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The word roused the failing, fainting spirit. He poured forth a few energetic sentences of that wondrous One,-his life, his death, his everlasting presence, and power to save.
They wept, both the two savage men.
'Why didn't I never hear this before ?' said Sambo; 'but I do believe ! I can't help it! Lord Jesus, have mercy on us !
Poor critters!' said Tom, 'I'd be willing to bar all I have, if it'll only bring ye to Christ! 0, Lord! give me these two more souls, I pray !
That prayer was answered !”
It was a bitter, biting morn one February day,
Our mother loved her very much, and thinks of times gone by,
1,-our mother did feel sad;
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
You can hear his bellows blow;
With measured beat and slow,
When the evening sun is low.
Look in at the open door;
And hear the bellows roar,
Like chaff from a thrashing floor.
And sits among his boys;
He hears his daughter's voice
And it makes his heart rejoice.
Singing in Paradise !
How in the grave she lies ;
A tear out of his eyes.
Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees its close:
Has earned a night's repose.
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!
AKATANGI, THE BELL-RINGER OF ERROMANGA. In the year 1840, I was one day sitting in my study at my station, Avorangi, in Rarotonga, when a little boy came and knocked at the door. I asked him his errand when he came in, and he said he had been thinking for a long time that he would like to do something for the house of God. Rather surprised at such a proposition, I asked him what he thought he could do? He replied that he would like to ring the bell. Now we had at that time no metal bells, but a kind of wooden gong for the purpose. It was a piece of hard wood three feet long, and hollowed out, which being struck with a small bar of iron-wood makes a sharp shrill sound which may be heard nearly two miles distant. I accepted his offer, and in a few days Akatangi, for that was his name, was made “ bell-ringer;” and as I have gone to the services, I have been delighted to see him beating the gong with all his might, his whole soul beaming in his eye with delight in being thus employed in the service of God.
About two years afterwards, I established a boarding school for the better education of a few lads of promise who were in the settlement school. The evening after the boys had been selected, Akatangi came to my house looking very sorrowful, and on any enquiring the cause, he said, “ Alas! my heart has been crying all day." Why so ?" said I; to which he ans red, "you were at the settlement school this morning, and you chose Tekao, and Nootia, and others, to come to your new school. All the time I kept looking at you, and thought I would like to come with them, but you