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Vanderkemp's heart to be a missionary. He fell on his knees, and cried, "Here I am, Lord Jesus, I have given myself up to thee to do thy will." He then wrote to the

good people in England who had sent the paper to Holland, and offered to go as a missionary. The English Christians were pleased with his letter, and invited him to come to see them. He went, and agreed to go to Africa, and to a part of Africa where the Gospel had never been preached, and where very few white men had ever been. Another time I will give an account of his voyage, and of some things that befell him in distant lands.

IN the London Missionary Magazine for December, there is an appeal to the young for a Missionary Ship, to take the place of the one which Mr. Williams took out when he left England. Collecting-cards and a little book have been provided for this purpose. The appeal is too long to insert in this magazine, so we shall merely give the little address printed on the collecting-card. Here it is.

Address of the Directors of the London Missionary Society, to all the young who pity the Heathen, and love Christian Missions.

BELOVED FRIENDS: If you do pity the Heathen, you will cheerfully help to send them the Gospel. If you do love Christian

Missions, you will even deny yourselves to promote them, whereever they are needed.

And indeed they are needed in the South-Sea Islands; for there are many idols, many cruelties, and many wars, among those not yet evangelized. But the vast ocean rolls between them and us, and without ships they cannot be visited. But for a ship, how could our own ancestors ever have had the Gospel brought to these shores ?

We want a Missionary Ship, on purpose for the South-Sea Islands. The Camden is too small, and too old now, and we must obtain a new one, much larger. It will cost £4,000.

Dear British Children, you have many friends; you are surrounded with mercies; you all have a little money, and you can spare some. Will you help us on this occasion? Only let your contributions be put together, and they will buy the New Ship! The blessing of thousands in Polynesia will come upon you!

THE LITTLE HISTORY OF A BABY.

NOT very long ago, in Southern India, a little dark baby was born. Its parents were of the people who are called Canarese. Just after it was born, its mother died. Its father was a poor man, and he could not pay for a nurse, or buy it delicate food. Perhaps, too, he did not treat it very tenderly, for fathers in India do not often care for their little daughters. He tried to feed it upon coarse grain, but the poor baby could not swallow this husky food, and it languished and pined, and must soon have died.

One day, as it lay with its eyes closed, and with scarcely any life in it, there came in a poor man of the name of Moses. He, too, had once been a heathen, but he had heard of the Gospel, and God had given him a new heart, even the tender heart of Jesus. Once he would have had no pity for a dying child, but now, as he looked, his heart yearned over it, and he longed to try to restore it. He asked its father to sell it to him, and the father consented. Ah! your fathers would not sell you. Moses gave him three rupees, that is about six shillings, for it. This was a large sum for poor Moses, for the wages in India are very, very low, nothing like what poor men get in England. Moses

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took the babe to his home, but he had children of his own, and he soon found that, though he wished it so much, he could not afford to keep the little stranger. He took her to a missionary's wife, who had a home for orphan children. She tenderly nursed the little infant, and fed it with goat'smilk, and ground rice boiled, and it soon learned to open its dark eyes, and to smile sweetly and brightly upon its fostermother.

This little nursling is now rather more than a year old. She is a very little creature, but very lively, and very interesting to look upon. Soon, if her life should be spared, she will be able to run alone and talk, and then how pleased her kind friends will be to hear her tiny voice singing sweet hymns, and lisping the name of the Saviour who has loved her. The name of the place where she lives is Bangalore. Mrs. Sewell, the missionary's wife who writes about her, says that she will be rather an expensive scholar, as she wants so much nursing, and so much nourishing food, but she hopes that some Christian friend may be led to pity the little castaway, and to provide the means for her support.

MORE LETTERS FROM BEERSHEBA.

SOME of our young readers will doubtless recollect the name of Mary Jackson, a native teacher at Beersheba, in South Africa, who is supported there by the contributions of Rushholme Road Sabbath-school, Manchester. Letters from Beersheba have from time to time appeared in this magazine. Another has just been received, but before we copy it, perhaps we had better tell what Madame Rolland, the wife of the missionary at Beersheba, says of the school there. She writes, 66 Mary continues her labours with praiseworthy perseverance, and a very pleasing progress is going on amongst our little flock; they are no more the uncouth savages whose wildness almost estranged the heart that pitied them—a certain gentleness of manners now distinguishes them; they will salute you with almost an air of

politeness, certainly of kindness, and are never better pleased than when you put it in their power to render any little service to their friends and teachers; but the most pleasing improvement is of a religious nature. These dear children have a considerable knowledge of Scripture, and can repeat many beautiful texts, and a salutary influence is thus, I believe, excited upon many hearts. They are generally indeed so well disposed, that did we not know the deceitfulness of the human heart, and the temptations of an evil world, we might suppose that many of them were not far from the kingdom of God. As it is, we rejoice with trembling, praying Him who loveth the lambs to call them and bring them safely into His fold. Mary is, I trust, preparing to receive the richer blessings of the Gospel; she knows herself better, and makes profession of seeking all her help from Christ. Continue, my dear friend, to pray for us and for her."

Madame says farther, "Mary is often writing to you; it is her greatest delight to collect her little favourites around her, and take down the messages they love to send to their dear friends in England."

Mary's letter, which is addressed to her young friends in the Sabbath-school above named, we will now copy.

MY FRIENDS,

Beersheba, April 14, 1843.

Mary, your child in Africa, wishes to tell you that she is still living upon the earth, as also her mother and all her family. The children of the school that you love, still live; they are in number a hundred and sixty, but some have died the last summer, I think eleven out of the school. Two of those that died are gone to live with Jesus our Lord and our Saviour, for their words and actions were such as become the children of God.

These are the words of Kobolo, the young child of Seth; she says, "I wish to know Jehovah and His great son; and I do know Him by his word, which I read every day; yet I live like the other children, and do not trust in Him as my parents do. I say only one word to you, my friends in England; this is-pray for Kobolo."

These are the words of Furnany, the daughter of Makanika, "My friends in England, I salute you. I attend the school every day, and I rejoice greatly, because I there learn the words of

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Jehovah and the Lord Jesus; my heart is there made glad, and my mouth sings the praises of the Lord. These things give us a happiness which shall never end."

Salome says, "I am the child of July and Martha; my parents serve God, they sing his praise and pray often, and do those good works that are in their power. I sit here in peace, and our nation is at peace, and, my friends, I desire that you too may enjoy peace.'

Eutete "I love to tell you my works, because I wish to serve Jehovah, and I love all his people, and I have set my love in Him; it is a new thing for us to serve God, yet we ought to do it, for we have served Satan long. In the name of God's love, I salute all the children in England."

Manoah, the monitor, tells you that she has heard a word in the school which makes her heart glad; it is this, that the Lord Jesus said, "I go to prepare a place for you, and I will come again and receive you unto myself." "Yes, when I hear this, I rejoice, because I see there is mercy with God."

Another-"My name is the mild heart' (pelo nomi); but the word that most struck me in the school, is this, 'Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves.' Now, this word sits fast in my heart long ago. I did not know, and was revengeful, and beat my companions; to-day I know this word, and leave all anger and quarrelling. I salute you, all the young children of England, in the name of Jesus Christ."

Now, my friends, I, Mary, your child in Africa, will tell you more of news concerning myself. I have given myself to GodI have entered the class of those who are seeking after Him; I too am seeking to have the forgiveness of my sins. I know and feel that God is;-this I know certainly by the things I see upon the earth, especially those things which we put into the ground, and which afterwards bear, become great, and provide us with food. Also the grass of the field teaches me that there is a God. I am astonished at the works of God altogether, whether of the earth on which I walk, or of the great waters, or of the stars; of the high mountains of our country, or of the clouds which I can see from the earth.

But this is all I can say. I am still young, and have much to learn: so I ask you, my good friends in England, to pray for me; and I salute you all for the sake of the love of Jehovah Jesus.

MARY JACKSON.