might have been expected from a child of so tender an age. At our last Sabbath-school anniversary she took a considerable part in recitation and singing. Little did we think it would be the last in which she would engage; but the Lord has taken her to dwell in a happier clime.

Only a few weeks before she left us, when returning from school, she said to a little school-fellow, "If I die I shall go to heaven." Ah, she has left her companions behind; her illness only continued a few days, but all efforts to arrest the disorder were ineffectual, and on the date above named, she went home to heaven. May her sorrowing parents, with the surviving children, and all her little schoolmates, meet her at length in heaven. W. BENNETT.

LOOK ALOFT.

THE following anecdote was related to one of his friends by the late Dr. Godman, of Philadelphia:

In a voyage to sea, in early life, he had seen a lad who had just begun to be a sailor going out to some projecting part of the rigging. His arms were supported by a spar, and he was looking below him for a rope which ran across, on which his feet should be. The rope flew from side to side, and it was evident that the poor fellow was becoming dizzy, and in danger of falling, when the mate shouted to him with all his force, Look aloft! you sneaking lubber!' By thus turning away his eyes from the danger, the dizziness was prevented, and he found his footing. And this incident, the doctor said, often recurred to his mind in after life, when his troubles grew heavy upon him, and he hardly could find ground whereon to tread. At such times he heard the mate's shout in his ears, and turned his eyes aloft,' to the prize upon which he had fastened his hopes. We cannot part with this beautiful illustration, without asking our readers to apply it to a still nobler purpose; to steady themselves in all the tempests of adversity, by looking towards that life in which there are rest and peace evermore; and when our flesh and heart shall fail us, and we can find no support under our feet, let us seek it by 'looking aloft' to Him' who is the strength of our hearts, and our portion for ever.' Sent by J. WYVILL.

KILMORE PRIMITIVE METHODIST CHAPEL,
VICTORIA, AUSTRALIA.

KILMORE is a town situated thirty-seven miles from Melbourne, and contains a population of about 1700 persons, nearly one-half of whom are Papists. The pioneers of Primitive Methodism in this town were Messrs. Wm. Wilson, Wm. Cadwallader, and George Lansley. These brethren laboured assiduously in the cause of the Redeemer, as Primitive Methodists. Some time ago, one of them (Mr. Wilson) departed hence, in "sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life."

Meetings were held for a time in a private house, where sinners were converted, and a small Society was organized; this Society was recognized by the Melbourne Mission, and the name of Kilmore stood on the plan of that mission for the year 1854, when our venerable friend Mr. John Ride visited the place. The small Society at Kilmore was subsequently assisted greatly by Mr. Robert Allen, who came to this country from the Gravesend Mission. A weather

boarded chapel was built at a cost of £292. This chapel
was considered a very good one for those days, and was the
birthplace of souls. The Rev. M. Clarke regularly visited
the Kilmore Society once or twice a quarter, in the year
1855; and on the arrival in this Colony of the Rev. G. T.
Hall, in November 1855, he and Mr. Clarke came to Kilmore
in turns until Mr. Hall's removal to Castlemaine. In the
Minutes of Conference for 1859, Kilmore appears as a dis-
tinct Mission; and in the Minutes of 1860, the Rev. George
Grey is stationed for this place, under whose superinten-
dence the present chapel was erected, at a cost of £963. The
Society, in connection with the chapel, is one of the least
among the thousands of Israel, but it is a working, happy
band; and the congregations on Sabbath evenings are
generally large and important, often including the mayor,
the editor of our newspaper, and other local celebrities. For
all the good accomplished, and any measure of success now
attending our labours, we fervently thank God; and we
pray that He may continue to prosper the work of our
hands.
G. T. H.

CHRIST'S LAMBS FROM HEATHEN LANDS. OUR Lord Jesus Christ gathers his lambs from many a heathen desert. He leads them into the pleasant fold of his church on earth, and then, sooner or later, takes them to dwell with Him for ever in heaven.

We will first look to the East: many of Christ's little ones are found there. A young Hindoo girl went to a mission school. She got on very nicely with her lessons, and was much loved by all who knew her. After some time she was taken ill, and during the many days she lay on her bed she showed that she had not listened to her teachers in vain. "I am a sinner," she said, "but I know that the blood of Jesus can take away all sin." She spoke many cheering words of her hope of heaven. "Do not weep for me, mother, I am going to my Father. Jesus will come and take me to Himself." To a pious friend who called to see her, and spoke of the tender love of Jesus in our times of sorrow, said, "O my Saviour! O my Saviour!" A day or two before her death, she cried, "Mother, I am going: God bless you." When her mother said, "My poor child," she then replied, "No, mother: rich, rich!" After she had prayed, she

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repeated the words, " Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price." The last words she was heard to say were, "My Father, my Father,” and then her happy spirit went to the home of the children of God.

From the East we turn to the West. A young negro girl, named Marley, lived in Jamaica, a large island in the West Indies. She was left by her parents to run about the hills like a wild thing, when a missionary asked her to come to his school, and learn to read. In that school she was taught the blessed truths found in the Holy Bible. There, too, she learned to pray, and to sing the praises of God. One day when she was about twelve years old, the missionary was told that she was very ill. He soon went to see her, and found her lying on a straw mat covered with a blanket. He said, Well, Marley, are you in pain?" Yes, in great pain, sir." "You would like God to take away your pain." "Yes, sir, but I shall die." "Are you not afraid to die, my child ?" No, sir, I can see my way clear." "What do you mean, Marley ?" "I have prayed to God to forgive my sin, for Jesus Christ's sake; and I have asked him to change my heart by his grace." "How do you know that he will hear your prayer ?" "I know he will hear me, for he has promised in his Book to do so." Little Marley then went on to tell the missionary the way in which she had been brought to feel her need of the Saviour. "The words that gave ine great comfort," she said, "were these: God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life" (John iii. 16). The missionary and the little negro girl never met again on earth; for, shortly after he left her, she died.

We now pass to the North. In the wild parts of America there are schools for the children of the Indians. In one of these was a native boy, whom they called Jack. He was taken ill; and when a missionary went to see him, he was found in a small hut, lying on a pile of leaves, and covered with strips of the rind of birch trees. "Poor boy!" said the missionary, "I am sorry to see you in this state: if you had sent to me, I would have cared for your wants." "I do not want much now," said Jack; "only I should like something

softer to lie upon, as my bones are very sore." When asked if he was happy, he said, "Oh, yes, I am very happy, for Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, died to save me: I trust only in Him." A small Bible lay by his side; when the missionary saw it he said: "I am glad that you have the Word of God to comfort you." Though very weak the dying boy raised himself on his elbow, and holding the blessed book in his hands, while a smile was on his face, he replied, "This is my dear friend: you gave it to me. I have read it much, and often think of what you have told me about it. I nearly lost my Bible last year, when I went to see my sister, who lives beyond the great lake. I stopped with her two months, and when on my way back, about half way home, I found that I had left it behind me. I soon turned round, and crossed the lake in a canoe by myself. I was tossed about on the waters, but at last got to the house, and obtained my Bible. I will not lose it again. I once thought that I should like, when I die, to have it buried with me; but then no one would be the better for it. So now I wish you to give it to some one when I am gone, that it may do good to him." Thus did this young Indian go back a great many miles, alone, and over a wide lake, like a sea, in search of his Bible. Happy boy! its truths were to him his hope and joy as he lay dying in that poor hut.

Last of all, we turn to the South. A lad named Hoopoo, a native of one of the South Sea Islands, became truly pious; he was sent to America to be trained, that he might, on his return home, be of use in the mission. One day he was in a large company, and was asked many questions about the island in which he was born, the customs of the people, and their religion. The native lad spoke very wisely, but some of his sayings made a gentleman of the company laugh aloud. "I am a poor heathen boy," said Hoopoo: "it is not strange that my blunders in English should amuse you." Then in a kind and serious manner he said to the gentleman: "Soon there will be a larger meeting than this. We shall all be there; and if we should then be asked, 'Do you love the Lord Jesus Christ?' I think I shall be able to say, Yes. What will you say, sir?" The gentleman felt the force of these words, and after he left the party, the question of the South Sea Island boy still seemed to sound in his ears. His heart was touched by the Holy Spirit, and he found no com