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opening. This the Frenchman did not think of; and therefore his canoe was drawn towards one of these openings, without his knowing that danger was so near. painful to see how calm he sat, and how confident he seemed, though every moment brought him nearer to a frightful whirlpool. But though he saw it not, there was old native sitting on the beach, whose eye was drawn towards the canoe; for he knew



well enough that such a frail vessel must be sunk when it got amidst the troubled, boiling waters, where the outward current met the great waves that came rolling in from the ocean.

He therefore shouted out to him as loud as he could to take care; but the young man was too far off to hear his

voice. Then he waved a stick to draw his attention, but the Frenchman did not see it. All this time on and on went the eanoe upon the hosom of the smooth-flowing water. How like was the state of this man to the conduct of those thoughtless young people, who allow themselves to be borne along towards the point of peril, unconscious of their danger, and unmindful of the warning voice of pious friends! Many an ungodly youth has striven against the current; and when brought within its power, and on his death-bed, looking back upon the false joys that have deceived and ruined him, he has been compelled to say, in the anguish of his soul

“Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of dark despair;
And whilst I lister'd to your song,

Your streams had e'en convey'd me there." All at once a sense of his danger flashed upon our voyager's mind. He seized his paddle, and tried to row his canoe against the torrent that was hurrying him onward; but the task was too hard, and his strength too feeble. The old man, unable to help him, called to some natives, who were at work not far off, to hasten to assist the Frenchman. They ran to the beach, launched a large canoe that was lying there, and paddled with all their might to the place where he was struggling for existence. He saw them coming. Hope now cheered his heart, and animated him with new strength. He tried with all his might to keep his canoe from being drawn nearer to danger; but on he went. The natives shouted to him as they rowed, to encourage him to renewed exertion ; but his canoe was now in the opening, and coming within the influence of the whirlpool formed by the current. Soon it began to whirl round so rapidly, that the unhappy young man lost his calmness of mind, and jumped out of the canoe, most probably in the hope that he might save himself by swimming. But, alas! he was seized by the whirling waters, and carried down into the depths of the sea, to rise no more! Had he kept his seat he might have been saved; for the natives, knowing how to navigate that dangerous place, recovered the canoe; but the body of its owner was never found.

A few days afterwards the Bible was found amongst his effects, and returned to the missionary, who, on looking into it, found that the leaves were turned down in four or five places, as if the young man had been struck by these passages, and had wished an explanation. But he was gone where other revelations had been made to him, and the opportunity of speaking to him about his soul's concern was lost for ever.

This poor young man used to wear a gold ring; but for some unknown reason he had that day left it upon his dressing-table. Inside this ring there were two French words engraved, " Ma Mère,“My mother!”

Far away, in a distant land, separated from his mother and his friends, he had met a watery grave; and no one could ever tell whether the words of the sacred book he had begun to read had impressed his mind or not.

This short, but sad' tale, should teach us all how important it is to get good and do good while the opportunity is ours. How painful the thought that we might have been useful to any who are now gone beyond the reach of our prayers and efforts for ever! Think, dear readers, that one soul departs into eternity every moment, and that most who die are heathens who never heard of God or heaven. Let us, then, be in haste to save them; and for this end let us strive more and more to send the blessed gospel to every creature.


Little children, when you pray
To God to keep you through the day;
When you ask that He would take
Your sins away for Jesus' sake;
When you thank Him for your friends,
And the comforts that He sends;
Don't forget to breathe a prayer
For those who know not of His care.

Many little ones there are
O'er the seas so very far,
Who never heard of God above,
Who know not of the Saviour's love ;
Multitudes who never heard
From Christian friends this blessed Word-
That “ Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,"
Dearly loves a little child ;
And bids them always come and pray
To Him to take their sins away.
This Saviour they have never known,
And therefore kneel to wood and stone.

Oh, children ! ask of Him to send
Some one to be the heathen's friend ;
To guide them from destruction's road
Into the path that leads to God;
That they may have their sins forgiven,
And when they die may go to heaven;
That you and they at last may be
Blessed to all eternity!

A sinner, Lord, behold I stand,

In thought, and word, and deed ! But Jesus sits at thy right hand,

For such to intercede.
Thou, Lord, canst change this evil heart,

Canst give a holy mind;
And thine own heavenly grace impart,

Which those who seek shall find.

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