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intelligent and generous ; he was now about twenty-one years

THE IMMORTALS. of age. Desirous as his uncle had been for the welfare of his countrymen, he promised the missionaries every assistance, if

N army of Immortals, they would only establish themselves on his property in the

We march ia happy throngs

And enter Zion's portals Bay of Islands. His yearning after the Sabbath was remarkable ;

With triumph and with songs; he described the craving for it felt by others as well as himself

And as we cross the threshold, in touching language, explaining that they had not known “how

Another fills our place, to make a Sunday.

The ranks may never lessen

The trophies of God's grace Full of hope, the party landed at Port Jackson, in February, 1810, but here a sad disappointment awaited them. A trading

A glorious succession

Of witnesses for Him ! vessel, named the Boyd, had been attacked by the Maori, and

Ring out your brave confession burnt, while the crew were killed and eaten. Some traders,

Nor let your light grow dim : eager to revenge, had come upon Tippahee in his island home

For as ye sing, exulting (although he had had no part in the crime), burnt his village,

O’er earthly loss and pain, destroyed his crops, and put him and his people to the sword.

Another, yet another,

Shall join the steadfast train. So great was the general excitement, that there was no prospect of a safe landing in New Zealand for the missionary party, and

Nor mourn, when through yon portals

A brother passes in, Ruatara thought he had better go alone and find out what the

For are ye not Immortals, actual position of things might be. His absence was prolonged

Whose ranks can never thin? over a year, and Mr. Marsden was beginning to be seriously

Ere yet th’inspiring echoes uneasy, when the young chieftain returned with a fresh tale of

of one voice ceases here,

Another lifts the holy strain, European ill-usage. Those who had engaged to take him home

And rings it full and clear! had never done so at all, but had kept him again hard at work,

CLARA TAWAITES, and ill-paid, until at last, worn and haggard, he had found his way back to Mr. Marsden. Under this hospitable roof he soon recovered, but we must reserve the story of his actual landing in

OVER THE WATER. New Zealand with his missionary friends for our next number.


E, D. Author of " Free to Serve," " Lottie's Silver Burden," " Mother's Nell,' gc.

To the Editor.

F Mrs. Venning, the doctor's wife, enjoyed one thing better EAR SIR, -Referring to the notice in your October number, of subjects for a course of sermons recently circulated among the members of our

than another, it was to run in to one of her neighbours' Suffolk Union, I should like to suggest, especially to your clerical

houses between four and five o'clock, and to partake of that readers, the importance of having some such course as a preparation for the

delightful invention, afternoon tea. annual sermons and meeting in their parishes. In case they should consider eight Sunday evenings too much to give up for

What could be more pleasant on a winter's afternoon, such preparation, I would suggest the following, as a shorter course, which just when the daylight was waning, than to sit in a comfortably furnished would occupy only four evenings, and would embrace the principal subjects room, where the firelight flickered cheerily on the walls, taking tea and which we desire to bring before our congregations :1. The state of the world without the Gospel.

having a friendly chat ? And though the afternoon in question was in the 2. The agencies employed for the spread of the Gospel.

summer, and the French windows were wide open, showing the smooth 3. The results which follow from the preaching of the Gospel.

green lawn, and beyond, distant woods glorious in golden sunshine, still 4. The responsibility of all Christians to assist in making known the Gospel. This course would also be suitable for the four Sundays in Advent, and

Mrs. Venning was nothing loath to spending half an hour or so in Mrs. might, by. God's blessing, tend to stir up an increased interest in the extension Lancaster's comfortable drawing-room, in which was everything, both in of the Kingdom of Christ, as well as to direct the thoughts of our people to that Blessed Day when the heathen shall be given to Him for His inheritance,

colour and comfort, to satisfy the most fastidious of tastes, and the utmost parts of the earth for His possession.

For Nona Lancaster had a love for all that was bright and beautiful. EDWARD D. STEAD,

Wbile still quite young her husband had been taken away from her, which Hon. Sec. Suffolk Church Missionary Union. sorrow left her for a time crushed with its weight, but God had raised her i

from her despondency to become the bright and tender woman which JOHN OKENLA, THE CHRISTIAN BALOGUN OF

she was-stronger and more able to pity and sympathise with others from ABEOKUTA.

having passed through the dark valley of the Shadow of Death herself. HE Native Church of Abeokuta has sustained a heavy loss by the

Instead of allowing herself to grow careless and indifferent as to life and death of its leading lay member, the Christian Balogun or war

its surroundings, because the light of her eyes had been taken from her, chief, John Okenla, on Sept. 7th. The Rev. Valentine Faulkner

instead of wrapping herself up selfishly in her sorrow, she did all she writes :

could to prove to her friends and neighbours that she knew and believed "He was an old man of between seventy and eighty years of age, but that God had done all things well—in fact she said daily, by her brightness very active. He was one of the earliest Christians baptized in this and cheerfulness, " Thy will be done.” For her boy's sake, as well as for country, and for over seventy years has held the post of Christian Balogun. He was also the founder of the Christian village of Shuren,

her own, she made her home as beautiful and attractive as possible, and between Abeokuta and Otta. About a fortnight before his death, being

her sweet face, looking so tender and bright from under her widow's cap, away from home, he walked about twenty-five miles on Saturday, slept on

enhanced its beauty. the road, and early on Sunday walked another ten miles or so to be in

There could not have been a greater contrast than were Mrs. Lancaster time for morning service. IIe arrived at 9.15, and was in his place in and her guest. The former was just the kind of woman one would expect church by 10.30, remaining during the whole service, and afterwards for to find in such a room, where the colours of carpet, curtains, and furniture Sacrament, also attending the afternoon service. .On Monday, Sept. 4th, harmonised, and every little corner showed signs of a woman's tasty touch. we held our Harvest Thanksgiving Service, at which he was present and engaged in prayer, and also persisted in carrying his own offering (a bag

But it was not only Nona's graceful figure, as she leant back in her chair, of twenty thousand cowries) into the church and laying it down in front

and looked with those soft brown eyes of her's across the garden to the of the Communion rails. He died on the Thursday following, after only woods beyond, nor her white blue-veined hands, which, however, were two hours' illness. The funeral took place on Saturday, Sept. 9th. At the worth looking at, as she busied herself about the tea tray, nor her low grave our Native choir sang a poem composed by some of their number. mellow voice, which formed such a contrast to Mrs. Vending, but it was It was a picture I shall never forget. Many strong men were holding their guns with one band, and with the other wiping the tears from their eyes.”

the very atmosphere that surrounded her—a strong bright calmness,

a tender“ protectiveness” about her, which often led others to confide in Nona, I'm not fond of being scolded and lectured. This old man preached her, sure that they would have her sympathy and willing attention, and a me quite a sermon." sweet self-forgetfulness which convinced those who sought her help and “Did he? Well, I hope you 'll give me the benefit of it; tell me what sympathy that she was not too full of her own concerns to listen to theirs, it was about,” said Nona, rising to fetch her work, but that she had a mind “at leisure from itself to soothe and sympathise." “Now why didn't you ask me to do that?” exclaimed Sasie ; "you

Mrs. Venning was the mother of a large family, and what with home know I like doing things for you.” duties and parish work had her hands full; indeed a more active, busy The girl's face was full of bright eagerness, and a longing arose in Nona's little woman could not be found in all Inglesby; but unfortunately she heart, and that not for the first time, that her zeal might be turned into lacked both calmness and tact, and knew just a little too much about the right direction. everything and everybody, though at the same time a kind-hearted Yes, I know you do, just because you love me. How I wish, Sasie, woman and thoroughly in earnest about her work.

that you loved God enough to do IIis work." “I hardly know how things will go on now that Miss Jenner has left “Mr. North was speaking about God's work too,” said Sasie, gravely. Inglesby," she said, as she stirred her cup of tea. “It seems a great “Mr. North ?” said Nono, surprised, remembering her conversation with pity that her work should drop; and it is not as if the successor to her Mrs. Venning. But Sasie had laid down her cup of tea, and sat with her lodgings would in any way be able to fill her place. Have you seen hands clasped on her knees, looking absently up into the blue sky. Ah ! him, Mrs. Lancaster ?"

how she wished she was good, and loved God, and cared about His work. "No; in fact I only knew this morning that Mrs. Castin's rooms were There must be something very radically wrong about her, she was quite let. I understand that her lodger is a gentleman this time.”

sure, which caused her to be so careless about what was right except in "Yes, old Mr. North; he is as deaf as a stone, and comes from no one Nona's presence—she always felt a different girl when with her. knows where,” said Mrs. Venning, as if this latter fact was somewhat of Nona meanwhile had been thinking of Mrs. Venning's description of an offence in her eyes. “Mrs. Castin tells me that he has no near rela- Mr. North. “A deaf childish old man, what can he do in this battle of tions in England.”

life?” This side by side with Sasie's words aroused her interest. "He must feel very lonely coming to a new place, knowing no one," “You've not yet told me what his sermon was about,” she said, said Mrs. Lancaster, remembering the feeling of desolation which had breaking the silence. swept across her at a similar experience.

“I'll tell you another day,” said Sasie, with a sigh, as if already tired “I hear he speaks to himself by the hour together. I wonder now of the subject. “I don't care to think of him any more just now. I what brought him to Inglesby? It really seems a thousand pities that wonder if you would sing a little to me, or must that sock be finished the room of such an active worker as Miss Jenner should be filled by an this evening ? apparently childish old man. I don't wish to speak against him, poor “By no means—so long as it is done by the time Leith goes back to dear old man,” she added, apologetically, fancying, from the look on Mrs. London, it is all that is necessary. He is out fishing now.” Lancaster's face, that she did not quite approve of the tone of her con- And then Nona sang, but instead of listening to the music with wrapt versation. “ He may be very good for all I know, but of course it is not attention as usual, Sasie's thoughts persistently flew to the little churchto be expected that he can be a worker in any sense of the word, and what yard, and she heard again the slow trembling words, “ Will you indeed Inglesby wants after all, Mrs. Lancaster, is a few more active workers." offer unto the Lord your God of that which doth cost you nothing, and

“Yes,” said Nona, quietly, a slight flush tinging her face ; “ but don't wait for the days when you will say, 'I have no pleasure in them'?” you think that very often those who have not the strength to work have After taking leave of her friend, Sasie made her way home. Her path the heart to pray, and it is as easy for God to send His blessing on their lay through the golden corn fields, and, infected with the joyousness of prayers as on our work?"

nature, the girl burst into a song, and even the sad thoughts which had Nona looked up into her guest's face with a smile, the expression of so lately oppressed her were banished. She was humming some gleeful which quite disarmed any feeling of being snubbed on Mrs. Venning's little air to herself, when, having reached home, she came face to face part. “You may be right,” said she; “but I cannot for a moment sup- with her aunt and younger sister Mildred on their way out. pose that Mr. North can fill Miss Jenner's place in the ranks. A deaf, “Going out at this time, aunt?” said Sasie, surprised. Miss Ogilvie, childish old man! What can he do in this great battle of life to stem a tall commanding woman, looked gravely down upon Sasie as she the evil all around ? I assure you, Mrs. Lancaster, I sometimes come answeredhome from my district feeling utterly aghast at the sinfulness of the “ Yes, they've sent to tell us that Mrs. Dorris has been taken worse, people. Even in this quiet little country town there is enough to make and as Netta is engaged with her father, I must go and see her myself.” the soul of any human being, who has God's honour at her heart, heavy "You look tired,” said Sasie, conscious of something unusual in her with sorrow."

aunt's manner, and forgetting the cause of her displeasure. It was seldom that Mrs. Venning allowed outsiders to have a glimpse “I have one of my bad headaches, and ought to be lying down, but into her heart, s) that few had any idea of the real earnestness which lay Mrs. Dorris must be seen, and as you never make yourself useful in that beneath her brusque manner. Every one knew she was busy about God's way, I must go myself. And let me tell you, Sasie, that after your work, but few imagined that it was genuine love for her Ged that made behaviour when I last saw you, I should scarcely have expected to meet her so. Somehow Mrs. Lancaster's few words and smile had opened her you singing. You seem able to forget everything that is unpleasant heart, and the curtain was drawn aside for a moment. Nona's sympathy very easily." was awakened, and she felt for the first time drawn towards Mrs. Venning; Then Miss Ogilvie moved on, leaving Sasie standing by the gate, in but just as she was about to reply she caught sight of a slight girlish neither a very happy or amiable state of mind. All the beauty of the figure running across the lawn.

afternoon seemed to have faded, and she felt vexed with herself and her It was Sasie Ogilvie, whose face clouded for a moment with disappoint- surroundings. Instead of going into the house, she sat down on one of ment as she saw her friend was not alone—however, Mrs. Venning having, the wooden benches which were to be found in every nook and corner said rather more than she had intended, and feeling a little uncomfortable of their old-fashioned garden. Now," she thought to herself, “why in consequence, rose to leave, and it was with a sigh of satisfaction that didn't I offer to go and see Mrs. Dorris for aunt ? Netta would have done Sasie saw the door close behind her.

so in a minute ;—but after all I'm rather glad I didn't, for I shouldn't "I have a lot to tell you,” she said, taking a low seat by Mrs. Lancaster's bave known what to have said to her, and it would have been a decided side. “I've had quite an adventure to-day, and have made a new friend, effort.” But with this thought came the remembrance of Mr. North’s the queerest old man. I had promised to go and see him, but I rather words, “Shall I offer unto the Lord my God of that which doth cost me dread it."

nothing?" " Why should you ?" asked Mrs. Lancaster, somewhat amused.

“Ah!” thought Sasie, sadly, “Nona must be right. I do not love "Because he asks me uncomfortable questions and scolds me !" said the God enough to make me willing to do anything for Him which costs me girl, looking up laughingly into her friend's face. “And you know, either time or trouble. I think I could do anything for love's sake.”

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and then the Dean spoke on “ The Missionary Character of the Church at ANOTHER LETTER FROM JUBBULPORE.

Large.” The salient points in an address, where deep feeling ran side by (See GLEANER, May and November, 1881.)

side with marvellous historic knowledge, were these :—That the Jewish

Church was conservative, the Christian Church diffusive; that the Church N October 20th, the Dedication Stone of the C.M.S. Church must spread itself or die; that mission work brings a reflex benefit; and

of St. Luke the Evangelist was laid by G. E. Knox, Esq., that the lack of it is fatal to a Church's growth. He gave, as instances, C.S., Honorary Treasurer of the North India Native Church

the two facts that Jerusalem, which had sent the Gospel to Great Britain Council, then holding its annual session in Jabalpur.

in the first century, was receiving the Gospel from Great Britain in the

nineteenth; and that many Churches of the Reformation, not caring to The picturesque town of Jabalpur, inclined on the whole

spread the light, lost the light they had. to take the erection of a handsome little church in its very centre as a The Rev. Canon Goodman spoke next, on “The Missionary Character compliment to itself, but somewhat at a loss to understand the proceedings of Individual Congregatione." He said that few men in the world had of the day, wondered at this unusual stir among the Christians, always

had such opportunities of tasting ordinary missionary pleasures as he, for active and aggressive, but to-day unusually conspicuous and jubilant. Salisbury Square. He had heard the first men preach, and had attended

he had been curate at St. Bride's Church, and had lived for years in Strangers, grave and sedate, the old familiar faces, neatly clad women and

enthusiastic meetings, but he had now tasted a joy that threw all the children, quite a host of Christians, march through the streets and assemble others into the shade, the joy of sending out a missionary like Miss Digby themselves in and around the rising walls of the church, from which pre

from the midst of his own flock. He said that he had also an intimate sently swell the strains of a well-known hymn—" Kalisiya ki gairfani connection with Miss Seymour's determination to go to India, for it was Bunyad Masih Maslub-familiar to English Church people as “ The

from a member of his congregation at Christ Church, Geelong, that she

first caught the spark of missionary zeal. Church's one Foundation.” Three white-robed figures stand aloft on the

The Rev. John Cain then addressed the meeting, and reviewing the castern wall of the church, and a fourth in ordinary English costume, year that he and his devoted wife bad spent in Australia, he thanked God whose particular duty is not yet apparent. The Rev. B. Davis, the Chair- and took courage. He maintained that prayer was the special province of man of the Council, in a sonorous voice commences the Special Service, those who remained at home. and is followed by the Rev. Madho Ram, who solemnly and impressively Caulfield Grammar School, and Mrs. Cain's brother, who had himself

Intercession was next offered by Mr. J. II. Davies, head-master of the prays the appointed prayers. After the hymn, “ This stone to Thee in

spent a year in India, and only came away from a sterni necessity; and faith we lay,” rendered into Hindustani, Mr. Knox, mallet in hand," in when he had concluded, the Rev. II. A. Langley rose, and, addressing the true faith of Jesus Christ-in the name of the Father, the Son, and himself especially to Miss E. Digby and Miss Mary Seymour, the new the Holy Ghost,” lays the stone which is to mark the setting apart of a

Zenana missionaries, he gave a most solemn and weighty charge to their house for the worship and service of God in Jabalpur. The silence is once

understanding, 10 their heart, and to their conscience. more broken. “Her foundations are upon the holy hills," is read by the

The Editor (Rev. II. B. Macartney), who occupied the chair, closed the

meeting. He exhorted the candidates to three things---(1) To be sure to Rev. T. R. Hodgson, and the assembly takes up the answer, “ The Lord

grow in grace ; (2) to teach holiness--a full salvation from the dominion loveth the gates of Sion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.” More of sin-as the crown of Gospel blessings; and (3) to make it known prayers and hymns follow, and the Rev. Jr. Lamert, chaplain of the wherever they went that Jesus was coming again. station, eloquently and earnestly speaks of encouragement and effort, and

('ommendatory prayer was then offered. The Dean urged that the fitly draws the lesson, for all present, of the living stones which are built

mission should be remembered in our family prayer at least once a week,

and then pronounced the Benediction. up into God's spiritual temple. The Rev. B. Davis dismisses the assembly

They sailed on August 15th in the Ravenna, and Captain Pasco, who with the Benediction, the “ Salam-Ullah: Mussulmans and Hindus to accompanied them to the Heads, reported all well and in good spirits. ponder and talk over this unwonted testimony to the power and vitality of Lord Jesus, they are Thine! Bring them to the baven where they Christianity, and the Christians with their guests of the Couneil to a

would be. brotherly feast, wbich ends this auspicious day in the annals of the Jabalpur Church. Not the least interesting feature of the day was the EPISCOPAL TRAVELLING IN NEW ZEALAND. unanimous vote of the Council giving from the funds at its command the sum of Rs. 100 towards the building of the church.

[In a private letter, Bishop Stuart, of Waiapu, gives a graphic account The site of the church is close to the heart of the city, on a piece of

of his journey on horseback, with his daughter, across his diocese, from open ground adjoining the Mission High School. Mission churches are no

Napier to Tauranga :longer built in “shady mission compounds,” but stand with open doors,

E set out from Napier on Thursday, May 4th. Nan on her mare inviting passers-by in busy thoroughfares to enter in and hear the joyful

“Florrie," I on“ Zoe” (a new acquisition which promises to sound. So far, the greater part of the fund tor the building was raised in

be a very serviceable nag), and Edward, my Maori henchman,

on my old mare“ řan.” We were all well mounted on these sister steeds, years gone by, by the labours of the Rev. E. Champion, now in Tasmania. and our first day's "dak” of twenty-five miles to Pohui was done within A considerable sum is still needed to complete the edifice and furnish it in five hours, albeit we had to cross and recross a river fifty-two times ! a fitting manner for the service of God. It is hoped also that further

A ride next day in perfect weather over two grand mountain ranges contributions will enable a parsonage for the Native Pastor to be built brought us to Terawera. My advent had been duly heralded, and the adjoining the church, and that, eventually, with other Christian house

score of inhabitants, adult and juvenile, came together for evening service.

It blew half a gale that night, and the rain came down in torrents. But holds assembled round, the place may become a centre of life and light to after breakfast it cleared a bit, and we made a start for our ride of forty those who sit in darkness, a city set on a hill which cannot be hid. miles to Opepe. For the first twelve miles, through magnificent forest and

H. hill scenery, it was fair, but when we got out on the great Kaingaroa

Plain it blew-and it snew, and it hailed and it thew, most uncommon !

We were fain to shelter ourselves and horses in a tumble-down stable A VALEDICTORY DISMISSAL IN AUSTRALIA. and shed, which used to be a “ kai-shop,” but is now abandoned and dis

mantled. IIere we munched our bread and cheese, and recovered [We take the following from The Missionary, an interesting magazine breathing, again to face the fury of the elements. We were decidedly published at Melbourne, and edited by the Rev. H. B. Macartney. Mr. moist when we reached Opepe, the old constabulary station, where there and Mrs. Cain, of the C.M.S. Koi Mission, South India, are well known

is now an inn with a Maori hostess. But the barbarians showed us no to many of our friends; as also is Mr. Macartney himself.]

little kindness, and made us a fire because of the cold and the rain, and

laded us with such things as we had need of, even to the producing for T was on Monday afternoon, August 14th. There was a large me from the store a new pair of moleskins, in which to endue my epis

attendance of relations, friends, and parishioners. The clergy copal legs, my ain riding breeks being sair drookit with the run off my present were the Very Rev. the Dean of Melbourne, Ven. mackintosh. After a comfortable tea I had the few men of the force Archdeacon Stretch, Rev. Canon Goodman, Revs. H. A. together for a service in the “public," and then we slept the sleep of the Langley, B. Rodda, C. Greville, T. H. Armstrong, and the weary, if not of the just, till the Sabbath morn. We made an early start

Editor. Rev. John Cain sat immediately in front of the so as to ride the ten miles to Taupo before church time. I had all the platform, together with Mrs. Cain and her elder sister (Miss Davies), Mrs. inhabitants there to morning and evening service - with chants and Seymour). After singing a hymn, prayer was offered by Rev. B. Rodda, accompaniment–in a very good public hall

, with a grotesque “ dropDigby and Miss Elizabeth Digby, Miss Seymour and her sister (Miss Mary hymns all correct

, led
by the hotel-keeper's daughter

, with harmonium


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