Then came a feast for Indian chiefs: the

· REMEMBER THAT THOU WAST A white man blessed the food In English. “God knows what you say, I

BONDMAN.' thought; and it is good.'

HE hand which these

pens In Indian tongue he offered thanks. I

lines was, some years since, wondered, “Can it be That Indian tongue is known to God?

very nearly stiffened into Then

death by starvation, whilst inay He answer me.

lost amidst the wilds of I crept into my little loft, I knelt amid the

Australia.

After partial hay,

recovery, whilst travelling All night I prayed in Indian tongue until

through the same desolate the break of day;

country on our way to a lonely settlement, Like Jacob, till the morning broke, I strove whilst leading our horses along a tract from Christ to wrest

of precipices, we saw a poor magpie, sadly T A blessing, and it came at last : He blessed thin and wasted, hopping round a small me-I am blest!

bush. On examination, we found a cord

fastened to one of the legs of the bird, the And I have laboured since, in love, some other end of which securely held the poor small return to make

little creature by its entwinement around To Him Who did so much for me and suf

the plant. Some settler, we presume, had fered for my sake:

caught this wild magpie, perhaps among To do some little work for God, and make

his newly-sown grain, and had fastened the my people know

bird to affright other winged thieves. The Him Whom I knew not, had not learned,

bird somehow becoming loose, had been prosome fourteen years ago.

bably driven away from its own race on I taught, and those I taught by day brought

account of its appendage, and had made to their homes at night,

its way to the mountains, and there had To chiefs', to braves', and hunters' lodge,

become thus entangled, and was now ready

to die. Our own nearness to starvation on the Gospel words of light;

these mountains came back afresh into our Till I and they and all our tribe were striving, and bave striven,

mind, and very eloquent words would be To teach and learn those happy words, For

needed—we possess none such—to express giveness! Jesus! Heaven!

the exquisite pleasure with which we freed

this poor captive of its chain. We do not Thus, Father of my tribe and Chief, upon indeed remember that we were a bondman their heavenly road,

in the land of Egypt, but we remembered Father, Chief, Missionary, now, I lead my that we were once imprisoned by flooded sons to God;

rivers, and starving to death on these lone And when I die, here,' tribe beloved, in- mountains; and that recollection made our scribe it on my tomb,

hands swift to relieve the sufferings of "Our Chief and Missionary lies and sleeps another, although that other was only a

till Jesus come.'

F. W. M. in Gospel Missionary.

poor bird.