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think I wish to get well. I do sometimes think I should; but then again I should like to be with Jesus in heaven, because there I should be like Him."

When in her mother's arms, she said, “ What a kind Saviour that was who said,

Suffer little children to come unto Me,' and took them up in His arms, and blessed them. He did not mind taking them up in His arms." Having used a gargle for her throat, which was acid, she thought it was vinegar, and said, “I ought not to murmur, Jesus had vinegar mingled with gall given Him to drink." On visiting her for the last time, the

“I found her hope unshaken, · resting only and firmly on Christ. On her pillow lay a little book, 'Daily Food, which was given to her by her teacher, 'this,' said she, is my constant and delightful companion. She referred to the portion for the day, John xiv. 23, 24, and the verse,

One there is above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend,' &c., as having afforded her great comfort.” She said to a friend, the theme on which she delighted to dwell was death, and then heaven. She repeated a verse of a hymn,

“Though rough and thorny be the road,

It leads the Christian home to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For Heaven will make amends for all."

To a little orphan child she said, “I hope, my dear, you will seek after, and then you will find Jesus Christ. He has promised to be the Father of the fatherless, and you would like to meet your dear friends; but you cannot, if you do not seek after God;" after a few gentle sighs, her happy spirit took its flight to heaven, on Friday evening, June 13th, when she had just completed her thirteenth year.

Some time before her death, she had called her mother to read to her out of her little “ Daily Food,” the portion for the day, May 20th, Nahum i. 7, ** The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, and He knoweth them that trust in Him.” She said, “Is not this food for the Christian?”

My dear young readers, seek Jesus as this dear little girl did, and then like her you will have peace and joy, in life and in death.


“ THE CAPE OF GOOD HOPE.” The Cape of Good Hope, as it is called, was first discovered in 1652, by Bartholomew Diaz, a famous Portuguese voyager. The whole district was then inhabited by Hottentots, -a distinct and peculiar race of people, thought by some to resemble the Chinese in appearance more than any other people, and ditfering from all other South African tribes. They are not black, but of a sallow colour, and sometimes so light that you can see the red shining through the yellow cast on the cheek. The top of their

heads is broad and flat, their faces taper to the chin, with high cheek bones, flat noses, and broad lips. At one time they were a very numerous people, and occupied that large tract of land which stretches out along the western division of the colony into Great Namaqualand, and then eastward along the Orange or Gariep river.

From the particular part of this district in which they lived, they have been called Hottentots, Namaquas, or Corannas; but they all speak the same tongue, adopt the same customs, use the same weapons in war and hunting, and bear the same features in appearance and character.

Running in various directions throughout this tract of country are high hills and deepwooded ravines. Here dwell the Bushmen, who are thought to have been originally Hottentots; but being driven to these retired parts from various causes, have become a distinct people. At one time these Bushmen existed in large numbers, but the colonists have waged such constant war upon them, and hunted them out of their retreats so diligently, that they are greatly reduced. These Bushmen are amongst the very lowest grade of human beings. They build no houses, and cultivate no lands, but live entirely by plunder and hunting. In the cold season they scrape holes in the earth, into which they creep at night for protection, and in the warm summer days live ainongst the trees. In appearance they are most dis

gusting; their whole body is smeared with fat and ochre; and, as they never wash themselves, they are covered with filth. Their dress consists chiefly of a skin hung over their shoulders, and a small leatber or skin apron attached to their waist. They are extremely lazy, and will often go without food, rather than rouse themselves to hunt for it. As hunters, they are very clever, and can climb trees like cats, jump about the rocks like goats, and run very nearly as fast as a horse. In their wars and hunts they use poisoned arrows, which generally produce inflammation and death in a very short time. Human life is utterly unvalued by them, and they frequently kill their children in their passion. To look at them and follow them in their habits, you would think them very little above the brutes that perish; yet they have souls, and can be, and have been civilized. They are not beyond the power of the gospel of Jesus; and more than one wild Bushman has been tamed by it, and brought to heaven. Andrew Stoffles, who was sent some years ago to England to give evidence before the House of Commons, about the state of the South African tribes, was once an untrained Bushman.

Another South African tribe, about whom you have heard much, is that of the Kaffirs; but they are only a part of a great nation called the Bechuanas. To this nation belong, beside the Kaffirs, the Amapondas, Zoolus, and Basutos, about all of whom you may

have read. The Kaffirs are a very bold and warlike race, and have long maintained their independence of every effort to subdue them. Their country lies to the north-east of the colony, and is very beautiful. Its fine mountains and forests give them protection in case of war, and enable them to keep their position well. To the north of the Kaffirs live the Amaponda and Zoolu tribes-fine warlike races, and remarkable for their proud and unbending characters. To the north of these again, in the tract of country where the Yellow and Black Rivers (the main sources of the Orange River) take their rise, live the Basutos; and to the north of these again, and stretching away into the interior, are other Bechuana tribes, the number and extent of which are not yet known. On the western coast, and inward to the border of a desert crossing this part of Africa, live a large branch of the Hottentot nation, the Namaquas; and to the north of them are the Damaras, who resemble the Negroes very

much in colour and appearance. Running across the country, and forming a sort of northern boundary to the colony, is the Karoo country--a dry, parched-up land, very thinly inhabited, and affording scarcely any food for man or beast. And across this broad tract are the tribes, as yet hut little known, living near the lake lately discovered by Dr. Livingstone, and about which you

have read. Such are the tribes amongst which the

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