back into the ways of sin. He left the chapel, and left the missionaries; and they mourned over him with great

sorrow.

But one day he came back to Mr. Nimmo, the missionary, and said, "I have been very wicked, and I can find no rest. I wish to be a Christian. Will you receive me again, and take my children, for I wish to have them brought up in the fear of God." His wife too, joined in the request. "What is it," said Mr. Nimmo, "that has brought you back again? How have you been taught to see the evil of your way?" "It is through our youngest boy," said they-a little fellow of about six years of age. "My son is my teacher," said the father; "he serves God, and whenever I look at him, I am ashamed of myself." "My boy is always persuading me to throw away my idols," said the mother, "and I can no longer delay."

This dear little boy was a scholar in the missionary school. Mr. Nimmo asked him what it was that had led him to serve God, and he said it was the questions that were put to him at the school. Sunday-school teachers, you that have little children six years old in your classes, mark this and Sunday scholars, you little children, who are just six years old, mark this. Think what a little boy may do.

A VISIT TO THE CHINESE JUNK.

HERE we are safe at Blackwall! The wind blows fresh from the river, and all those persons just crowding to the steamers look as if they would enjoy their holiday. Shall we join them? No, not to day; we have something else to look at. Let us turn off here to the left; here are the East-India-Docks, and in them are many large ships—(I hope there will be missionaries going out on board some of them). But we must pass on; for we are come to see the Chinese ship-a junk, they call it. Can that be it, with the red prow and the red poop reaching upward in such a curious shape? Yes-yes-that must be it; for

here, on the flag, you see Chinese words written. Look at all those streamers flying! how long they are! and how gay! and the top of the biggest mast has a weather-cock in the shape of a fish! Here we are close to it now. How strange that row of yellow shields looks, all along the side of the deck; and those ugly faces below them! And look at the Chinese sailors walking about. This is the very first junk that ever arrived in Europe, and is called the Keying. It is nearly an hundred years old, and is made of a wood called teak. It has three masts, two of which are not quite straight; but the bend in them, which looks so strange, is thought in China a great beauty. It is, altogether, of a very awkward shape; but except in size, all junks are made alike. The Chinese, like many other people, think their own way best, and that is why they do not build prettier ships. The queen has been to see the junk; and now we have been on board. We have gone over the deck, and into the saloon and the galleries, and the cooking-house; we have looked at the paintings, and the lanterns, and the cases that are full of curious things from China; and we have heard some Chinese songs; and we have been surprised and delighted with every thing.

Delighted with every thing!" Stay, my little friend. Let me ask, did you not see one thing which ought to have grieved you ? Did you not see a proof that the poor Chinese sailors on board this junk are heathens still? Was there not in one of the galleries, a large sailors' Joss-house, or house for their idol, where they have placed the goddess of the sea, with her attendants, one on each side; in front of whom, is a lamp kept always lighted, and a jar with incense-sticks, and sacred earth, and rice; while besides these, is placed, close to the chief goddess, a piece of the wood out of which the junk was built, and which is placed there to show that the whole ship is put under her care? You had often heard of such things before. You had seen pictures of idols with offerings placed before them. You had seen idols themselves in a museum. But was it not a sad reality to see an idol with

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a lamp actually burning before it, and to know that this lamp was kept lighted there, as an act of worship by the very Chinamen who stood around you? Did you not feel almost as if you had set your foot, for the first time, on heathen ground? Was it not mournful to think that these poor deluded men who were walking close beside you, had thought the safety of their voyage depended on their burning bits of paper to this gilded image? If you loved the Saviour, you must have longed to show" them a more excellent way." This wish you could not gratify; but there is one thing you may do. You may go home (as I wish every one who visits the junk may return) with these three good resolutions:-1. To imitate these Chinese in their zeal, and take care that the lamp of devotion towards God is always burning brightly in your heart. 2. To pray for them and their countrymen, that their may be "according to knowledge," and that they may be "turned from dumb idols to serve the living God.' And, 3. To do more than you have yet done to help the missionary society, in order that the worship of the true God may be spread throughout all "the land of Sinim."

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THE YOUNG BRAHMIN OF VIZAGAPATAM.

IN the mission school at Vizagapatam, is a young Hindoo, whose decision and stedfastness in his Saviour's cause, have made him a great comfort to Mr. Hay, the missionary stationed there. Oh! that some of the dear young people in our own Sunday Schools at home, may gladden as much the hearts of their teachers! It is a very different thing to declare oneself to be a Christian here, and to do it in India. Here, generally speaking, such a step causes rejoicing all around. are glad, teachers are glad. thousand friends to take him him into the Saviour's fold. the "burden" of Christ is felt to be "light."

Parents are glad, ministers The young Christian has a by the hand, and welcome The path is made easy, and

Now we will tell you how it is in India. Jaganuatham, for that is the name of the young Hindoo, had been for some time studying very diligently in the missionary school. He often asked questions about religion, which showed that his mind was impressed and anxious. Just at this time one of his brothers died, and he was overwhelmed with concern, lest his brother's soul should not have been saved. One day soon after, he was reading in class a chapter out of a book written by Dr. Abercrombie, on the Moral Feelings," and the chapter ended with the words, "No wanderer lost, a family in heaven." Mr. Hay noticed that Jaganuatham was so much agitated, he could hardly stay in the room. He was thinking of his

brother's soul.

Dear children, readers of the Repository, do you think about your brother's soul-about your sister's soul? Now is the time for caring about them, whilst they are living in this world, and can get pardon and salvation from Jesus. Think now, "what can I do for my sister's soul— for my brother's soul?" It will be too late by and by, when perhaps nothing will remain for you, but to go and wring your hands, and weep bitter tears over their graves, and cry, Where is my sister's soul? Where is my brother's soul?

The young Hindoo's concern about his brother, increased his concern about himself. At first he tried to unite the two religions, the Christian and the Brahminical, in order that he might be sure of salvation by either one or the other. He observed all his outward duties as a Brahmin, and yet prayed to God in the name of Christ. But gradually he became convinced that this would not do, that he must cast aside his idolatry, and give himself up wholly to God.

His relations began to suspect what he was thinking of. They saw that he was paying less and less attention to the Brahminical worship; and they consulted what steps they had better take to put a stop to the mischief. They thought the best plan was to get him married and settled