get into the river with me, as old Bunyan said; but ah! ah! Mr. Satan, with all your strategy, there is no getting on the other side.' When about to leave him he seized my hand, saying, 'I have a request to make-will you grant it?' 'If it be possible, I will.' 'Shall you forget it?' 'No,' I replied. 'I am an old man; in a few years, and Gunga, the first of Orissa's converts, will be no more, when you pray put in a bit for me. I would be faithful to the end. I would conquer. I would wear the crown.

with this request I bade him farewell."

Pray for me.'

And

We have just met with a brief history of this venerable preacher, in the last Indian report of the Missionaries. We give it, and feel sure it will interest our young friends :

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GUNGA DHOR, a high caste brahmin, was the first of the old Guru's disciples who avowed Christ. He was baptized March 23, 1828. He had been the chief reader among their number; and, possessing great energy, had also been most active in spreading the Ten Commandments. The conflict was long and painful ere he could renounce his caste, his family, and all his worldly honours and prospects; but at length he resolved, and, in the spirit of a martyr, counted all things loss for Christ. This, however, was not until he had tested the divinity of Juggernath, in his own characteristie manner. He repaired to the temple; and after numerous prostrations and offerings, entreated the god to be propitious and answer the petition which he presented. He returned to his lodgings for the night, waiting for Juggernath to appear to him and answer his petition, as his worshippers say he does, by vision or dream. However, no Juggernath came, neither was there vision nor dream. The next day he resolved that if Juggernath was in abstract meditation, as he is sometimes supposed to be, he would rouse him to something like sensibility. For this purpose he secreted under his cloth a sharp-pointed rod of iron, and again presented himself before Juggernath, thoroughly abusing him for not answering his petition of the previous day. He then went behind the idol; and taking out the iron rod, mercilessly probed his back and sides until he thought he must be roused, if he had any life or feeling in him. Having done this, he repeated his prostrations, demanding to be informed if he were really a god, and threatening to abandon him and his worship for ever if he did not answer him. No answer was given; and Gunga left the temple in high dudgeon, never to appear in it again. He has, however, often appeared before it since, but it has been in the capacity of a minister of Christ; and such was the effect of at least one of his addresses that, amongst

the crowded thousands of listeners, there was scarcely one who was not moved to tears. For many years has this 'Boanerges' been engaged in proclaiming the gospel to his idolatrous countrymen : his exposures of idolatry have been and are most masterly, and his power as a preacher has rarely been equalled."

THE GOSPEL MILLENIUM.

DESIRE of every land! the nations came,
And worshipped at her feet; all nations came,
Flocking like doves :-

The silken tribes of Asia, flocking, came
Innumerous: Ishmael's wandering race, that rode
On camel's o'er the spicy tract that lay
From Persia to the Red Sea coast; the king
Of broad Chatay, with numbers infinite,
Of many lettered castes; and all the tribes
That dwelt from Tigris to the Ganges' wave,
And worshipped fire, or Brahma, fabled god;
Cashmeres, Circassians, Banyans, tender race,
That swept the insect from their path, and lived
On herbs and fruits; and those who peaceful dwelt
Along the shady avenue that stretched

From Agra to Lahore; and all the hosts

That owned the Crescent late, deluded long.

The East, the West, the South, and snowy North,
Rejoicing met, and worshipped reverently

Before the Lord, in Zion's holy hill;

And all the places round about were blest.

Thrice happy days! thrice blest the man who saw *Their dawn! The Church and State that long had held Unholy intercourse, were now divorced ;

Disease was none; the voice of war forgot;

The sword, a share; a pruning-hook, the spear.

Men grew and multiplied upon the earth,
And filled the city and the waste: and Death
Stood waiting for the lapse of tardy Age,
That mocked him long. Men grew and multiplied,
But lacked not bread; for God his promise brought
To mind, and blest the land with plenteous rain,
And made it blest for dews and precious things.
Of heaven, and blessings of the deep beneath,

And blessings of the sun and moon, and fruits
Of day and night, and blessings of the vale,
And precious things of the eternal hills,
And all the fulness of perpetual spring.

The prison-house, where chained felons pined,
Threw open his ponderous doors, let in the light
Of heaven, and grew into a church, where God
Was worshipped. None were ignorant, selfish none;
Love took the place of law; where'er you met
A man, you met a friend, sincere and true.
Kind looks foretold as kind a heart within;
Words as they sounded, meant; and promises
Were made to be performed. Thrice happy days!
Philosophy was sanctified, and saw

Perfection, which she thought a fable long.
Revenge his dagger dropped, and kissed the hand"
Of Mercy; Anger cleared his cloudy brow,
And sat with Peace; Envy grew red, and smiled
On Worth; Pride stooped and kissed Humility;
Lust washed his miry hands, and, wedded, leaned
On chaste Desire; and Falsehood laid aside
His many-folded cloak, and bowed to Truth;
And Treachery up from his mining came,

And walked above the ground with righteous Faith;
And Covetousness unclenched his sinewy hand,
And oped his door to Charity, the fair;
Hatred was lost in Love; and Vanity,

With a good conscience pleased, her feathers cropped:;

Sloth in the morning rose with Industry;

To Wisdom, Folly turned; and Fashion turned

Deception off, in act as good as word.

The hand that held a whip was lifted up

To bless; slave was a word in ancient books

Met only; every man was free; and all

Feared God, and served him day and night in love.
How fair the daughter of Jerusalem then!

How gloriously from Zion hill she looked!
Clothed with the sun, and in her train the moon,
And on her head a coronet of stars';

And girdling round her waist, with heavenly grace,
The bow of Mercy bright; and in her hand
Immanuel's cross, her sceptre and her hope!

POLLOK.

HAPPY IN LIFE, IN DEATH, AND FOR EVER!

THIS is saying much, but not too much, of the young person to whom we are about to refer; of whom we found, the other day, a brief memoir, on perusing which we thought we should be doing what might be for the benefit of our young friends, if we made a few selections from it. By the dates it will be seen that this beloved girl lived and died a few years ago. But her cheerful life and hopeful death are yet fragrant, and may induce some to

"Mary Ann Bottle was born at Keysoe, in the county of Bedford, October 20th, 1825, and died at Pertenhall, the adjoining village, February 10th, 1842, at the age of little more than sixteen years. She was very delicate from her infancy, and seldom enjoyed the blessing of perfect health; but although she was weak in constitution, she possessed an energetic mind, and from early childhood her character was marked by sincerity and decision.

Whilst quite young she attended the schools in the village where she resided, and made very pleasing progress in learning; but at the age of thirteen, she was placed under the care of Miss Hillyard, of Bedford, daughter of the late respected and beloved Rev. S. Hillyard, and afterwards wife of the Rev. J. L. Poore. She con

tinued at this school three years, affording entire satisfaction to her governess and parents, and enjoying much comfort herself."

Before she left school she wrote-mark her words, she loved school-"I am sorry to say I think I shall leave school at Midsummer, but I am not certain. O! what an ignorant creature I shall be to have finished school; but it is a comfort to think I shall not have finished my education. No, I hope that only will cease with life."

Early the subject of religious impressions, she wrote to a companion at a distance after she left school-"Is it not delightful to think, though distance may separate our bodies it can have no influence upon our spirits? No, my dear friend, we may still think of one another, write to one another, and more than all, pray for one another. What a blessed privilege is this, that we can both approach the same mercy-seat, and pray to the same God. Why should we talk of separation? we cannot be parted; time and distance may unite their powers, but in vain.

'Beneath the same fair dome we dwell,

By the same hand are fed,

And pilgrims in one narrow way,

Are by one Spirit led.

To the great presence of our God

By hourly faith we come,

And find in sweet communion there

One everlasting home.

Our hope, our life, our joy, our soul,

In our one Saviour meet,

And what in heaven or earth shall break

A union so complete ?""

"Mary Ann left school at Midsummer, and continued in her usual delicate state of health until nearly the close of the year, when the affliction commenced which, in the course of two months, ended in death. Soon after the beginning of her illness she made known the state of her mind upon the all-important subject of religion to her aunt, Mrs. D., and her mother. She said that although she had been the subject of very powerful impressions and serious thoughts even from childhood, yet it was the religious instruction she was favoured to receive from Miss Hillyard that more especially led her to think of herself as a sinner, and of Jesus Christ as a Saviour, and eventually led her to seek the Lord in the days of her youth. It appeared that in the spring of 1841, Miss Hillyard found her labouring under deep and anxious solicitude, and wished her at once to write to her father to make known to him the state of her mind; but she was too diffident, and had too much fear, and