me for some clothing. I happened to have a warm suit, and some flannel-shirts. The poor little fellow was so grateful for them. When he was dressed, I had a little talk with him. "Tell me, Bernard," I said, "would you be very sorry if you were told you would die?" His face brightened into a smile, and he said, quite cheerfully, "Oh, ma'am, I'd be so glad, I should go to be with the Saviour." He said he felt quite sure his sins were forgiven. After this he went to the Adelaide Hospital. I saw him frequently; he was gradually fading away, but his faith grew brighter and brighter, until he was taken to be with the Saviour he loved so much.

Dear boys, don't you think the Boys' Home is WORTH helping? The more you know of it, the more you will feel that it is; and when we think of the value of one soul, should we not make every effort that the wanderers in our streets

should be brought in and told of the love of Jesus, who came to seek and to save the lost?

"And if the Good Shepherd has gathered thee in,

Then pity the children of sorrow and sin; Let the near and the far be glad for thee, And let all who thy lowly service see, Inscribed on it, read in the light of heaven, Freely received and freely given."

LONDON: WILLIAM MACINTOSH,
24, Paternoster-row, E.C.

SEPTEMBER 1, 1869.

WORK WHILE IT IS DAY.

Not quite twelve months ago I wrote one number of "Erin's Hope," all about a place called Renvyle, in Connemara. I told of the work of a dear young servant of God in that place; and I asked for help for him in clothing for his schools, and especially in prayer, that he might have courage to face all the persecutions, and to preach Christ crucified to the poor ignorant people. In answer to the prayers which I am sure many offered up for him, a great blessing rested on his work, and he was kept in health and strength, and he laboured night and day for the poor

people. About Christmas time a higher post was vacant, the curacy of Clifden-I mean really higher, not in the world's counts, but higher as offering a more extended sphere of usefulness, and opportunities for the exercise of the many talents with which the heavenly Master had endowed him.

After much thought and prayer the change was made; a course of wonderful usefulness was opened up to him. He entered upon it as a young soldier enters the fight, buckling on his well-proved armour, but with a heart simply trusting in his heavenly Master, willing to follow in His footsteps, and ready to take up the daily work of His appointing.

Just ten weeks ago, and now he is gone to the New Jerusalem-his short life ended, his bright course.

run. Sudden was the call, but it found him waiting, watching. He

had gone on a missionary tour, preaching night after night at each station as he came to it. At the last but one he was suffering from illness, and friends wished him to rest a while and then return to Clifden. But that last station had often been dropped out of other missionary tours, it was the end of the journey, another ten miles, and for this reason, as well as a desire to do all his work, he was anxious to push on, and after a night's sleep, seeing the sun shining, his little pony was called out, and he went on. On arriving he went into the church and preached a most earnest, impressive sermon, full of Christ, and an earnest desire for the salvation of souls. From that church he was carried into the missionary's