Gospel truth. But what says my little Edith? Did you like the meeting?" asked her father kindly, and drawing his hand over the calm brow of his younger, but more thoughtful daughter. "Oh, yes, papa," said Edith; "it was very sad to hear about the poor heathen who do not know God; but then many of them are learning to love Him, and Mr. S. said he wanted us all to do what we can to send more missionaries and Bibles to them, and he has obtained some little collecting boxes for those who would like to take them." Papa, I wish you would ld let me and see what I have one, get" can "Oh, yes," cried Fauny, "do let us have one each. I should like to give all my money. May we, papa?" "If you wish it, my dear girls, I have no objection to your going at once to get them, for I desire above everything to see my children loving the Saviour, and trying to help on His work." So off our little friends started, and soon returned, proud and happy with their new treasures; and very pleased were they when their kind parent said, "I have long intended to let you have some pocket-money weekly, as you are now old enough to know how to take care of it and use it wisely; you shall have the first payment to-night. You may do just as you please with it; but remember you will not have any more for a week." "Thank you, dear papa," said both girls at once; while Fanny added, "I am sure I shall always swant to put all mine into the missionary box." Edith, after reserving one penny from her allowance, slipped in the remainder; but the impetuous Fanny eagerly dropped in the whole. Mr. Wilson was not a little grieved to observe that there was a good deal of pride in her manner, and he feared that the zeal shown by his eldest daughter was merely the impulse of moment, and that her interest would cease when the novelty of the thing was over. For Edith, Mr. Wilson had no fears she was thoughtful beyond her years, and there was reason to believe that, having under. taken the work, she would persevere to the end. conjectures Mr. Wilson's proved to be correct. Before the week was over Fanny had found forty different uses for her money, and she sincerely wished that she had been less generous; so that, when her next remittance came, there was a considerable reduction in the sum which found its way into her Mission-box. Each time it decreased until, six weeks later, it lay unheeded in its place, covered with dust! Her parents and sister often kindly reminded her of it, but to no purpose, Fanny always replied that "there was no need for hurry; she would make up for it before the next meeting, but she really could not spare anything then.” Meanwhile, the words Edith heard from God's servants had sunk deep into her heart, and led her to think much more of the Saviour whom she had already begun to love. And when she remembered all He had done and suffered for her, she felt that she could never do enough to show her love and gratitude to Him. I do not mean that she was perfect, for she had a sinful nature, which sometimes led her to do wrong; but I do say that she was always very unhappy when this was the case, and she tried to do what was right; and we know that God always helps those who try to please and serve Him. Edith never forgot to pray that the children who had never heard of the only true God, might learn to love and worship Him; and not only so, but every week she put the largest portion of her pocket-money into her Missionbox, only keeping a small sum to meet her childish wants. There were also many other little ways by which she` obtained something more, and it was ever joyfully added to her much-loved store. And so twelve months rolled past, and the time came for all the boxes to be sent in. Then Fanny was very sorry that she had not made better use of her time and opportunities, and she begged that her box might stay another year without being opened; but Mr. Wilson would not consent. Neither would he allow Edith to share her collection with her sister, which the loving girl was anxious to do. FANNY AND EDITH. news 218 unhappy child both her fault and its remedy, he prayed most earnestly that her present sorrow might lead to a genuine love for Mission work in the time to come, both for its own sake, and for the sake of that Saviour whom as yet she had not served. Edith was full of sympathy for her sister, yet was very happy in the knowledge that "she had done what she could," and she resolved, by God's help, to do even more in the future. You will readily believe that her box had produced quite a large sum, but I shall not tell you how large, because I want you all to try for yourselves, and see how much you can get to help to send the Gospel to the heathen world; and if you really try you will be sure to succeed as she did. I should like you to have seen the happy faces of the youthful workers who assembled to hear once more the good from a far country, Some missionaries were there, who had happy tidings to tell of God's work in distant lands, and they spoke very kindly to the chil dren. But at last their pastor rose, and read out the names of all the girls and boys who had been, like busy bees, gathering in their little store during the year; he also told them how much they had each collected, and he looked so pleased at their Success, and encouraged them so kindly to go on with their labour of love, that they all felt very glad that they had denied themselves a little in order to help On the good cause. Fanny Wilson was the only one who hung her head low; she felt very much ashamed, for though many of the children were younger than she, and some of them quite poor, yet there was no other box with so little money in as her own. Mr. Wilson believed that the lesson was one which she would never forget, and whilst very kindly he pointed out to the I am very glad-very thankful to know that some of my young readers have, like Edith, already given their hearts to the loving Jesus; and to them I would say,-Work for Him. If you have learned to value the precious truths of the Gospel, oh! then, pray for those to whom that Gospel has never been preached, and do all in your power to send it to them, for "Shall we, whose souls are lighted But are there not many also, who like Fanny have hitherto cared nothing about these things? My dear young friends, how gladly would I say something to lead you to care for them! May the Holy Spirit constrain you seriously to think of them, and may God grant that the many privileges you enjoy, in this our happy Christian land, may never rise up in judgment to condemn you. While little children from many OR WIDOW SUTTEE, BURNING IN INDIA. OST Englishmen (says a public paper) are under the impression that Suttee was effectively abolished by Lord William Bentinck five-andthirty years ago. The latest historian of India records that the practice has become a matter of history, and that the enlightened Hindoo of the present day looks back upon it with the same feelings with which Englishmen look back on the human sacrifices of the Druids. Nevertheless, a Hindoo widow was burnt alive in the Cawnpore District a few months since, her own son, a young man of eighteen, setting fire to the funeral pile, and a crowd of three hundred people being present at the rite. By the law of India that Act was culpable homicide; yet it took place in open day. The native police took no notice of it, although it was a matter of public agitation two days before; and when at last the chief constable of the district arrived, he found nothing but a heap of ashes. Even this transaction, however, is less horrible than another reported not long since, which occurred in the sub-district of Sasseram, in Bengal. A Hindoo had made a vow, with a view to obtaining a heir, and in due time, and, as he supposed, in consequence of this vow, a son was born to him. For a time all went well, and the infant grew into a healthy child. But after some years a turn in his affairs took place; he lost his property; the son that he so urgently implored at the hands of his god became only an additional source of anxiety, and he determined to have recourse to another solemn vow to set things right. He repaired to a solitary cave, the haunt of one of those mysterious local divinities which are to be found even in the most completely Hindooized parts of Bengal, aud after prayer and fasting promised to offer up his boy, if the god would restore him in three days, and with him also prosperity. He fancied that the divine inspiration |