between different parts of the earth. Take Jamaica, for instance: it is five hours and a quarter behind your time. Each place, according to its position on the globe, takes up the hymn of praise; so that the round world seems girdled with children's praises to God on Sundays. Is not this delightful? Or, if you like another figure better, each Sunday-school prepares a beautiful garland, and lays it down at the feet of Jesus. For praise is like the flowers of worship. How you should sing those sweet hymns of your school with love in your heart to the Saviour! Garlands used to be placed upon the heads of the victors in the Grecian games; but yours are laid at Jesus' feet, to show that He is worthy; but you, being unworthy, lay them there, and beg His acceptance of them for His own sake. Let me tell you of a garland which I saw not long ago laid upon a coffin. One of our missionaries in Jamaica was in bad health; he visited England, and recovered. In returning to his field of labour he took yellow-fever in the ship; he landed on Kingston, the chief place of that island, and that night the fever developed itself. His wife went there thinking to fetch him home, after seven months' absence, but she nursed him for the tomb. His black deacons went to see him too, hoping he would be able to return with them, but they had to bear his coffin to the grave; while the ladies, who made his shroud, with their kindly hands placed a beautiful garland on the coffin. It reminded me of life's sunshine and shadow; it carried my mind to that grave that was in the garden, and it made me think of the faithful labourer, crowned in heaven with "a crown of glory that fadeth not away."

I must return to the subject of Sunday-schools next month. In the meantime, I hope you are all good chil dren; so that, if Jesus should send death to any of you, and should say to your weeping parents, "Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not," you may go and be with Him for ever.

"Around the throne of God in heaven
Thousands of children stand—
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band."

AN INDIAN ORPHAN'S LETTER.

(The writer is a Native girl, supported by the scholars of the Trowbridge Tabernacle Sunday School, and is written to a young friend who sent her Ten Shillings).

Madras, May 8th, 1867. MY DEAR FRIEND,-I received the five rupees that you so kindly sent me by Mrs. Corbold, and I am very thankful for it, dear friend. Though we have not seen each other in face, yet I believe that you love me in Christ Jesus.

The Lord has graciously preserved all who are in the school, with Mr. and Mrs. Corbold and their children, from the dangers and sickness and death which were around us last year.

I have no father nor mother, but I believe God's word, in which He says, "I am the Father of the fatherless;" and, according to this promise, He has brought me to this place in order that I may hear His word, and love Him, and walk like Him. I am now in the

second class in school.
The
lessons we learn are Scripture,
Tamil Grammar, Geography,
Reading Lessons, Tamil Natural
History, and Arithmetic. Our

dear friends, Mr. and Mrs.
Corbold, take great interest in
teaching us many good things,
for which we are very thankful.
I must write some day to my
other kind friends at Trowbridge,
who send money for me every
year. My sister helped me write
this letter without her I could
not do the English so well..
With much love from all that
are here, and from myself, I
remain, my dear friend, affec-
tionately yours,

JOANNA TURNER.*
My own name is Rachel Jonas,

*P.S.-Joanna Turner was the name of the foundress of the Trowbridge Tabernacle.

N the 8th of January, 1867, our noble ship, which

about twelve months before had been visited and admired by thousands as she lay in the docks, ended her short and troubled career on a coral reef off Niue, commonly known as Savage Island." For eleven dark days, during which the captain could take no observation by the

I must return to the subject of Sunday-schools next month. In the meantime, I hope you are all good children; so that, if Jesus should send death to any of you, and should say to your weeping parents, "Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not," you may go and be with Him for ever.

"Around the throne of God in heaven
Thousands of children stand-
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band."

AN INDIAN ORPHAN'S LETTER.

(The writer is a Native girl, supported by the scholars of the Trowbridge Tabernacle Sunday School, and is written to a young friend who sent her Ten Shillings).

Madras, May 8th, 1867. MY DEAR FRIEND,-I received the five rupees that you so kindly sent me by Mrs. Corbold, and I am very thankful for it, dear friend. Though we have not seen each other in face, yet I believe that you love me in Christ Jesus.

The Lord has graciously preserved all who are in the school, with Mr. and Mrs. Corbold and their children, from the dangers and sickness and death which were around us last year.

I have no father nor mother, but I believe God's word, in which He says, "I am the Father of the fatherless;" and, according to this promise, He has brought me to this place in order that I may hear His word, and love Him, and walk like Him. I am now in the

The

second class in school.
lessons we learn are Scripture,
Tamil Grammar, Geography,
Reading Lessons, Tamil Natural
History, and Arithmetic. Our
dear friends, Mr. and Mrs.
Corbold, take great interest in
teaching us many good things,
for which we are very thankful.
I must write some day to my
other kind friends at Trowbridge,
who send money for me every
year. My sister helped me write
this letter: without her I could
not do the English so well..
With much love from all that
are here, and from myself, I
remain, my dear friend, affec-
tionately yours,

JOANNA TURNER.*
My own name is Rachel Jonas,

P.S.-Joanna Turner was the name of the foundress of the Trowbridge Tabernacle.

N the Sth of January, 1867, our noble ship, which about twelve months before had been visited and admired by thousands as she lay in the docks, ended her short and troubled career on a coral reef off Niue, commonly known as Savage Island." For eleven dark days, during which the captain could take no observation by the