66 idea. "They were sitting in darkness, in the region and shadow of death." They were " without God, and without hope." 'We know nothing of God," some of them said. An African boy, belonging to "Good Hope" estate, went to "Souvenir" one Sabbath to hear the "new word." When 66 66 the minister entered the pulpit, he supposed he came direct from heaven. On his way home his uncle said to him, Ah, boy! thank God, we see God to-day." Some time after that the boy met Mr. Wray, and asked him, “ Massa, you come from God?" (meaning direct from heaven, as an angel might come). "No; but I am come to talk to you about God," was Mr. Wray's answer. Why do you light a candle ?" asked the missionary. 'To see with," was the boy's reply. "Then," said Mr. Wray, "I have a candle to let you see, and show you the path to heaven." In this manner the missionary found his way to the hearts of the slaves-speaking to them of their souls, and of Jesus Christ as their Saviour. What a blessed thing for them that Mr. Wray was sent to dispel the darkness of sin, to lift up the light of the Gospel, and to lead the people to Jesus Christ, the "Sun of Righteousness!" We, having "the light," are to walk in the light," and help to make it shine throughout the world. 66 "Thou, whose almighty word, Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light." THE JAMAICA MISSIONARY MEETING, AND HOW WE GOT THERE. IT had rained heavily the night before, and, knowing the roads would be heavy, we started early. There were seven rivers to cross. Havbegan For a At one of them there was a dangerous quicksand, against which we were put on our guard, otherwise we should most likely have got into it. ing crossed the rivers, we to ascend the mountains. time the road was passable, and then it became very narrow, scarcely sufficient for a horse to walk. On the one side were high rocks, on the other a chasm, many hundred feet deep, with the gully running at the bottom. A false step, or a slip of the land, and, unless stopped by some tree, of which there were not many, the traveller must have gone to the bottom, where his travels would be at an end. I cannot say that I felt quite comfortable, and had taken my feet out of the stirrups, and was naturally led to lean over to the safe side; but my companion seemed more frightened than myself, and there was a cause; for, whilst riding along a similar piece of road, his boy, who was riding behind him, had disappeared, and horse and rider had gone down till stopped by a tree. The first thing he heard was the boy calling out, "Daddy oh, Mammy oh, me dead, oh !" the remembrance of which was enough to make him timid. After a great deal of climbing we got to our destination, "Mount Zion." "Beautiful for situation" is this mission station, and from it a commanding view of the country is obtained. The meeting was a good one, and addresses were delivered by representatives of the Church of England, Wesleyan, Free Methodist, and our own society; but before the meeting was over the rain began to fall, when there were anxious glances and ominous shakings of the head, by those who had a journey before them. Our good missionary sister had provided an excellent dinner; but we were too anxious HOPE, my young friends, you carefully preserve the monthly copies of your Missionary Magazine, and at the end of the year have them all bound together in a neat little volume. If so, go to your little book-shelf, and take down the volume for the year 1864, turn to page 218, and you will there see a very good picture of "The So Travancore Mission Hospital" Come along with me, now, and I will take you through it, and let you see us at our work. You must not be faint-hearted, however; for if you wish to see all that is to be seen, you must make up your mind to witness sights not very pleasant to behold; and, when you enter the waiting-room, where you will find a great number of people, afflicted with all kinds of diseases, assembled, though it is a fine large well-ventilated hall, still you must not expect that the air is as pure, and fresh, and balmy, as it is outside. A PEEP AT THE HOSPITAL. And now we have reached the Hospital. There, you see, under the shade of these large trees, or in the verandah, are poor patients on cots; their friends have carried them here, and they are waiting outside till all the other patients are seated in the waiting-room, and then they will be carried in, and their cots placed in order, and when all is properly arranged we will commence work. You see Nyanabranam, our zealous Evangelist, is busy attending to all this, and in a few minutes he will come and tell us that all is ready. We will go round to the end of the building. This is my private door: it opens into our consulting-room or surgery. Step in. Good morning, sir. Good morning. Who are these? you ask-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-eight young men, all seated round a large table, busy writing. Who are they? These are my students; they are copying out the notes on the lesson on surgery I gave them this morning. I will introduce you to them all by-and-by, and then you may have a little talk with them; they can speak, and read, and write English just like Englishmen, so you will have no difficulty. They will finish their writing very soon, and then they will arrange everything for commencing work. THE CONSULTING-ROOM. This is the room in which we examine the patients, perform operations, and dispense medicines. You see it is a nice, clean, light, airy room. We have a fine large stock of medicines, arranged in neatly-labelled bottles and pots upon these shelves. Does not that side of the room lock quite like a chemist's shop? In this large glass case we keep our instruments, lint, valuable medicines, &c.; and here, in this recess, are our splints for broken legs and arms; bandages all neatly rolled up and ready for use; pulleys and ropes, for helping us to set right dislocated joints, &c.; and here is our little medical library. We have not very many books yet, but we are always adding and adding, as kind friends in England and Scotland send us books. Here, in this little side-room, we prepare our medicines; there you see a pill machine, an iron tincture press, mortars and pestles, glass measures, scales, and weights, &c., &c. But now the students have finished their writing, and have arranged the table, chairs, &c., and Nyanabranamı tells us that all is ready; so come along with us to the next room. THE WAITING-ROOM. “What a fine large hall!" you say. Yes, upwards of 100 can be comfortably seated in it. I have, however, seen |