their return a cargo of pigs, cocoa nuts, and cats, of which last Makea obtained a good many, for as I have told you, the rats were very troublesome in Rarotonga: they eat the leather off Mr. Williams' bellows you know; they eat also a pair of shoes belonging to an English lady: they were always running about all day, as well as all night, and were so very audacious, that when the missionaries were having their meals, they were obliged to employ two or three persons to keep them away. Once before, a cat was taken to Rarotonga, but frightened at the sight of so many strange looking people, poor puss escaped from her mistress, and took refuge in an idol's temple. Now the Rarotongans had never seen a cat, so when one of the natives entered the temple, and puss greeted him, with a loud mew, he fled back in terror, shouting that there was in the temple, a "monster from the deep." Upon this a party of some hundreds assembled, who put on their war caps, daubed themselves with charcoal, and brought their spears, clubs, and slings, to do battle with puss. Puss, by her agility, escaped that time, but it was not long before being again found, she fell a victim to their terror, and was beaten to death. The Rarotongans, however,

were grown wiser since this, and Makea was delighted with his present of cats. On their voyage back to Rarotonga, the wind was unfavourable, and Makea was seized with an alarm, that they would never be able to find the island again. When the storm howled, and the waves struck against the ship, the chief came in terror to the missionary, to know whether it would be broke to pieces. Being assured there was no danger, he was pacified; but not sufficiently to suffer the missionary to be out of his sight for one moment. Every time during the night that he went on deck, he was followed by the anxious chief. As day after day passed without their reaching his beloved isle, he expressed again his fears, that they had lost it, and were sailing into "the wide gaping space." At last, on the third evening, the missionary begged him to go to sleep, till the moon rose, when Rarotonga would be in sight. "Can I sleep, friend?" said the melancholy chief; so he remained on deck until the moon rose, when, to his surprise and joy, his beautiful island appeared to his eyes!

Soon after Mr. Williams' arrival, he received letters from the natives at his own settlement, begging him to return. "Your premises," said

they, "are overgrown with weeds; your large boat is being eaten by the worms, and your cattle are running wild, for the people you left in charge of them are neglectful." The Rarotongans were very, very sorry to part with Mr. Williams and his family; not only had they dwelt among them as the people of God, instructing and comforting them in the truths of the Gospel, and the knowledge of Christ, but they had also attended to their bodily wants, and strove to render them in every respect better, wiser, and happier. In return the Rarotongans loved them with grateful affection. For more than a month previous to their departure, groups would assemble in the cool of the evening, and sitting under the shade of their golden bananas, would sing in a soft voice, verses expressive of their sorrow in losing their friends. On the evening of their departure, thousands assembled on the beach, and as the "Messenger of Peace" unfurled her sails, and slowly receded from the shore, they sang with one voice, one of their own sweet songs,

Ria ora e Tama ma

I te aerenga i te moana e

which means in English, "Blessing on you beloved friends, blessing on you in journeying on

the deep!" the sounds became fainter and fainter, till they were lost in the distance, and the beautiful Rarotonga once more disappeared from their eyes.

"Go and do thou likewise " little child!

"What!" say you, 66 'can I find out a heathenish land, and send people to teach them the gospel? can I show the savages how to build houses and ships, and to make furniture, to work at the forge and the sugar mill, or the women to sew, make bonnets, cut out clothes, and dress like civilized people." No, you can do none of these things, it is true, but if you are a child of God, you can watch your opportunity of doing many little kind offices to others; it is not in great services that the spirit of Christianity consists; happy is the missionary, who among the distant heathen, can prove his love to Christ, by the benefits, temporal as well as spiritual, which he labours to be the instrument of conferring on his fellow creatures and happy is the little child who in her own quiet and comfortable home, endeavours to show her love to her Saviour, by loving, and helping, and caring for every one, according to His most blessed commandment.

THE JEWS AT SHIRAZ.

THE prophetical words of Moses to the people of Israel, when he was about to part from them, on the borders of the promised land, contain an outline of their history, to the present day. He told them of those troubles which they would have to endure if they disobeyed, and which they are enduring, even to the present time. Amongst other things, he told them that they should be driven away from the beautiful land of which they were just going to take possession, and be scattered among all the nations of the earth. "Thou shalt be removed into all the kingdoms of the earth;" again, “the Lord shall bring thee and thy king which thou shalt set over thee, unto a nation which neither thou nor thy fathers have known:" not only so, but, in addition to this, their prophet further tells them, that even then they shall have no peace. "Among these nations shalt thou find no ease, neither shall the sole of thy foot have rest; but the Lord shall give thee here a trembling heart, and failing of eyes, and