world; and not a few are in their graves, their souls beyond the reach of change. The Reporter is thankful to say the little book has not been published in vain. He hopes it has given useful hints to some, and needful warnings to others. It has cheered the hearts of some who were fighting manfully against the devil and sin; and, through the excellent help of its young friends, it has raised over £2,000—(two thousand pounds)—for the missionary cause in China. What may happen during the next ten years it is not for the Reporter to say. His sun is getting down in the west, the evening clouds are rising; and knowing this, his lesire is to "work while it is day." But who is he that can tell how long his sun may be in setting? To each of his young friends he would affectionately ay—Give yourself to God this New Year's morning, nd devote yourself to his blessed service. Do some ood; give a little of what you have to those who have ess-to the poor and the needy, the ignorant and deraved. Think of the blessings God has showered upon ou, and let your welcome to this New Year be a song thanksgiving and praise. Oh, how thankful we should be Many little children lie On their hard and squalid beds, Burning limbs and aching heads. Many beg their daily bread, Many roam the streets by day- Many wander cold and sad; Not a few in prisons'lie; Oh, how thankful we should be THE CHIEF OF FALLANGIA. Nor many years ago a missionary went to labour in a little village on the Pongas river. The people were in heathen darkness, nor did they want the true light. All they knew about God and his Son Jesus Christ was from swearing white men, whose lives did not recommend the religion of Jesus. One day the missionary was sitting under his thatch very sad and quite discouraged. He did not know but he might have to go away without doing any good. Just then a canoe with a number of native rowers hove in sight. It stopped с not far from his hut, and a young black man jumped ashore. He came up to the missionary and said, “Sir, I am son of the Chief of Fallangia. My father has heard of your coming, and, being sick, he has sent me to fetch you to him.” Mr. Leocock said, "Yes, I will go." At night they reached the chief's house up the river. "Welcome, dear sir, thou servant of the Most High," said the old man, coming out to meet him. Supper presently was brought. The old man seemed much agitated; then he broke forth in a beautiful hymn of praise and thanksgiving to God. The missionary was as surprised as he was glad. "What does this mean?" he thought," am I indeed among Christians ?" "When I was a boy,” the old chief said at last, "I was sent to your country to learn something; and there I learnt about the Christ. I came back to my home, and fell into ungodly ways. For many years I lived like my heathen neighbours. Then God sent severe sickness on me, and I have just got well. From that time I said, 'I and my house will serve the Lord.' I earnestly prayed that God would send a missionary into the dark Ponga country, that I might see one before I died. For twenty years that has been my prayer; and now you, sir, are an answer to that twenty years' prayer. Now, I know God hears prayer, and that a blessing has come to my house. Welcome." You are welcome, thirty children col. "And I will divide my The grateful chief already had lected to begin a school with. house with you," he said, "and will take nothing for it; and if you are sick, I will nurse you." Then the mis sionary knew he had found his work, and that God had sent him there in answer to the cry going up year after year from that poor man's soul. What a wonderful faith that was for a man without a Bible, without the Sabbath, without any Christian neighbour or friend, never hearing a sermon, or hardly knowing whether God did hear prayer or not! Yet he held on, and the answer came at last. ALARMING NEWS FROM OUR CHINA, as we all know, is a very large country, and for more than ten years there has been a rebellion going on. At first the rebels professed to be Christians, but they have turned out to be worse than heathens; for they go about murdering, robbing, and perpetrating the most horrid cruelties, and the Chinese Government have not been able to put them down. Hitherto they have not come near any of the places where our missionaries were stationed; but they drove all the missionaries out of Nankin and other places long ago. By the last accounts from Amoy, however, a gang of them had come into that district, and very great terror prevailed among the people. Writing on the 24th of October last from Amoy, Mr. Swanson says: "On Friday last I was at Pechuia, whence I intended to start on Saturday morning for Baypay. Just as I was preparing to set out I was startled by a report that the rebels had the previous day entered Chang-chew [one of our missionary stations], and were hard at their |