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God's blessed truth, however, cannot be burned out, or rooted out, or put out, by any way of men's devising. God himself will take care of that. In spite of the anger of their enemies, in all the countries whither Peter Waldo and his missionaries went, the truth made its way, converting and comforting many souls. Thus were planted the seeds, the little seeds, of true Bible religion, which three or four hundred years afterwards sprang up and aided in promoting the great Protestant Reformation-that Reformation which established Bible religion again on the earth, and gave a great blow to the power of the pope and the priests.

But what became of Peter Waldo? After doing much good, and presenting a noble example as a christian, he went into Bohemia, where he peacefully died, in the year 1179. From that time to this present day his name is held in great respect-not so much because he was a great merchant or a rich man, but because he gave himself and his all to the service of our Lord Jesus Christ, and because he was the first to give the whole word of God to the common people in their own language.

Let us be thankful for the sacred scriptures, which, in our favoured land, we may read in our own homes and schools, and need not go to the shelter of a deep forest for fear of a dungeon and a cruel death. And yet there are countries at the present day where, if a person is found reading the Bible, he is cast into prison, there to work in chains, and to spend years among the worst of criminals. This we know is the case in Italy now, where pious persons have been sent to prison because they loved the truth as it is in Jesus better

than their liberty or their lives. In other countries the priests even dare to burn the blessed Bible, or tear it in pieces. But, in spite of all their rage and malice, the time will come when God's most holy word shall be known, and read, and loved in every land. Be sure you love and hold fast your Bible, for it tells you of the only name by which you can be saved-JESUS CHRIST.

THE BIBLE IN THE SOUTH SEAS.

IN the wide waters of the South seas there are innumerable small islands which present a lovely aspect to the mariner as he threads his way amongst them. When first discovered they were found to be inhabited by an interesting people, but their customs were both cruel and idolatrous. They sacrificed their own children to idols, and roasted and ate the flesh of enemies slain in battle. They had no knowledge of the great God or of his blessed gospel. When these things were heard of in England some pious men and women went all the way to the South seas to teach these ignorant islanders the knowledge of God, and of Jesus Christ the Saviour of the world.

These servants of God sent to England for a printing press, and types, and paper, and soon set to work. When the natives found what was going on, they ran to the place. There they were in crowds every day, blocking up the door, sittin by the windows, or climbing on the backs of others,

all eager to get a look at what was going on, and erying out, "O Britain, land of skill!"

The noise and interest were like as it is in England when a balloon is to go up for the first time, or a new railroad is to be opened. "When will the books be ready ?" they cried. "We will give cocoa-nut oil for a book."

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One evening, as the sun was setting in gold and purple clouds on the sea, there came a canoe with five men it, from another island. They pulled down the mat which served for a sail, jumped on shore, and ran quickly to the Bible printers. "What is it you have come for ?" they were asked. "Luka," or Te Parau na Luka," Luke, or the word of Luke, was the reply. They then held up large bamboo canes filled with cocoa-nut oil, which they had brought to pay for the books. They were told none were ready, but if they would come in the morning, they should have them. Night came on, and the Bible printers went to rest. In the morning they looked out of window, and there they saw the five men lying along the ground, their only bed being a few leaves. "Why did you not go and find a lodging somewhere? Why have you lain out of doors all this cold night?" they were asked. Oh," they said, we were afraid if we had gone away, some one might have come before us in the morning, and all the books would have been gone.'

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The men then went into the house, and gave their oil for five Bibles. They asked for two copies more, one for a sister, and another for a mother. Each book was now nicely wrapped in a piece of white native cloth, and put in their bosoms. They did not stop to take any food, but pushing

their canoe from the shore on to sea, they raised their matting sail, and steered away, rejoicing, to their native island.

Now, what shall be said to those who can obtain the Bible without any trouble, and perhaps for nothing? Not a part of it only, as the Gospel of Luke-but the whole of the Old and New Testaments, nicely and strongly bound, and of a size which a boy may put in his pocket, or a girl in her little bag.

Some children do not value anything which costs a small sum, or which they have got with ease. But if the young in England had to travel many miles, or over deep seas, for a copy of the Bible, they would learn to value it more than they do now.

And when a Bible is obtained, what is done with it? It is very sad to see it thrown aside and unread; or hid in a corner of a room, all over dust, and its leaves torn and soiled. Young reader, where is your Bible? Is it kept neat and clean, or is it torn and laid aside? When did you last read it? Have you read a chapter to-day, or any day this week? How many verses have you learned during this last month? When did you pray that God would give to you his Holy Spirit, to teach you from his word? Do you seriously read in your Bible of the great love of Jesus Christ in dying on the cross to save sinners? Can you repeat what he said when he invited little children to come to him?

Sad indeed will it be for many children born in a christian land, watched over by pious parents, and taught by godly teachers, when they are called before the " great white throne," if they neglect the Bible and the great salvation of

which it tells us. May you read it, and love it!

May it be your treasure and your guide! May it be a lamp to your path, and direct you through this sinful world to the glory of heaven!

Let us be thankful that we may

Read the Bible every day :

'Tis God's own word which he hath given

To guide us in the way to heaven.

"THE HARVEST IS PASSING."

HARK, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee,
And warnings with accents of mercy doth blend;
Give ear to his voice, lest in judgment he meet thee;
"The harvest is passing, the summer will end."

How oft of thy danger and guilt he hath told thee!
How oft still the message of mercy doth send!
Haste, haste, while he waits in his arms to enfold thee;
"The harvest is passing, the summer will end."

Despised, rejected, at length he may leave thee:
What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend!
Then haste thee, O sinner, while he will receive thee;
"The harvest is passing, the summer will end."

Ere long and Jehovah will come in his power;
Our God will arise, with his foes to contend!
Haste, haste thee, O sinner: prepare for that hour;
"The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”

The Saviour will call thee in judgment before him:
O, bow to his sceptre, and make him thy friend;
Now yield him thy heart, and make haste to adore him;
"Thy harvest is passing, thy summer will end."

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