"Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I AM THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have THE LIGHT OF LIFE."-John viii. 12.

"YE ARE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD."-Matt. v. 14. "Among whom ye shine as lights in the world; holding forth the word of life."-Phil. ii. 15, 16.

THE LIGHT-HOUSE.

SOME of our readers, whose homes are distant from the sea-coast, have probably never seen a light-house, and have but a very faint idea of its immense service to "those who go down to the sea in ships and do business in great waters." In the dark night, but for its guidance, the sailor would be quite at a loss to know how to steer his course so as to avoid the rocks and sands, and to reach "the haven where he would be."

The Eddystone light-house is built upon a rock in the sea, not far from Plymouth, at a distance of about twelve miles from the shore, and the light is visible for thirteen miles on every side. Though several former buildings on the same rock have been washed away, this light-house has stood the tempest's fury for more than 100 years.

The texts above remind us that we shall "walk in darkness" unless we follow Christ; that the true followers of Christ are to be the "light of the world ;" and that, as the light-house holds forth its friendly ray to guide the sailor across the trackless deep during the gloomy night, so we must all take care to "let our light shine before men," "holding forth the word of life" to all with whom we have to do.

It is not expected that little Christians can shine as extensively as those who are older and wiser. There is a great difference between the light of a large lamp and a little wax-taper or lucifer match; but the youngest who really follow Christ will receive light from him, and will surely shine.

Upon a light-house off the coast of Cornwall is engraved this instructive motto, "To give light, and to save life." -Quarterly Token.

CAN'T WE DO SOMETHING?

A MISSIONARY in Africa had established a school for black children, which gave him much joy, for they loved the Saviour.

One day he told them that there were still a great many idolaters in the world, who did not know the Lord Jesus Christ; and that there were societies in England, Germany, and France, which sent missionaries to these poor heathens. The little coloured children then said, "And cannot we do something also?" "Reflect upon it," cried the missionary, "and when you have found out some way of contributing to this good work, you may come and tell me." These poor children tried to discover how they could obtain something to give; for you must know that they have no parents or friends who are rich enough to let them have a little money occasionally; and that there are many in Africa who do not know what a piece of money is.

One morning, however, they came to the school, full of joy, and said to the missionary, "We wish to form a little juvenile missionary society." "That is very well," said the master; "but what will you give for missions?' The oldest answered, "We have resolved to form a society like grown-up persons; and each one of us will oblige himself to collect as much money as he can without begging. As for those boys of us who are largest and strongest, we will go into the woods to find bark; and we will carry it to the tanner, who has promised to pay us a florin for each load."

Another child interrupted him, and said, " And as for the rest of us, we will gather gum, and will sell it for more than four shillings a pound." "will

"And we," exclaimed the smallest children, carry ashes, and sell them to the soap-maker."

Then the girls came; and some of them said, "We will collect locks of wool, and we will sell them." Others said, "We will get some hens, and sell the eggs and the chickens."

The little negro children did not rest satisfied with making promises. They executed their plan without neglecting school; and at the end of a year they held a meeting under the direction of a missionary, and carefully paid over to him all which they had raised.

And how much do you think they put into his hands? More than ten pounds.

THE WATER AND THE BLOOD.

DEAR children, let me say to you, that if you are not feeling the water as well as the blood, you have not been at the cross. The two go together. You have not believed in Christ to the cleansing away of your guilt, if you live in the love and practice of sin. For, whenever you get the blood for your soul, you will also get the sanctifying water.

I know a mother who, on being asked whether she thought her girl truly changed, said, “I have no doubt of it; she is so altered at home." "How is she altered?" "She never speaks back now.' Was not that the water as well as the blood? One that really gets this blessing cannot lie, cannot swear, cannot willingly break any commandment. If you have been at the cross, you have got both pardon and holiness.

You that cannot say you have already found Christ, look now upon what John saw. Oh, come and see the same sight; come and get the same blessing! Do not go home to get it at some future time; take it now; take it with you.-"Jesus Pierced."

FRIGHTFUL MURDERS IN ERROMANGA.

MORE martyr-blood has been shed in Erromanga, one of the South Sea Islands, in which, twenty-two years ago, JOHN WILLIAMS died. On 20th May last, a devoted missionary and his wife, the Rev. G. N. Gordon and Mrs. Gordon, were cruelly murdered by the savage natives. The account is contained in a letter from the Rev. J. Macfarlane; the particulars are as follows:

"About noon of the 20th, a party of nine Bunkhill natives, of whom the chief Lova was the leader, called at the mission house, and inquired for Mr. Gordon. They were informed that he was working a little further down the hill, at a house which he was building as a winter residence. They went towards the place, but in passing through a grove near the house, eight of the men concealed themselves, while the ninth, named Naru-bu-leet, went further down to inveigle Mr. Gordon into the trap thus laid for his destruction.

"Mr. Gordon had, unfortunately, sent all the boys away to gather grass for the roof of the new house, and was unattended, when Naru-bu-leet walked up to him, and asked for some calico for himself and the others of his party, who, he said, were waiting at the mission house. Mr. Gordon took up a piece of board, and wrote on it with a piece of charcoal, Give these men a yard of cotton each.' This he gave to the savage, and told him to take it to Mrs. Gordon, who would give him what he wanted.

This, however, would not have suited the intentions of Naru-bu-leet. He told the missionary that Lova wished particularly to see him, and to get some medicine for a sick man, and that he had, therefore, better go up to his own house. Mr. Gordon, pointing to a plate containing some food which Mrs. Gordon had sent him, said, 'I have not yet eaten; but never mind, I can do so as well at the house; and wrapping up the plate in his handkerchief, he started up the hill, followed by the native. On arriving at the ambush Naru-bu-leet buried his tomahawk in Mr. Gordon's spine. He immediately fell, uttering a loud cry. Naru-bu-leet gave him another