curiosity, and rejoiced with him when he held up the beautiful Bible in his hand, exclaiming, Joy, joy for de blessed Book." They required Sambo at once to read them from the new Bible, which he did for some time. All at once he stopped, when several voices cried, “Go on, go on." "No," replied Sambo, "me no go on; de book is not all paid for. How much you give, Jack? How much you, Tom? and how much you, Mary?" In response to this appeal, the deficient half dollar was soon collected, when Sambo set off for Kingston the second time, and faithfully discharged his obligation. He soon returned home to prosecute his beloved work among his sable brethren, considering the "blessed Book" cheap for a dollar and a half, and the labour of walking two hundred miles to procure it. Henceforth the declining years of this pious negro were diligently employed in labouring for the benefit of his fellow-men, and in treasuring up the Word of God in his heart for his own edification and spiritual comfort. Cannibalism in New Zealand. THE HE Rev. Mr. Leigh relates that while he was in the island of New Zealand, he was one day walking with a chief on the beach, and had his attention arrested by a considerable number of people coming from a neighbouring hill. He enquired the cause of the concourse, and was told that they had killed a lad, were now roasting him, and then intended to eat him. Mr. Leigh immediately proceeded to the place, in order to ascertain the truth of the appalling relation. Being arrived at the village where the people were collected, he asked to see the boy. The natives seemed much agitated at his presence, and particularly at his request, as if conscious of their guilt; it was only after a very urgent solicitation, that they directed him towards a large fire at SAINTS OF SIVA THE DESTROYER. 343 some distance, where they said he would find him. As he was going to this place, he passed by the bloody spot on which the head of the unhappy victim had been cut off; and on approaching, he was not a little startled at the sudden appearance of a savage-looking man, of gigantic stature, entirely naked, and armed with a large axe. He was a good deal intimidated, but mustered up as much courage as he could, and demanded to see the lad. The cook, for such was the occupation of this terrific monster, then held up the boy by his feet. He appeared to be about fourteen years of age, and was half roasted. Mr. Leigh returned to the village, where he found a great number of natives seated in a circle, with a quantity of coomery (a sort of sweet potato) before them, waiting for the roasted body of the youth. In this company was shown to him the mother of the child, who together with him were slaves, having been taken in war. She would have been compelled to share in the horrid feast, had not Mr. Leigh prevailed on them to give up the body to be interred, and thus prevented them from gratifying their unnatural appetite. Saints of Siva The Destroyer. HE Hindoo gods have a class of men to attend to them who are called saints. They live in harmony with the ideas of the deity they attend to. Siva's saints live a life of penance and suffering because he is the Destroyer, and they think by doing so they please their god. Physical pain is supposed to be an acceptable offering to him; and many of the saints live a life of great pain. The Rev. W. J. Wilkins says he has seen men worshippers of Siva who have held up one arm, and others both arms, until the muscles have shrunk so that they could not move them; others who have stood on one leg for years; others who havegazed into the burning sun until they have become blind; others who have sworn to be silent, and appeared to have lost the power of speech. There are, he states, those who sit helpless as children, and will not eat unless they are fed. Mr. Wilkins had often tried to converse with these men, but generally found it a hopeless task. Many of them, through real mental weakness, or as a result of the opium they had taken seemed to have lost the power of thinking; an idiotic stare, or an unintelligible grunt, was all he could get from them in reply. Oncertain days when festivals in honour of Siva are held, many of the working classes assume the dress and profession of saints for the time. Daubed with ashes, almost naked, and in a state of intoxication, they beg from house to house. Some of them throw themselves down from platforms, eight feet high, upon knives; others used to swing from bamboo poles with hooks fixed in their bodies. This latter practice has been stopped by the government, but other practices still continue. These things are done in the belief that they are pleasing to the god Siva. Those who do them, though of the most wretched appearance and character are looked upon by the Hindoos. as ideal men fit for the enjoyment of the presence of deity. Such is the false conception these poor deluded fellow creatures have of God and man. They certainly require the gospel which makes known through Jesus Christ what God is and what he requires of those He has made in His own image and after His own likeness. A Chinese Student COLERIDGE'S famous saying, "the Bible finds me more than I find it," has been verified in the experience of many an inquirer, but in the case of no one more than that of the Chinese student who was brought into contact with the sacred writings in the study of Bishop Boone of the American Episcopal Church. He was a teacher amongst his pagan countrymen, and was taken into the mission family to learn English and translate the Bible into the Celestial tongue. For a long time he remained insensible to anything in the DON SANTIAGO ON HIS CONVERSION. 345 Scriptures but their literary beauty. Abruptly, one day, he rose from his manuscripts, with the New Testament open in his hand, and with the rapid manner of one who has been startled by a great discovery, he exclaimed: "Whoever made this book made me. It knows all that is in my heart. It tells me what no one but a god can know Whoever made me made that book.' about me. Remarkable deliverance from such a person, and yet one which expresses the experience of thousands both in heathendom and Christendom. Don Santiago on his Conversion. MAN of some considerable influence in Buenos Ayres was Giuliermo Don Santiago. In his boyhood he came under the influence of a missionary belonging to the United States, and was by him induced to attend the Sabbath School. The instructions he received there did not bear immediate fruit. Don grew up a wild and hardened man. He was very fond of strong drink, and loved companions like himself. On recording the change that passed over his life, he told a missionary, that one dark and rainy night he and his socalled friends were spending a night in debauch. They had drunk all the liquor they possessed and desired more. The nearest vendor of strong drink was at a considerable distance, and it was most difficult to find his place of business in the dark. Don was determined they should not want their drink, and he, mounting his horse, and tying a bottle round his waist, started out on the journey. He reached the place, got his bottle filled, and made his way home. He had not gone far when he missed his way. It was a stormy night, the darkness was intense, and he was blinded with the rain. Wandering on he knew not where he was, until at last he found himself on what seemed to him the edge of a great sea. Worn out, cold and disconsolate, he dismounted and crept under his faithful horse, that he might be protected from the storm. Like Jonah of old, when in the whale, Don Santiago was led to think of his past life and the miserable condition into which he had brought himself. "There," said he, "seated on the ground; soaked with rain, and the pampas wind piercing to my bones, I reflected upon my past life. I thought upon the days I spent in the Sabbath School. I thought of my teachers, of my pastor, my father, my mother, of God and heaven. The sinfulness of my life stood before me and I determined, as I sat there, with the bottle of rum in one hand and my horse's bridle in the other, that I would never drink again. I promised God, in the most sacred manner, that I would henceforth lead a Christian life." The determination of the night was not forgotten in the morning, though he found himself close to a pond of water near his own house, which his intoxicated imagination had swollen into a great flood. That night was the turning-point in Don Santiago's career. It was in these circumstances he gave himself to Christ and the service of God. Ever afterwards he avoided all intoxicating drink, and did what he could to aid the missionaries in spreading the Gospel which had blessed his own soul. An Instructive Sunday Service W In Samoa. HEN the Rev. Charles Phillips visited Arorae in the Gilbert group of the Samoan islands, he attended a service early on a Sunday morning. On approaching the chapel in company with the native missionary, large heaps of hats, made out of the pandanus leaf, were seen lying indiscriminately outside the church. On Mr. Phillips asking the native missionary why they were thus left, he replied, You will soon see. It is because there is no room for themselves and their hats too inside the church." The words were literally true. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, every bit of space, even to the windows and doors was |