sit long long since."
I wonder whether they ever thought how
different the scene was then-their fathers had
no peaceful dwellings or smiling gardens like
theirs. No, for they had not the gospel, or
English teachers to tell them how to build, or
dig, or plant. But oh, was it for this, then, that

72 Little Seed Merchants.
the missionary had left his happy English home ?
No, he rejoiced in the increased comforts of the
islanders, but he felt that his message was to their
hearts, his chief work to sow seed there. And
had he done this ?
We will listen, for just at that moment a voice
said to him, "Welcome, servant of God, who
brought light to this dark island, who brought to
us the word of salvation!"
Ah! that was a pleasant sound, and the
missionary (it was Mr. Williams) looked up, and
before him stood a poor native whose hands and
feet had been eaten away by a sad disease, so that
he had to walk upon his knees.
"And what do you know of the word of salva-
tion?" said Mr. W.
"Oh," Buteve replied, "I know about Jesus,
who came into the world to save sinners, and died
painfully on the cross to pay for all their sins,
that so they might go to heaven."
"And do all people, then, go to heaven?"
"No, none but they who believe in the Lord
Jesus, put away their sins, and pray to God."
"Then, do you pray?"
"Oh yes, while I weed my ground, I pray, and
three times a day, and in the morning and
evening with my family."
"And what do you say ?"
"I say, '0 Lord, I am a great sinner; may
Jesus take away my sins, and give me His

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righteousness to adorn me, and His spirit to
teach me, and make my heart good, and to take
me to heaven when I die!'"
"Well, Buteve, that is very good; but who
taught you this ?"
"Oh, you taught me," said Buteve; "you
brought the good word."
"Ah, but I never saw you listening when I
preached: how did you hear?"
"Oh," said the poor man, "I take my seat by
the way-side as the people pass by, and I beg a
bit of the word from them: one gives me one
piece, and another another piece; I put all these
in my heart, and think about them; and then I
pray to God, and so He teaches me to understand
Dear young friends, as you read of this poor
cripple working in his garden, and praying to
God the while, do you think of the Bible lesson,
to be "diligent in business, fervent in spirit,
serving God?"
And as you picture him like one of old "sitting
by the way-side begging," not for the bread which
perisheth, but for heavenly food, do you remember
your English homes, with their schools and Sabbath
services? And does not another text come to your
mind, "Where much is given, much shall be re-
quired?" Oh like Buteve, the poor cripple of
Rarotonga, put these things into your hearts, and
then pray to God that your souls may not be like

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the fleece of Gideon, dry while the dew of instruc-
tion is falling all around you!
And now I have no more stories; but I have a
short message for yourselves. One autumn a lady
gave me some beautiful fruit. I put one of the
stones into the garden, and soon a tiny stalk peeped
out, then two bright green leaves opened, and after
them, more and more. It is but a slender twig
now, but it has lived through the long winter
months, and, perhaps, with care and culture, it
may be a tree in time. This is just what I want
you to do with my stories-my fruit.
Do any of you sometimes come late to
school, or even like to stay quite away? Are
there any who do not "remember the Sabbath
day to keep it holy ?" or who do not prize their
Sabbath lessons and sermons ? Ah! dear children !
pick out from these stories some little good seeds
for your own hearts, and then ask God to cause
those seeds to spring and blossom there; then,
while you care for others, you shall keep your own
vineyards, too; and these lessons from heathen
lands will be better to you "than the merchandize
of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold."



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T a missionary meeting in the north of Eng-
land, the clergyman of the parish, who'was
in the chair, saw a little girl about five
years old sitting on her father's knee. The little
girl did not make any noise, or fidget about, or
even go to sleep; but she looked up at the good
ministers and gentlemen who spoke, and seemed to
be very much pleased with what she heard.
The clergyman did not know the little girl, but
he could not help noticing her because she was so
very attentive. About sixteen weeks after this
meeting, he was asked to go and see a sick child,
and when he went into the house, who should it
be but the little girl whom he had seen at the
meeting! He went to see her many times. One
day he said to her, "Whom do you love?" and
she said, "I do love the Lord Jesus." There was
everything in this dear child's behaviour to make
him think this was quite true. In a little while she
died, and her friends felt comforted, for they were
sure that she had gone to be with Jesus.
After she had died, her father went to the
clergyman. The tears were in his eyes, for though
he thought she was in heaven, he could not help

78 Where there's a Will, there's a Way."
feeling very sorry to lose his little girl. He said,
"Here is a missionary box from my little girl.
After the missionary meeting she begged that I
would buy her one, and that I would give her a
penny a week to put into it, and so I did."
The box was made of china, and they were
obliged to break it open to get the money out. As
the little child had had the box seventeen weeks,
her father knew that there should be seventeen
pennies; but when the pennies were counted, there
were eighteen and a halfpenny. At first her father
could not think how this could be. Very soon he
recollected that one day when his little girl was
ill and very thirsty, a friend had given her three
halfpence to buy an orange. Instead of buying
an orange, and without telling anyone about it,
she had put the three halfpence in the missionary
At the bottom of the box these words were
found written: "She hath done what she could."

DID you ever see a tract called "The Shepherd of
Salisbury Plain?" It tells how the children of
this shepherd used to go and gather all the wool
that the sheep left on the furze bushes, and keep
it very carefully till they had a great deal, and then
sell it to get some money for their father and

Where there's a Will, there's a Way." 79
There was a missionary meeting at another place
in the country, and some little boys and girls were
there. A clergyman spoke to them, and told them
how the other children had got money by the
sheeps' wool, and asked them whether they could
not find out a way to get some money for the
Missionary Society.
The children went away, and talked to each
other about it. They said, We have no sheep
on our common, and we cannot get any wool; but
there are plenty of geese. We will look about
every day for goose quills."
So every day they picked up all they could find,
and put them into a bag; and before the mission-
ary meeting came again, they sold the goose quills,
and took 16s. 6d. to the meeting as their gift to
the Missionary Society.
A gentleman told all this to some more children
at another missionary meeting in London. A poor
little girl was there who thought to herself, "I am
very poor: I have no money, and there are no
sheep-no geese here: what can I do?" At
length she thought of a way to get some money.
What could it be ? Guess. It was with old bones!
So every morning she got up very early, before
other people were up, and wont about the squares,
and the cold, lonely, dirty streets to pick up bones.
It was not a pleasant thing to do; and when she
passed the bakers' shops as she went home, and
smelt the nice hot rolls, perhaps she often wished

806 Wher le ..re's a TWill there's a: Way."
for one, for she was very poor and very hungry.
But she loved the Lord Jesus, and felt pleased to
deny hi telf fir His sake, and she wished the poor
heathen children to be taught to love Him too. So
when she sold the bones, she never spent the
money, but kept it in a bag till she had 13s. 4d.
The time for the missionary meeting came
round, but the little girl was not there. She was
at a larger and happier meeting than any in this
world. When she was very ill and on her death-bed,
she sent for her Sunday-school teacher, and said,
"Please to give this money for me to the secretary
of the Missionary Society, and tell Mr. Thompson
that I did not forget what he said at the meeting."
So after her death the little bag was taken from
under her pillow; and it was shown at the mission-
ary meeting, and perhaps the little children there
would remember it better than if the little girl had
lived to take it herself.
This dear child is now in heaven : she sees her
Redeemer face to face: perhaps she has met some
little black children there also. Do you think she
is sorry now that she took so much pains to please
her Saviour?



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