48 THE FIELD IS THE WORLD. 1 IR, BIBLE SCHOOLS IN IRELAND. THE famine in Ireland is crushing Popery; and, if God's people would understand their duty, the whole of Ireland now lies before then ready to receive the gospel. The Roman Catholic priests have acted very cruelly and selfishly, making the people pay them whether they can spare it or not. The missionaries act very differently, for, with the help of Christian friends, they have been the means of saving thou sands from death. The people's eyes are now opened to see who are their real friends, and listen attentively to the preached gospel. One man of the name of Judge, who was educated to be a priest, was as great a persecutor of the Irish teachers, about seven months back, as Saul was of the Christians; but he has now renounced Popery, and tra In the county Mayo there is a missionary labouring among the dying Roman Catholics. They are listening to the glad tidings of the kingdom with great joy. He has opened three schools, at which a great number of Roman Catholic little girls are now learning God's holy word. The children of Scotland are at present collecting money to establish other schools, and there is room for hundreds more. If any of our young friends would wish to contribute to their support, their subscriptions will be received by the Publishers of this Paper. "THE FIELD IS THE WORLD." "In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper."-Eccles. xi. 6. Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand: To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad cast it o'er the land. Beside all waters sow, Thy highway furrows stock; Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Scatter it on the rock. The good, the fruitful ground, Expect not here nor there; O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found; Grace keeps the precious germ alive, In verdure, beauty, strength; Thou canst not toil in vain ; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry, "HARVEST HOME!" MONTGOMERY. A Juvenile Missionary Meeting was held in 71ON CHAPEL, WAKEFIELD, on Thursday evening, April 29, when the Revds. C. II. Bateman of Hopton, and J. G. Miall of Bradford, gave addresses. About 1400 were present, and deep attention prevailed. Priced., or 4d. per dozen. Published by J. GALL & SON, 38 North Bridge, Edinburgh. HOULSTON & STONEMAN, London. ON the northern side of one of the beautiful bays of Western Africa, stands a town called Benguela. It is the capital of a kingdom of that name. A few years ago there lived in the suburbs of that town a caboceer, or chief, who, like most heathen chiefs, was a very wicked man. His dis position was cruel and capricious. He had many wives, and a large number of children. By one of his wives he had a very beautiful little girl called Mandarina,-a quick and sprightly child. She was her father's favourite. Although he had quarJuly 1847. relled with her mother, and sent her away, yet the little Mandarina he dearly loved. The mother became the wife of another man, and by that man had a second daughter, called Yabba. Yabba, too, was an interesting child, and greatly loved by her parents. Her half-sister, Mandarina, was also very fond of her, and often sought her company, to walk and to play. Oft were the two little girls seen sitting or romping together, under the shade of the beautiful and wide-spreading mangotree, and feasting on its delicious fruit. They wore no costly garments; but in the waist, covered her mouth and hurried her away to the "side of the big salt water." There he sold her to a white man for two pieces of white cloth, three red and yellow cotton handkerchiefs, and a bottle of rum! sun their black skin shone like polished ebony, whilst their wrists, necks, and ankles, were ornamented with an abundance of beads, made of the seeds of native plants, or of coloured glass, purchased from white men. Mandarina was now taken to the BaraThus lived and played the half-sisters, coon: and, oh! what a scene of suffering in the greatest affection and happiness, till and despair was there! When her tears one day the chief, the father of Mandarina, had a little subsided, she looked around, wanted to buy from the white men a cask and saw a large number of men and women of rum. Money he had none, so he re-chained together, in long and gloomy rows. solved to catch little Yabba and sell her. Of boys and girls there were, also, a great It was done. Yabba was soon missed by many; and though these were not chained her parents. With hearts full of anguish, together, yet, like the captive bird just put they sought her in every orange grove-in into a cage, they were very, very sad. They every plantain walk, and under every man- knew that no more should they mingle with go-tree-in vain. Again they searched the their comrades in rural sports,—that no long, rank, and dried grass, and looked more should they gaze on the scenes of under every heap of withered leaves,-lest their childhood,-that no more should they their darling child should have laid herself be greeted by a parent's voice, or encircled down to sleep, exposed to the attack of in a parent's arms! some savage and hungry beast-in vain. Mandarina had not been there very long, Yabba was not to be found! At length when she heard the sound of several yoices the truth flashed upon the father's mind, outside, in a serious parley. Amongst them that it was not a beast of the forest, but a she soon recognised that of her father. He monster in human form, that had carried had come to seek his child, and to propose away his innocent and smiling Yabba. The a ransom for her. Four young men did he cruel and rum-loving chief had no doubt offer in exchange for his loved Mandarina. seized upon his child, and sold her into It was rejected. "In fact," said the white bondage The father's breast swelled with man, "the girl is dead: she died soon after rage. His soul resolved upon revenge. the man left her here, and I wish I had His passions were entirely unchecked by never bought her, she has proved a dead that religion which teaches men to love loss to me." their enemies, and to return good for evil; hence the dark places of the earth are indeed "full of the habitations of cruelty." "He sold my poor little Yabba," said he to himself, "I will never rest till I have sold his Mandarina." Poor Mandarina Soon after her father was gone, Mandawas as ignorant of what her father had rina, in looking round the Baracoon, found done, as she was of the doom that now in an obscure corner, lying down fast asleep, awaited her. One afternoon, as she sat on her dear little half-sister. She caught her the sunny bank of a small stream, sorting in her arms, and clasped her to her bosom. and tying up the flowers she had just gath- Though in such a place, it was a delightful ered, and deeply lamenting the loss of Yab- meeting. Most closely did they now cling ba, lo! the father of her lamented half- to each other, and many were the trials sister came softly behind, seized her by the they had to bear together. During their stay All this, Mandarina could hear; but she dared not speak, nor could she be seen by those outside; and she had the agony to hear her father retire from: the Baracoon, under the painful idea that ' his child was no more. NEW POPISH MIRACLE. in that Baracoon, they saw many around them sicken and die. Some, because, through excess of grief, they could not eat; and others, from the blows and laceration they had endured. The bodies of the dead were disposed of by burning, inside of the Baracoon; the smell of which caused the wretched survivors indescribable misery. ever. A slaver at length arrived, and the sable inmates of the Baracoon were to be transferred to the ship. All hope of return to their loved homes was now to be cut off for ever. Wives and mothers were now, from that land which contained their husbands and their offspring, to be dragged away for Husbands and fathers, brooding over sorrows too big for utterance, had to take the last long look of those lands which held all that were near and dear to them. Children, whose briny tears down their fevered cheeks ceased not to flow, were now to be banished thousands of miles away from those who had given them birth. All told the sorrows of the accursed slave-trade. Freighted with human woe, the vessel sailed. The boys and girls for the most part were left on deck, whilst the men and women were chained, and packed up below. One day, just at the setting of the sun, a small object was observed in the western horizon. The captain thought it a fishingboat, and felt no alarm. But, the next morning, what had seemed a fishing-boat, turned out to be a large vessel, bearing down fast upon them. The captain, looking at it through his large glass, paced up and down, stamped the deck with his feet, and in tones of terror exclaimed, "O God! O God! the English are coming!" and sure enough the English were coming. The vessel was a large man-of-war. Every inch 51 of canvass that the slaver could carry was soon put up-in'vain. The British cruiser was soon within gun-shot; bang, bang, bang, went the English cannon. The slaver was soon boarded. The affrighted Africans were brought forth from their dungeons, their chains and fetters were snapped asunder, and every kindness that circumstances would permit was shown them. After several changes and removals, Mandarina and Yabba were brought to Berbice free, but in the most painful sense of the term-orphans. He who is the "Father of the fatherless," however, took care of them. Pious people connected with the London Missionary Society in that country, took them in, brought them to the Sabbath school, and told them of Jesus, who came to seek and to save that which was lost. Mandarina, who gave the writer the above sketch of her eventful life, has made a considerable progress in religious knowledge. In order to support themselves, and help to send the gospel to the wretched land of their birth, the two girls work hard every day, on a sugar estate. "If Now, my dear young friends, whilst you rejoice in your safety and privileges, think of the children of Africa, thus exposed to all the untold agonies of the trade in flesh and blood. Nothing but the gospel, which you possess, and which it is your duty to send, will put an end to that traffic. thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain; if thou sayest, Behold, we knew it not; doth not He that pondereth the heart consider it? and He that keepeth thy soul, doth not He know it? and shall not Herender to every man according to his works?"-Prov. xxiv. 11, 12.—From Juv. Miss. Offering. NEW POPISH MIRACLE. A NEWSPAPER has just been received | has been performed in a nunnery in that from Montreal in Canada, giving an ac- city. It is of importance that my young count of a miracle which it is pretended readers should know something about this trick, as it shows not only what Popery die. Contrary to all the doctor's expecta teaches men to believe, but also the means tions, however, she all at once turned quite by which it tries to succeed. The report, which is a long one, is published by the Roman Catholic Bishop of Montreal, and contains the statements of the nun on whom the miracle was said to be performed, with that of several of her associates; and also of three physicians, who are Roman Catholics. No Protestant was allowed to examine the case-every person can understand the reason why. There was an old Popish priest called Mr. Olier that lived in Paris 200 years ago, and if you were to read his history, written by the Roman Catholics, you would wonder to hear of the miracles which they say he performed. Now there was an old gown of his that was taken to Canada, and the Roman Catholics there thought that if they got good by praying to him, they would get a great deal more by wearing a bit of his old gown for his sake; so they cut it up into pieces, and made scapularies or charms of it, for wearing on their breast; supposing that it would keep them from accidents, or at least that Mr Olier might be kind enough to do them some good for its sake. The Roman Catholics are great people for miracles, and they have one trick that they do every year regularly, which I intend to tell you about; but, in the mean time, I must let you hear about the grand new miracle that they have got up in Montreal, to make people believe that it is of more use to pray to Mr. Olier than to God, and that his old gown can cure diseases which all the skill of the doctors has failed to overcome. In Montreal one of the nuns in the Monastery of Hotel Dieu, having taken a bad cold, was under the doctor's care for more than a month. He says that he did every thing he could think of to cure her; but he had at last to give up her case as hopeless, and tell her that she would surely well, and, one morning going to meet him, she told him that there was nothing the matter with her. And what or who do you think it was that cured her? The Roman Catholic Bishop gravely assures us that it was good Mr. Olier that did it all, because she had a bit of his old gown tied upon her breast for three days; and he calls upon all who will read his paper to give the glory to Mr. Olier, as well as to God, for had it not been for Mr. Olier, and the bit of his old gown, he concludes that Miss Dufresne (that is her name) would assuredly have died. The person who first thought of curing Miss Dufresne by the scapulary, was a Miss Fisette, another of the nuns in the same monastery. Having got a present of it (as she thought) from a gentleman who told her that it had cured his granduncle and a young lady, called Miss Mance, she showed it to her companions the same day, but did not then think of attempting any experiments with it. She afterwards asked the nurse to take it to Miss Dufresne, and to put it on her breast, telling her of its wonderful qualities. The nurse did so; but instead of it giving her any relief, the poor patient says that her sufferings increased more than ever, and although she wore the scapulary for three days, she never thought about it, and quite forgot it until she found that it had cured her. It is true that this story does not exactly agree with Miss Fisette's, who tells us that she called the same evening that it was put on, and gave her great hopes of being cured by the good old priest whose gown she was wearing. "Ah, my sister," said she, (according to her account,) "have confidence; Mr. Olier has kindly cured Miss Mance; he will cure you, and you shall not die." My young readers may perhaps wonder |