unworthy of you that I should be left to pine in hunger and sorrow for want of the harmonious clink of English coin. And think not that I want to retain it in any selfish, ungenerous spirit. No, no, I pour it forth again gladly and gratefully to bless others who have need of what it can purchase."

I awoke in a great fright, and beheld it was a

dream.

So deep was the impression made upon my mind, that though I lay down to rest for the night, I was very restless, and was awoke several times by a sound as of small copper coins running round on the floor in merry chase of each other, and thus singing a Christmas carol.

I could not get much peace until I had made a solemn resolve that during the new year, my family and I should better treat our neglected Missionary Box, and better support the noble cause of Missions, not only by our pence regularly given, but by our prayers and our words, And if the readers of this dream will resolve similarly, and act, and not dream, they will in no mean degree help forward the good work of giving the blessings of true religion and civilization to the millions of children and adults who are sorely suffering now for want of them.

Great Portland Street.

C. PERRY.

UNDER THE PALM TREE.

WAS not on a pillow of down,

Unknown to slavery's chain; Nor in a land where a gentle hand

Could soothe away the pain,
And when the soul had fled away,
1 raw close the lids of the silent clay.

'Twas o'er the sea, where a burning sun
Looks from a cloudless sky;
Where gold is spread in the river's bed,
And precious jewels lie.

"Twas where the swarthy negro roves,
Mid desert sands, and olive groves.

An Afric maiden lay alone,
Within a lonely glade;

Her couch, alas! was the withered
grass,

A palm-tree was her shade;
And all that stirred the evening air,
Was the screaming of vultures hov'ring
there.

Southport.

A holy smile illumed the face

Of the dark-eyed negro maid; She'd lov'd a seat at the White man's feet,

Had heard of "the ransom paid;"
And now she had her name enrolled
For a spotless robe, and a crown of
gold.

The mists of death were stealing o'er
Her eager gazing eyes,

Her failing sight, thro' the fields of
light,

Beheld the azure skies;

Her spirit longed for its upward flight,
Before the reach of the gath'ring night.

The grass was drinking falling dew,
The sun had kissed the bay-
An angel sped to the lowly bed,

And whispered, "Come away
The wind thro' palm-leaves breathed
a sigh,

And her soul was wafted to the sky!
J. AITKEN.

Missionary Enigma.

A pillar "established" in the Temple.

A raven, a rock, and a royal heathen slain upon it. A strong city of the Amorites, with fish-pools all around.

What the brazen serpent came to through Ritualism. "Son of the Sun" in his own esteem, whose light was quenched in the Red Sea stream.

King, and timber merchant, also the first letterwriter.

A prophet himself, and the grandfather of another prophet.

The first polygamist, and poet.

A giant who nearly killed King David, so that he was stopped from going to battle any more.

The feast of deliverance.

The initials form the name of a departed missionary, a renowned friend of the slave.

F. & H. BLANDFORD.

N.B.-Answer to December Enigma-“ ARTHUR

TIDMAN."

MISSIONARY MAGAZINE

HIS place is about the most barren of any that I have ever seen. The volcanic hills look like immense cinders-not a blade of grass, not a sign One could fancy

of life on any of them that I could see.

No. 3.-MARCH, 1869.

D

that some tremendous fire had raged here once, and had utterly annihilated every living vegetable substance. In one spot only was the eye refreshed with the sight of a few shrubs and flowers, and that was in the English cantonments. These undoubtedly owed their existence to the friendly tending of the soldiers who lived in the barracks. While there, we were told that they had not had any rain in the place for three years! so one can well understand that vegetable matter would have some difficulty in living in such a region as that. After a few hours' stay, we started again for our next restingplace-Ceylon.

Our journey of ten days across the Indian Ocean contains nothing specially worth recording. Ceylon certainly presents a very striking contrast to Aden. Here nature is presented in her most luxuriant aspect. Trees and shrubs of every kind exist in the wildest abundance. Every road is shaded by large trees, and even to the very water's edge plants were flourishing in great luxuriance, while the beautiful fire-flies were, like stars on the wing, sporting around. As we spent a Sunday here, I had the privilege of preaching in the old Dutch Church, and as the descendants of the ancient possessors of this island have intermarried largely with the natives, I was very much struck, in ascending the pulpit, to see a large congregation where not a single white face was to be seen! The pastor of the Church informed me that they were exceedingly intelligent, and could appreciate a good sermon just as much as any European congregation.