Christian, not for a wicked, but for a good purpose,—to hear the word of life, than you at once reproach him, and hate him, and will not associate with him, but regard him as an outcast. And yet he is a better man than he was before. Caste only fills one class among you with pride and insolence, and degrades another lower than the beasts of the jungle.

Objection. If Christianity be the only true religion, all our forefathers must have perished.

Answer.-Christianity is neither true nor false, from what may have become of your forefathers. They are gone; their state is for ever fixed. They are not lost because they did not believe a religion of which they never heard, but for some other reason, if they are lost. You are living. The Christian religion is preached among you. Examine its

claims. If it is no better than your own, reject it. If it appears to you unworthy of its divine Author, and of no use to men, have nothing to do with it. Embrace or reject it on its own merits, and not by what may have become of your forefathers.

Objection. If Christianity were the only true religion, it would not have been so long before we heard of it.

Answer. At any rate then, yours is not the true religion, for nothing is known of it in many parts of the world to this day. You have no wish to make it known to others. And you could not hope to succeed if you were to attempt to preach Hindooism in other Countries.

Objection. If we receive Christianity, which so positively forbids lying, we must give up business, for unless we tell lies we cannot sell our goods,

Answer. This objection is to the honour of the Bible; and to the disgrace of yourselves and the religion which you profess. I once heard a shopkeeper say, that, "if telling lies

would send him to hell, he should certainly go there, for he could not and would not refrain from telling lies in his business transactions." Now the liar never can expect the blessing of the God of truth to attend him in his business. And it is this blessing alone which brings real success. Lying, besides being wicked, is the worst policy you can adopt. You may tell your customer the article he wishes to purchase cost a great deal more than he knows it cost. He does not believe you. He cannot tell how much it really did cost, but he knows you lie; and therefore tries to run down the price, below perhaps what you gave for it. Would it not be better at once to state your price. To ask no more than you intend to sell for, and take no less. Be assured that by lying you gain nothing in this life, and God will certainly punish you for lying in the next.

WHAT THE STEAM ENGINE DOES.

Ir propels, it rows, it sculls, it screws, it warps, it tows, it elevates, it lowers, it lifts, it pumps, it drains, it irrigates, it draws, it pulls, it drives, it pushes, it carries, it brings, it scatters, it splits, it collects, it condenses, it extracts, it breaks, it confines, it opens, it shuts, it digs, it shovels, it excavates, it ploughs, it thrashes, it separates, it winnows, it washes, it grinds, it crushes, it sifts, it bolts, it mixes, it kneads, it moulds, it stamps, it punches, it beats, it presses, it picks, it hews. it cuts, it slits, it shaves, it saws, it planes, it turns, it bores, it mortices, it drills, it heads, it blows, it forges, it rolls, it hammers, it rasps, it files, it polishes, it rivets, it sweeps, it brushes, it scutches, it cards, it spins, it winds, it twists, it throws, it weaves, it shears, it coins, it prints.

I HAVE A FATHER UP IN HEAVEN.

I asked a little orphan girl,—
What makes thy heart so light?
Thy merry laugh and cheerful song
Are heard from morn till night.

Thy parents in the churchyard lie,
Thy brothers, sisters too;
O, tell me, little maid, O why
Art thou so happy now?

She raised her mild blue eye to mine
With calmness God had given;
And said, O yes, I'll tell you why,-
My Father's up in heaven.

He has preserved me while I've lived,
And guarded me from ill;

Though of loved friends I've been bereft,
My father liveth still.

O may the same rich blessing full,
And hope, to us be given;

In life, in death, we too may say,
Our Father lives in heaven.

SIMPLICITY.- "How admirable," says Racine, "is the simplicity of the Evangelists. They never speak injuriously of the enemies of Jesus Christ, of his judges, nor of his executioners. They report the facts without a single reflection. They comment neither on their Master's mildness when he was smitten, nor on his constancy in the hour of his ignominious death, which they thus describe: And they cruci

fied Jesus.'

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PILGRIM slept soundly through the night; but with early morning came back the recollection of the perils to which he had been exposed the previous day. All was now serene and bright without. The storm had passed quite away. The sun shone; the birds sang their gladsome notes, and never had pilgrim seen so pleasing a contrast, as the sight on which he now looked presented, to the one which terrified him so fearfully a few hours before.

The master of the house now entered, and greeting him most cheerfully, took Pilgrim by the hand, and led him to see the wonderful sights in the neighbourhood. One of the most beautiful was a stately palace; at the sight of which Pilgrim was very much delighted. In approaching the door

of the palace, he saw a great company of men as if they desired to go in but were afraid. At a little distance from the door sat a man at a table, with a book and an ink-horn before him, to take the names of those who should enter therein. There were also in, and near the door-way, many men in armour to keep it; being resolved to do to the men that would enter what hurt and mischief they could. At sight of this Pilgrim was much amazed. At last, when every man started back for fear of the armed men, Pilgrim saw a man of a very stout countenance come up to the man who sat there to write, and said to him, "Set my name down, sir;" this being done, the man drew his sword, put on his helmet, and rushed towards the door upon the armed men, who beat him fearfully; but not discouraged, he fell to cutting and hacking them most fiercely. After he had received and given many wounds, he cut his way through them all, and pressed forward into the palace; at which there were pleasant voices heard from those within, saying,

"Come in, come in,

Eternal glory thou shalt win!"

So he went in, and was clothed with beautiful garments. Pilgrim smiled at this, and said, "I will have my name set down too. I will enter into the splendid palace." He scarcely now felt the weight of his burden, and not a word was said to his kind friend about removing it. Pilgrim, however, was gently checked in his eagerness to start again, by his friend saying, "I want to show you a little more, and after that you shall go on your way.' He was now led into a very dark room, where there sat a man in an iron cage. The man looked very sad; he sat with his eyes look