and again they beat the poor negro, whom the Scotch soldier had taught in the first instance, because they said he had begun "the mischief," and at last they sent him away to another estate. Upon this estate, however, the good negro did the very same thing again.

Very soon after, came the happy day of freedom to the slave, and the Bible Society promised a New Testament to every one who was able to read. Now, it was seen what this single negro had done. On the two estates where he had worked, there were found five hundred negroes, all able to claim the gift of the New Testament!

A hint for you, my Be like the Scotch solcome from one little Who can tell how

See what good one man may do, who is willing to work, and to set other people to work. readers. Oh! try to be useful. dier. Who can tell how much may effort of yours? Lay the first stone. great a building may arise?

LINES SUGGESTED ON READING THE ACCOUNT OF THE DEATH OF BISHOP HEBER, IN THE MISSIONARY REPOSITORY FOR APRIL.

Yes, Heber is gone to his mansion in glory

From the far coral strand where he went to proclaim

To heathens benighted the heart cheering story,
"That sinners may hope, since the sinless was slain."

His heart thrill'd with love, and pure was the flame
That glow'd in his bosom to answer their call,
"To deliver the land from error's fell chain,"

Through Jesus, the Saviour who died for us all.

Death brought him the summons, disarmed of his sting,
His pure spirit lingered not, " trembling in doubt;
He flew to the arms of his Saviour and King,
And heaven resounded the seraphim's shout.

May the path that he trod be by others pursued,
Till salvation's glad story shall spread the world o'er
Till all our lost race, in Christ's image renew'd,
Shall cast off their idols and Jesus adore,

T. W. H.

THE

MISSIONARY REPOSITORY For Youth.

CHINA.

VI. NING-PO.

ONCE more we must embark with our good friend Mr. Smith on the Woosung River. We must find our way out among the innumerable junks filled with corn from Tartary, which crowd the port of Shang-hai. A day or two more, and we shall open our eyes upon the island of Chusan, which, I think, we must give a further look at by and by before we leave China altogether. Here we are at the entrance of a river. Numerous sunken rocks lie about ns. We must take care. Ho! Pilot! Is there not a pilot on board one of those fishing boats? Yes, and see, here one of them comes, but he seems almost sorry to come, the coast is so dangerous. Yet, after some few hours, we have arrived safe before a city—a city, where not many houses of foreigners are to be seen, and on the banks of which stand a crowd of people staring at us, as if they were not accustomed, so frequently as the inhabitants of Shang-hai, to behold a ship from a strange country. What city can this be? It is Ning-po.

Ning-po is said to be the finest city on the coast of China, open to foreigners. The streets are broad and clean, and the houses are good and spacious. Its population must be nearly four hundred thousand. literature and refinement, it is surpassed only by two other cities in the empire, Foo-chow and Hang-chow.

In

Soon after Mr. Smith's arrival, he met with an amusing specimen of Chinese manners, in a visit which he paid with some friends to the principal Mandarin in Ning-po, usually styled the taou-tai. They were borne in chairs along the streets to the ya-mun, or public offices, in which the taou-tai resided. As they approached the large No. 118.

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folding doors, a gong was struck, which was immediately answered by other gongs and a bell from within. At the same time, a native piper began playing a noisy air, accompanied by a kind of cymbal, to do them honour as they passed by. Great men in China always receive their friends with music. The folding doors were opened, and the missionaries passed through a number of large courts. Finally, the sedan chairs were set down at the bottom of a little flight of steps, leading to the more private rooms. Here the taou-tai came out to receive his guests, and there was a profusion of bowings and scrapings, and all kinds of polite movements. At last they were invited to take their seats. No one would take the best place. The taou-tai refused, and his friends refused. There they stood pressing one another to go up to the highest seat, till Mr. Smith was ready to drop from fatigue. Such is Chinese etiquette. After a time, one of the Englishmen present, coolly took the best seat and put a stop to the debate. A regular Chinese dinner is a sort of thing which an Englishman could not very well fancy. I have heard of stewed cat, fricasseed grub, rat hash, dog pie, and salted earth-worms, as delicacies with the Chinese. Sharks' fins and birds' nest soups are favourite dishes with them. But the good natured taou-tai at Ning-po provided his friends with what he thought would better suit their English taste, and small slices of ham, beef, duck, and fowl were served on the table, in addition to the usual Chinese dainties. The taou-tai continually watched his guests, and as soon as they had finished eating what was before them, he took the chop sticks which he was himself using, and filled their saucers again.

An animated conversation went on during dinner. The taou-tai asked Mr. Smith his name. He could not bring his Chinese tongue to pronounce the word Smith but called it Sze-mei. As to George Smith, this quite baffled him. He could not get nearer to the sound of George, than Jih-ah-le-jih. At last, in despair of mastering the outlandish sounds, he gave up trying, and throwing himself