unto him, saying, "Have mercy on me, my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil." In those days, Satan had great power over the bodies of people. And now he attacks people's souls.

Yes, little reader, if you are blessed with parents who love Jesus, how often have they gone to him in prayer, crying, "My daughter is grievously vexed with a devil." But let me advise you to go to Jesus also. Remember, when you are idle, disobedient, ill-tempered, or fretful, Satan is tempting you. Then go to Him who can fight for you, and help you to fight also. "Resist

the devil, and he shall flee from you." Then we shall see the little girl who used to be like a lion, become a lamb. Jesus will hear your prayer; and will come into your heart to dethrone Satan, to make you safe, holy, and happy, for ever and ever.

EUNICE.

EXTRACT FROM DR. KRAPF'S JOURNAL OF A VISIT TO THE WONICAS, IN EAST AFRICA. THE Wonicas, at certain months of the year, celebrate their Wagnaro, when the young people are permitted to govern public affairs. I have formerly described this practice, but I did not know at that time that the Wagnaro, or festival of the children, cannot terminate unless they have slain somebody in the fields, or bought by common contributions a slave, whom they may kill. When this has been done, the festi

vity ends with eating and drinking, and with the marking of their bodies, which they cover with mud during the Wagnaro, in order that they may remain unknown when they slay anybody on the road. How happy are our Christian children at home, who are encouraged to save contributions for putting down the works of Satan and darkness; while the parents and relations of African children encourage their benighted offspring to contribute to the committing of murder and other cruelties. I trust many children, if they should hear of those atrocities, will endeavour with more earnestness to promote the Redeemer's kingdom in Africa, and throughout the world. I can assure such dear little children that I appreciate THEIR efforts in particular. I expect the greatest blessing to arise from the co-operation of children. Their simple prayers for Missionaries have such a value in my eyes, that I often think, in the greatest difficulties and dangers, that the Lord will hear the cry of the babes for my deliverance. In truth, when once a large body of Christian children shall put on the armour of light, in order to fight against the kingdom of darkness, we may expect that its foundations will be shaken, for the Lord is particularly fond of little children, who seek for nothing but him alone. The prayer and contribution of such a child I consider as a jewel in the Missionary work; while I dread lest I should misuse the outward and inward gift of one whose is the kingdom of heaven.

HOUSES BUILT ON TALL POSTS.

HERE is a curious-looking house indeed! It seems to stand on wooden posts, and nothing but water is underneath. There is a black man coming out of his house, down some steps, going to get into the boat with his black companion. O! this is the country in which rice grows. They sow their rice on flooded ground, and they are obliged to put their houses on posts, or else the water would wash them away. For six months in the year their ground is covered with water, and then the people cannot get out of their houses unless they step into a boat. In summer-time the ground is dry, and they step down the ladder in comfort. The country we are speaking of is India. You know what a useful thing rice is. You know how they sow corn in England; and we see what trouble the farmer takes to plough and weed his soil. But rice is

sown with very little trouble. They do not sow it in dry soil, as we do corn; but on the water. The Indians go out in boats, and they sail along and scatter their rice seed on the water. And in a proper time beautiful crops of rice come up. This seems to make some

passages of Scripture very plain.

Will you find me a verse in the Bible which says, "Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days"?

The bread here spoken of means the seed which will some day produce food; but they must throw it on the water first, that it may vegetate and yield a plentiful crop.

My dear little readers, you have never been into a country where you could see rice sown ; but you have often seen the farmer sowing corn in his fields. He works very hard, and is up early and late, and takes great pains with his fields, knowing that the seed sown will produce a harvest. Now, while you have watched the farmer going up and down, scattering the seed, did you ever think to yourself, "Ah! my parents, or my teachers, are like that farmer; they are constantly sowing seed which they hope will produce good fruit in my heart"? Perhaps, you never thought of this. Well, the farmer will have a reward for all his trouble: in the autumn he will have a crop of corn.

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My dear child, you are now reading this. Let me ask you, "What has become of the seed which has long been sown in your heart ?" Is it producing sweet flowers of righteousness, or has Satan succeeded in blowing it all away,

and preventing it taking any root within you ? How sad that a child should listen to Satan before Jesus! How grievous that children should make their mothers weep, and their fathers' hearts ache; because they go on sowing from year to year, and see no fruit! Would you not like to make your parents' hearts rejoice? Then go to Jesus in prayer,

Take with you the 13th of Matthew, and read it prayerfully. Pray that the soil of your heart may be made good by God's Holy Spirit, that what seed is sown may produce good fruit. Thus shall you be the crowns of rejoicing to your dear parents in the day of the Lord Jesus.

EUNICE.

THE BEST LIQUOR.

"GIVE us a glass of your best liquor," said a toper the other day, as he entered a shop.

The shopkeeper gave him a glass of pure water. The toper, without weakening it, dashed it down his throat at a swallow. He soon began to taste, and taste, seemingly not exactly satisfied. "What's the matter ?" said the shopkeeper, "wasn't it good ?"

"Why, yes, it was good enough—but seems to me it wasn't very strong. What kind of liquor was it ?"

"Cold water," was the reply; "that's the best liquor we have in the shop, and I believe it's the best in town. As for any other kind, we have not got any, for I left off selling some