"WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY."

A NEGRO Woman attending a missionary meeting in one of the West India islands, was much struck with an illustration of this old proverb, given by a missionary, just arrived from England, who told what a swarm of bees once gave to the Bible Society. They had so laboured and increased as to raise more than thirty pounds for sending the Book of God to the world. She had listened, too, with great interest, to a description of a cherry-tree, the fruit of which, consecrated to the Missionary Society, had added many pounds to its funds.

On her way home she thus thought to herself:-"Sure dem buckra in England do so much, sure for me do something."

But then came the important question, "What shall that something be?"

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With the morning's dawn she found the answer. know that many among us in the same circumstances would have said, "Me poor slave, working for massa ten hours a day every day of the week, except Sabbath, when me wash for me clothes, and for me pickaninny clothes;

what can poor me do?" But though she didn't know grammar, she inquired not, "What can me do?" but, "What can me do? Something must be doue."

Before she went to work, she caught one of her finest hens, sewed a bit of scarlet cloth round its right foot, and addressed a few kindly words to her captive. Dere, Sissay, you do belong to the Missionary Society, hear ye, and all for you egg, and all for you chicken, da belong to the Missionary Society, hear ye. Go about your business."

And this determination was fully carried out. We have since learned that many African fowls, ornamented with the mark of red cloth, have been employed in thus promoting the extension of their great Creator's kingdom.-Early Days.

INDIA.

Preaching in Madras.

IN Madras, our mission continues all the services of the past year. We have held twenty weekly services, when addresses in Tamil, Telugu, and Hindustani have been delivered to audiences which are often large, and always attentive and respectful. Our preaching places are the Evangelistic Hall, Triplicane School-house, and the Medical Mission Dispensary. At each of these places we have six or seven services weekly, and at each service two or three addresses in the various vernaculars are delivered. We long to do yet more for Black Town, and we earnestly pray to God that he may open up the path and show us the way. Rev. A. B. Campbell.

THE JEWS.

CONSTANTINOPLE.

MR. KOENIG, our esteemed missionary to the Jews at Galata, sends the following notes of the work there:"Our communion season is just over. There were in

all nineteen who commemorated the dying love of the Redeemer. It was a solemn and refreshing season. It was good to be there; good to go apart awhile and hold communion with our Lord and Master, taking with us the text of the forenoon sermon: Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.' Our numbers have been recently diminished by the removal of two loved and esteemed church members to England, and another family to Jerusalem."

Baptism at Haskioy.

WE had last Sabbath the pleasure and the privilege of admitting by baptism into the visible Church our colporteur's wife.

The occasion drew together a number of our Christian friends from other parts of the town. It was a great day for the poor woman, and when I contrasted, in my address, her past life with her present condition, floods of tears flowed from her eyes. These were, indeed, as she said, tears of joy and of penitence. How marked is the change in the whole tone and tenor of her life! She is a native of this place, and grew up without any instruction whatever. Constantinople life was her only school. Living thus in utter ignorance of God, she sank to the lowest ebb. But in the chiefest of sinners the gospel effects often its greatest triumphs. Those to whom much is forgiven, will love much. May it be so with her !-Rev. Mr. Tomory.

TURKISH INQUIRERS.

THERE is one aspect of this month's labours which is worth mentioning. A number of anxious and hopeful inquirers, ten in all, have come to me and have spent many hours in asking questions and in searching the Scriptures. Some have stayed till evening, others have stayed till late at night, others all night and next day, in order to learn more..... Some of them have come twice, thrice, or oftener, so that I have done as much this month as formerly in the way of strengthening former impressions and clearing away objections.-P. O'Flaherty.

THE SAILOR-MARTYR;

OR, BURNED AT THE HELM.

SOME years ago, a steamer caught fire, when about ten miles from shore, on one of the great lakes of America. The man at the helm was "honest John Maynard," a man of God, and a brave sailor. The fire was spreading fast, and the captain put on all steam, and made for the nearest land, that he might run the ship ashore, in hope of saving all lives.

"How's her head?" shouted the captain.

"West-sou'-west, sir," answered Maynard. "Keep her sou' and by west," cried the captain; we must go ashore anywhere."

The fire spread. Passengers and crew all gathered forward. No one was left aft but the brave steersman, who held to his post amid the crackling flames. The coast grew plainer. They were within a mile of land. "John Maynard!" cried the captain.

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Ay, ay, sir," said John.

"Can you hold on five minutes longer?" "I'll try, sir."

Noble fellow! And he did try. The flames hissed round him. Amid the scorching heat, and crouching backward, he held the wheel firm with his left hand, till the flesh shrunk and the veins cracked in the fire. Then he took his right hand, and bore the same agony without a word. They were near the land. Boats were approaching. The last words he heard were the captain's cry, "The women and children first, then every man for himself, and God for us all!" He had run the ship ashore. Every life was saved, but the gallant sailor perished, either slipping overboard, or falling headlong into the burning hold.

Honour to his memory, and to the grace of God, which