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What is the very best thing for us to have, and then to give? Surely the Gospel!-glad tidings of forgiveness and grace through Jesus. All the world lame, cripples, cannot walk in God's ways. But He can heal

them. What good news to have, and to give! Now, see

1. You cannot give what you have not. Cannot tell others about Jesus if know Him not yourself. Therefore, first get!

2. What you have, be sure and give. Don't keep Gospel to yourself. Tell it out! And the heathen far away-what can you do for them? Say, Opportunity to speak to them I have none: but such as I have give I them-sympathy, prayer, money to send them the Gospel.

3. What you have to give, give gladly. Don't say, Oh, if I could go to India, I would preach, but at home I can do nothing. Don't say, If I were rich I would give money; but I am poor, so I cannot. "Such as I have, give I."

And remember, it is blessed indeed to receive the Gospel; but "it is more blessed to give than to receive!"

SOME NEW MISSIONARY PUBLICATIONS.

E would ask all the readers of the GLEANER to take the yellow bill they will find dropped into this number, read it through, and keep it carefully. It is a list of the Society's publications. We must not mention them all here, but we wish to draw attention to two or three.

First, remember that our monthly periodicals are bound up at the end of the year, and the GLEANER Volume and the JUVENILE INSTRUCTOR Volume are very handsome and attractive presents or prizes. The latter, in its new shape, is particularly pretty; entirely green inside, and red (or green) and gold (or black) outside.

Then, every one of our readers should have the Society's sheet ALMANACK to put up in their rooms. Its pictures this year are large and interesting, and represent different kinds of worship -idolatry in India, sacrifice of blood in Africa, Buddhist ceremonial in Japan, Mohammedan prayer in Afghanistan, and the Christians of Metlakahtla assembling for church on Sunday morning.

We have also a new CHURCH MISSIONARY KALENDAR or POCKETBook, containing not only the usual pocket-book information, but the most complete information about the C.M.S. yet issued in a convenient form, viz., a short account of the Society, and of every one of its Missions; a list of all the Missionaries, and of the Native clergy; the statistical returns; the income and expenditure, &c., &c. It should be the inseparable companion of every friend of the Society.

Then there are two new series of Tracts and Leaflets, very suitable for distribution at meetings, &c. One gives a brief account of the Society; another, a collection of independent testimonies concerning missionary work; another, answers to common objections; another, a collection of missionary Scripture texts, classified under heads, and so on.

There are larger books and pamphlets, too, on Africa ("The Lost Continent "), on the Chekiang Mission in China, on Japan and the Japan Mission, on Metlakahtla, &c. And the CHURCH MISSIONARY ATLAS gathers all up together in a complete form, with its thirty-one missionary maps.

We want all our friends to know more about the Church Missionary Society, and to see that others know more about it. It is those who know most who pray most, and who give most, and therefore we ask them to look at this yellow bill.

A NEW YEAR'S MOTTO.

"The day is Thine, the night also is Thine."-Ps. lxxiv. 16.

LL of the YEAR is Thine;
Yet lent to me,

To use each quickly passing hour
Entirely for Thee :-

And all my happiest moments
Are the moments spent with Thee.

All of each DAY is Thine;
The light and shade

Are by Thy Everlasting Love

And perfect Wisdom made; And while Thy hand is guiding me I will not be afraid.

All of each HOUR is Thine;

Oh! passing sweet

Are those that find me sitting down
And listening at Thy feet

To words of loving-kindness
For my varied need made meet.
Each MOMENT spent with Thee-
Thy Love my stay-

Thy Faithfulness and Truth my Guide
Through all Life's varied way,
Until the last short step I take
Into Thy glorious day.

All of the NIGHT is Thine,
And through the gloom
Thou pointest to the fair Day-break
That cometh soon;

And "Time shall be no longer"

In Thy Everlasting Home.

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£106 8s. 10d.

This parish is St. Luke's, Bedminster, Bristol. The Vicar is the Rev. D. A. Doudney, D.D., who is well known to many Christian people as the editor for forty years of an excellent periodical called Old Jonathan.

In 1872, the Rev. J. H. Gray, C.MS. Association Secretary for Gloucestershire and North Wilts, attended a meeting at Bedminster, and was surprised to find that the whole amount collected for the Society in St. Luke's parish was 8s. 7d. We suppose his address must have stirred up the people to a livelier sympathy with the work of God in heathen lands, for from that day their contributions began to increase. Slowly, however, at first. In 1876 they had risen to £19 18s. 6d. In 1877 this was almost doubled, the amount being £38 8s. 7d. In 1878 that sum more than doubled itself, the total being £91 13s. 3d. And in 1879 it was £106 8s. 10d.

"And yet," writes Mr. Gray, "it is a poor parish." This is confirmed by the last printed Report, for 1879, from which we find that the collections in church were £11; that eleven annual subscriptions brought in £9; that special gifts in connection with an annual tea-meeting produced £25; that weekly and monthly contributions paid through collectors amounted to £29; that the Sunday-schools raised £14; that The money is missionary-boxes and missionary-bags produced £18. made up by the aggregate of littles.

"If thousands of our clergy," says Mr. Gray, "were awake, as dear 'Old Jonathan' is, to the importance of the work and the blessing our labour for it confers on our home population, and if our poor throughout the land were as earnest in pleading with and working for the Lord of the Harvest, as St. Luke's poor are, what a blessing should we not have at home, and what an income to use for our Master in foreign fields!"

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borders of Canada. "Rupert's Land" is the old name of the whole of the vast "North-West Territories" of British America ; and the diocese which formerly comprised them all was so named. But when the division into four dioceses took place in 1872, the Bishop of Rupert's Land only retained a small part of those territories, Moosonee, Athabasca, and Saskatchewan being all much larger. Our map includes, in its south-west corner, a piece of the present Diocese of Rupert's Land, namely, Lake Winnipeg and its environs.

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The "capital of Moosonee, where Bishop Horden resides, is Moose Fort or Factory, at the southernmost end of the Bay. It is a great centre of the Hudson's Bay Company's fur trade. The other places on the coast are also posts of the Company; at most of these there are Indian congregations which are visited from time to time by the Bishop and his helpers. At Moose itself is the Rev. J. H. Keen; at Matawakumme, an inland station below the edge of the map, the Rev. John Sanders; at Little Whale River, on the east side of the Bay, the Rev. E. J. Peck; at Albany, on the west side, the Rev. T. Vincent; at York, further north (where Mr. Kirkby was for some years), the Rev. G. S. Winter. Four languages have to be used, besides English -Cree, Ojibbeway, Chipewyan, and Eskimo: in the three former of which there are large portions of the Bible and Prayer Book, Hymn Books, Catechisms, &c. The whole population is about 6,000, the large majority of whom are now Christian. Most of the Eskimos, however, who are found on both sides of the Bay, at Churchill and Little Whale River, are still heathen.

Travelling is very difficult in the Diocese of Moosonee. Walking on snow-shoes, and driving in a carriole sledge drawn by dogs, are the only alternatives for the greater part of the year. For three or four months in summer, canoes are available along the coast and up the rivers. Once a year the "annual ships" from England arrive at Moose and at York; but there are two or three "overland mails at other times, via Canada. The time occupied in journeys may be judged from an instance or two. When Mr. Horden, in 1872, received the letter inviting him to come to England to be consecrated Bishop, he had just returned to Moose from what he called "a five months' walk in his parish." When Mr. Peck first went to Little Whale River in 1876, it took him seven weeks to get thither from Moose in a sailing-boat-which was nearly swamped three times (see GLEANER, June, 1877). From York to Churchill is ten days' hard tramp over the snow.

We gave a sketch of Bishop Horden's life in the GLEANER of June, 1874, and need only now say that he was born in Exeter in 1828; that he went out as a lay missionary of the C.M.S. in 1851; that he was ordained by Bishop Anderson (the first Bishop of Rupert's Land), at Moose, in the following year; that for twenty years he preached the Gospel among the Cree and Ojibbeway Indians, travelling on foot sometimes 2,000 miles in a year; that in 1872 he was consecrated at Westminster Abbey, the first Bishop of the territories in which he had been the first missionary; and that during the last eight years he has continued to labour most assiduously for the good of the people committed to his charge.

The Society has received an interesting journal of the Bishop's, describing a visit to Churchill last year, which we hope to publish in the GLEANER. Meanwhile, the following contribution is kindly sent to us by himself:

An Interesting Day at York Factory.

BY BISHOP HORDEN.

York Factory will long be remembered in connection with the Rev. W. W. Kirkby, who for many years laboured here in the service of the Church Missionary Society. He returned to England in the autumn of 1879, and was succeeded by the Rev. G. S. Winter. Some days after the departure of Mr. Kirkby, I arrived at York, and took up my residence with Mr. Winter.

The yearly ship, by which I was hoping also to return to England,

generally reaches York towards the end of August, and as Mr. Winter had as yet received only deacons' orders, I determined to ordain him priest before any excitement about the ship should arise; for it must be remembered that from the time the ship is expected, until she has arrived, discharged her cargo, and again taken her departure, she is the absorbing thought and subject of conversation for the whole community of York Factory; and the words, Have you heard the guns?" "Has the ship been seen?" are constantly heard, until she is descried in the distance; followed by," Is the wind fair? "Can she come into the river to-day?" and that again by, How is the unloading going on? "When does she sail ? " "Did you see her go out?" until her white sails are lost in the distance, and her hull has sunk below the horizon.

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August 8th had been an interesting day, for I had confirmed ninetyseven Indians, who all appeared deeply impressed with the solemnity of the service in which they then engaged. But the following Sunday was much more so, for we had the first ordination which has ever taken place at York Factory.

The day broke beautifully, and before seven o'clock the church contained a very good Indian congregation, to whom I preached from Luke xxii. 19, 20, on the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper. At eleven o'clock our English service commenced; the fore-part of the church was occupied by the English-speaking portion of the community, the remainder of it was filled by Indian worshippers, who were anxious to witness the dedication of their minister to his holy service. I preached from St. John ix. 4, “I must work the works of Him that sent Me while it is day; the night cometh when no man can work." During the Ordination service all seemed much solemuised, and I doubt not that in those few minutes set apart for private prayer many earnest intercessions were offered up for the young missionary. Then the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper was administered. At three o'clock the afternoon Indian service was held; the responses and singing were most heartily rendered, while the attention to, and evident interest in the discourse, which was from St. John xiii. 38, and was a caution to communicants not to presume to partake of the cup of the Lord unworthily, could scarcely have been surpassed anywhere. Fifty communicants then knelt at the Lord's Table, and thus terminated the services of perhaps the most interesting day York Factory has ever witnessed. The day was closed with the holding Sunday-school, which was conducted by Mr. and Mrs. Winter, assisted by a few willing teachers.

It should not be forgotten to be mentioned that the musical part of the service was under the management of Mr. and Mrs. Fortescue, the latter of whom presided at the harmonium.-[Mr. Fortescue is the chief officer of the Hudson's Bay Company at York.]

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The work in these remote North-West American dioceses is on a very small scale, if we count heads. There are hundreds of towns in China and India which contain more souls than all that are found in those vast territories put together. But let us remember what Henry Venn once said of the Red IndiansThey are now only the remains of nations; but they are living remains; and if it has been justly esteemed an enterprise worth much sacrifice of treasure and life to search through those very regions for the unburied bones of Franklin and his brave companions, surely the Church of Christ cannot refuse to send forth its messengers to search out and to bring to life everlasting remnants of tribes, dead in trespasses and sins, yet inviting us by a living voice to go over and help them."

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A LETTER FROM KASHMIR.

To the Editor of the GLEANER.

your issue for April, 1880, I see some account of an orphanage which Mrs. Downes commenced, and is still managing. I may remind your readers that we have just passed through a very trying time. In 1878, famine visited the country, and can only just be said to have passed away. The people, already reduced to most abject poverty by bad government, were utterly helpless, and died by hundreds and thousands around us. The country is in a most wretched state, and wants more than ever the helping hand of Christian charity. Friends in India and at home have given liberally, and for two years about a thousand people have been employed by us on famine works, which have been superintended by my brother missionary, the Rev. T. R. Wade.

In the year 1876 (the year before I took charge of the Mission Hospital), Mr. Wade, our clerical missionary, was in charge of the hospital, and issued a report. He wrote: "The Kashmir Medical Mission has now been doing its work of mercy since 1865, and only one season since that time has it been entirely suspended. During the remaining ten years we may fairly estimate that more than 100,000 visits have been paid to its dispensary by at least 30,000 patients." If we add the number of patients whom we have attended since I took charge of the hospital in 1877, we should find that some 140,000 visits have been paid by about 30,000 patients from the year 1865 to 1880. There are a great many operations performed in our hospital, and I have no doubt it is appreciated as a charitable institution. I only wish I could see signs of Christianity taking root; the people are sadly degraded, ignorant, and superstitious, but they believe us to be their friends, and a time may not be very far off when they will be as anxious to be spiritually cured as at present they are to receive physical relief.

At present we have seventy in-patients; the wards are rather crowded, I must confess, but we do very fairly. You will see how the hospital has developed in Dr. Elmslie's time there was no permanent hospital; he usually saw his patients in a tent, and only received one or two in-patients after very serious operations. Dr. Maxwell's application for a permanent hospital was granted in 1874. One has been actually built at the Maharajah's expense. We do not often have so many as seventy in-patients; but our average during this year must have been over fifty.

I see in looking over old reports that the missionaries met with various kinds of opposition at first; this has long ago become a thing of the past. Dr. Maxwell in 1874 writes thus: "No opposition was raised by the authorities to my medical work; indeed a considerable number of Sepoys came as patients." I am glad to say that this pleasant state of affairs continues: I have received nothing but the greatest kindness from H. H. the Maharajah and his officials; he has built me a house to live in, and has enlarged and improved the hospital in every way that we have suggested.

I hear that it has been lately suggested that the Kashmir Mission should be given up; I sincerely trust that it may not. It is true that we have made few if any converts, and there are no signs to lead us to hope that any great success is likely to attend our work at present; but it is a great point to have gained the friendship of the people, and especially an oppressed people; and that we have done. Political changes may take place, and then perhaps in a freer atmosphere our influence may manifest itself. In any case, surely it is a grand part of Christianity to help the helpless and relieve distress; and I cannot help thinking that natives in India have often seriously thought about the action of our Mission towards poor oppressed Kashmir. We should never forget the words, "They that are whole have no need of a physician, but they that are sick." Their very degradation makes it more necessary for us to endeavour to help the poor Kashmiris.

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[Interesting accounts of the Kashmir Medical Mission have appeared in former numbers of the GLEANER. A notice of Dr. Maxwell's work, with a picture of his dispensary tent, appeared in Nov., 1874; a biographical sketch and portrait of Dr. Elmslie, in May, 1875; a full report from Dr. Maxwell, with a picture of the new hospital, in March, 1876; and (as mentioned above) an article on the famine relief work, with an engraving of the orphans learning to sew, in April, 1880.]

OCCASIONAL TALKS.

I.

About a Mission Steamer for East Africa. ["Editor," starting on his daily walk to his office, falls in with his friend "Inquirer." The following dialogue ensues.]

NQUIRER.-Do you remember the last day we met?

Editor.-I do indeed. It was the 13th of August—a sad, sad day, never to be forgotten.

Ing.-Ah yes, I recollect. Had you not just heard of Mr. Wright's death?

Ed.-Yes. Henry Wright rose up that morning full of life and vigour; and long before noon his body lay a hundred feet under water. But one would rather think of the bright and noble spirit—at rest. It seems as if the word had gone forth as the sun rose that day, To-day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise.”

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Inq. Is there not going to be a memorial? I have heard nothing of the kind mentioned.

Ed.-Well, his own congregation at Hampstead did make a special collection in memory of him-nearly £600-which they gave to the Society to send out an additional missionary. But I hope there will be another now, to which all can contribute.

Ing.-Rather late in the day, I'm afraid.

Ed.-Yes, late for some who might perhaps have joined under the impulse of the sudden excitement; but not too late for those who loved the man-and who love the work he loved.

Ing.-Well, what is it to be?

Ed.-A steamer for East Africa.

Ing.-A steamer! That's a novel kind of memorial.

Ed.-You know we have the Henry Venn on the West Coast. Is it not a happy thought to put a Henry Wright on the East Coast? It is known that Mr. Wright himself was anxious to have a good sea-boat there. It was he and his family that gave the Mission the Highland Lassie, but

Inq. To be sure. I thought I remembered something about a steamer going out before. Was not that the one Shergold Smith went in? I have a sort of a recollection of some pictures in the GLEANER about her

voyage.

Ed.-Come, you ought to have more than " a sort of a recollection" about that.

Ing.-Well, you know, business men

Ed.-Business men make time fast enough to read what they're really interested in. But never mind; if they all did as well as you, we would not complain.

Ing.-I do remember now. There was one picture of the little craft coming out of Teignmouth Harbour, and a Devonshire man could not forget that. Besides, Shergold Smith was a Devonshire man too. But what has become of the Highland Lassie? Is she done for?

Ed. She has done good work in her way; but she was never big enough for the place. When the monsoon blows, she has not steam power enough to make head against it. Practically she is no use now.

Ing.-And so you would put a Henry Wright in her place, as a memorial to him. That's a not a bad idea. But if she's as large as you want, will she not be expensive to work? And do you really want such a vessel ? Ed. Of course she would cost something yearly to keep going. But the Committee believe she would save the Society as much in other ways. If a good boat, with a good man in command, had been there all along, much expense might have been avoided.

Ing.-That I can well believe. I suppose she would go up some of the rivers, and take the men inland, would she not? Did not Smith go up

one in the Highland Lassie-the Wami, was it not, or some such name? Ed.-Your memory is reviving! But it was not the Highland Lassie that went up the Wami. She could never have done it. It was the little Daisy, the steam-launch, and it was as much as even she could manage. No, the river route to the interior came to nothing. The Henry Venn steams up the Niger for hundreds of miles; but the Henry Wright will have to live on the sea.

Ing.-Then would she merely go backwards and forwards between Zanzibar and Frere Town? Why, she would be merely a ferry-boat!

Ed.-Do you know that Frere Town is a hundred and fifty miles from Zanzibar, and that the voyage, when against the monsoon, takes sometimes four days? Besides, you forget that Zanzibar is an island—or, rather, a town on an island of the same name-and therefore the steamer would be very useful to the Mpwapwa and Nyanza missionaries in the interior, conveying them and their mails to and from the coast. Ing.-Stop a moment. That's rather beyond me. To the coastwhere from?

Ed.-From Zanzibar, which, you know, is the great centre of trade in East Africa, and where the mail steamers stop. You go by mail packet from Aden to Zanzibar, and then you get, the best way you can, either to

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