tremblingly alive to the woes of the miserable, and prompt efforts for their relief. She appeared highly pleased with the harmony of sound, especially when we sung sentiments agreeable to her heart. She remarked that the employment of the inhabitants of heaven is music; that the song of redeeming love would roll on in one ceaseless, ever-swelling anthem, without a single discordant note, for ever. For awhile we conversed on a variety of topics, mostly religious but when I introduced the subject of foreign missions, and the duty of a Christian church to engage, at once, in the noble work of converting the world, I found I had touched a string which vibrated in unison with the current of her inmost feelings. Her eyes beamed forth a radiance more than earthly, as she conversed on this beloved theme. It was really heart-stirring to witness the deep emotions with which she expressed her sentiments.— She manifested an expansion and greatness of soul which might well make little minds feel their littleness. She possessed an accurate knowledge of missionary operations throughout the world; she had evidently made it a subject of much study. On inquiring into the origin of her missionary feelings, I found that her mind had long dwelt on this subject. Her attention was directed to it soon after her hopeful conversion. In the ardour of her gratitude for saving mercy, she inquired, prayerfully, Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? She cast her eyes over the world for which the Saviour died, and saw it lying in wickedness. She considered the command of the ascending Redeemer, "Go ye into all the world," &c. The inquiry then came, "Whom shall we send, and who will go for us?" Her heart, glowing with the fervour of first-love, replied, "Here am I; send me." This is a brief statement of her first thoughts on this subject. I conversed with her on the probability of her finding an early grave in Siam, the place of her destination; this being a country somewhat swampy, and rather unhealthy for constitutions accustomed to northern latitudes. She, however, had no fears or anxieties respecting health or life. She was willing to lay both at the feet of her Saviour, and die, if necessary, for the promotion of his cause. Thus the evening passed, and my interesting interview closed. When I had retired, I could not but reflect that in this individual there was the exhibition of something worthy the name of self-denial. How many Christian professors could be found in some of our churches who would adhere to the cause of Christ at the cost of a self-denial of such high stamp? The character of such a person as I have been describing I cannot but admire. There is such a noble Christian dignity--such a holy elevation of character-such a purity and firmness of principlesuch uncompromising self-denial-such expansive benevolence-in short, such a combination of all that is lovely, great, and good, that it cannot but commend itself to the admiration of every unprejudiced beholder. Especially are these traits of character to be admired in the softer sex, who are generally less distinguished than the other for the exhibition of the manly virtues. Think how great the sacrifice which a female makes in going as a missionary to a foreign land. What blessings, privileges, friends, and attachments, must she leave for ever behind! To what trials, privations, and self-denials, does she go? Knowing full well the much-loved endearments of country and home, to which the tender susceptibilities of her nature cling with a tenacity known only to the heart of woman; and knowing, too, to some extent, the varied and keen-edged trials to be encountered; who but a great and holy character, clad with heaven's panoply, could bid farewell to all the heart holds dear, and take up these mountain crosses, and bear them cheerfully, nay, gladly? There is a Christian courage, a moral heroism, displayed in such conduct, which reflects great honour, both on the sex and on the religion of the gospel, and at the same time is an indubitable indication that the Lord is raising up reapers to gather the harvest of the world. D. L. B. A FEMALE TEACHER. THERE was no Sabbath-school in the church had become very inefficient, and religion was languishing. This state of things excited the benevolent spirit of Miss S., and she resolved to attempt the establishment of a Sabbath-school, as the most hopeful effort she could make for the good of the people. A Mr. P. was keeping the district school; and, though sceptical in his sentiments, he was very much beloved by his pupils. Miss S. visited him, and explained her plan for a Sabbathschool. She told him she had divided the district, one half of which she was going to visit, to see how many scholars could be secured, and she wished him to visit the other half. Mr. P. said he should not do it. Miss S. then told him she would call on Friday and compare papers, and see which had got the most scholars. He again said he should not visit. On Friday, this persevering teacher called, as she had promised, and informed Mr. P. that she had obtained about thirty scholars; and that she had told them all, that he was going to superintend the school. He told her he should not superintend the school; that he had not visited the section she had assigned to him, and that he should not. Miss S. again left him, after having told him that she would call the next day and make arrangements for the school. The subject of this interview rested on the mind of Mr. P. through the night. In the morning he rose and said to himself, "I will not be outdone by a female." He visited his district, and obtained twentyfive or thirty scholars, all of whom seemed pleased that he was to be the superintendent of the school. The school was organized on the first of June. After two Sabbaths, Mr. P. became troubled about prayers in the school, and asked Miss S. what should be done. She told him he must pray himself. At length he succeeded in persuading a deacon to come into the school and pray. The mind of Mr. P. soon became deeply impressed with divine truth. On the fourth of July, which was the Sabbath, at an evening meeting, he rose and addressed his associates on the subject of a contemplated ride for next day. He told them he could not go, and must not go, for he had a soul to take care of. The effect of his address was almost overwhelming. It was instrumental to the conversion of eight or ten of his associates. A general revival of religion immediately commenced, of which some of the principal men of the town became the subjects. Mr. P. soon became hopefully pious himself, and commenced study for the gospel ministry. At the college where he studied he was instrumental, by his personal labours with the students, of a revival, in which several young men were converted. One of these young men, the next winter, engaged in school-teaching, and was the means of a revival among his scholars. In a letter to Mr. P., he said, "Had it not been for the conversation you had with me respecting my soul, I should have been spending this winter in pleasure and amusement; but now I am in the midst of a revival." Mr. P.'s piety was of no ordinary character. He often visited the sick and sorrowful, and was always received by the afflicted as a "son of consolation." His influence at the Theological Seminary, of which he was a member, was very salutary, till his last sickness and triumphant death. Who can estimate the amazing influence of that female teacher's persevering efforts, as it goes on widening and widening down to the end of the world! What a crown of glory will be her reward! And there are crowns of equal glory to reward every teacher of like fidelity and perseverance. teacher, then, will fail to secure such a crown! What TIME. Consider each day as a blank leaf which you are to fill up for eternity-is a sentiment which, in substance, we have seen several times expressed. 'Tis full of meaning. A blank leaf upon which we are to write, rather upon which we are every day writing, characters for eternity. Life passes; childhood, youth, manhood, old age, press hard upon one another. Every hour will set down something, something that will enhance or diminish our happiness hereafter. Pause, reader, and reflect! Thou art not writing characters in the sand; but in the book of GOD. Thy whole life is but a book, a kind of day-book, which is constantly filling up; all which is herein written is carefully transcribed into the book of God -and before assembled worlds, in the presence of angels and the justified, everything is to be revealed. What is done in life, all thy words, thoughts, actions, are sketched in the book of remembrance, and no bad act can be blotted out but by the blood of CHRIST. Many have lived away the summer of life, little heeding this, filling up leaf after leaf with what they will dread to see unfolded in the appointed day. By these be thou warned; shun the rock against which others have dashed. To-day thou |