this purpose, he sought them out, in remote and dangerous places; particularly in the east, where the Jews are very much oppressed, and treated with great cruelty. Mr. Wolff himself, often met with persecution, and even with ill-treatment. Once he was seized, and bastinadoed two hundred times, and then carried away on a mule. In consequence of this usage, he was very ill, for some weeks. As soon as he was sufficiently recovered, they brought him before the divan, and he was asked, "Who are you?" he replied, "I am Joseph Wolff, a Jew, who believes in Jesus, and I go about to teach this book, (the Bible) I carry, and to preach His name." He was then asked, "Is that all you wish to do?" "That is all," was his reply. So they let him go, and when he was free, he distributed about forty Bibles, where one had never before been seen.

We look for the time to come, when all the Jews shall become Christians, and God has promised, that when they will obey His voice, He will have compassion upon them, and gather them from all the countries whither they have been driven, and "rejoice over them for good, as He rejoiced over their fathers," Deut. xxx. 9,

SKENANDO, THE WHITE MAN'S

FRIEND.

THE northern part of America, was once covered with vast forests; not such forests as we have in England, where pleasant green paths wind through the copse, and the beautiful speckled fox-glove below, and the red berries of the mountain ash above, peep through the bright green leaveswhere children are sure to find the first primroses and blue-bells, when the cold winter is gone, and to fill their baskets the soonest, on a merry nutting party. An American forest is a very different place from this; it more resembles an immense sea of trees, which covered, at the time I am speaking of, nearly the whole country. There were no roads or tracks, or paths through it—it was one immense gloomy solitude. The mighty trees-some more than a hundred feet in height, stood each by itself; and when you looked through them into the distance, it seemed like an opening of a black and dismal cavern. The people who lived there, were called Indians:

they were a fierce and warlike race, and far superior to any other savages whom we ever heard of. Though they are heathen, they worship only one God, whom they call the "Great Spirit;" but like all other heathen, they are cruel and ferocious, and have very little idea of what is really good. Many hundred years ago, some English people, who were persecuted in their own country, thought, as there were a great number of them, that they should like to go and build themselves a village or town, in America, where they might live in peace. Accordingly, they went, and though they suffered great hardships, of which numbers died, yet the remainder kept possession of their new colony, and prospered. Seeing this, more English people came out to them, and their numbers increased so rapidly, that they began to build other towns, and form other settlements. The Indians at first, offered them no interruption, but when they saw them cutting down their forests, and clearing away their woods, and taking possession of such a quantity of land, they began to get frightened, and to think they intended to take away their country altogether. Now, the Indians said, that those woods were theirs, that their Father, the

Great Spirit had given them to his "red children," meaning themselves, for their skin is red, and that the pale faces, that is the English, should not live there. But this resolution was made too late, for the "pale faces" had got possession. The dwellings of the white people, were not all in one place, or the Indians could not have ventured to attack them: they were scattered about a few families, perhaps, would agree together, and travel hundreds of miles through the pathless forest, directing their way, I suppose by the stars, as people do when they sail across the ocean: when they came to a place they thought they should like, they stopped there, unpacked the goods they had brought with them, and built themselves log houses, cutting down the trees all round, and leaving an open space, which they called a "clearing :" thus they were alone in the desert, surrounded on all sides by a black and gloomy forest, where lived their fierce enemies, who were watching for opportunities to destroy them. The Indians were extremely cunning and artful; they crept about unseen, and unknown, among the dark shades of the forest, and when the English people thought them thousands of miles away, they were sud

denly startled, perhaps in the middle of the night, by a terrific scream, called the war-whoop, which was the signal that the heathen were about to rush upon them: then they poured by hundreds, into the clearing, burning down the houses, and murdering the people; the children they sometimes carried away, and brought them up, to be heathens and savages like themselves. There are many interesting stories told of those times, and of the patience and courage, with which, the English preserved their little dwellings from the savages. There was once a man of the name of Dustan, who lived with a few other people in the wilderness; a large and populous town with streets and roads, and fine houses, now stands in that place; but at the time, I am speaking of, it was a desolate spot where a few solitary families lived, surrounded by the black and gloomy forest which I have before described to you. Dustan was absent from home at his usual occupations, when he heard the alarm given that the Indians had attacked the settlement; he immediately flew to his house which the Indians had not yet attacked; he had seven children, and not knowing in what other way to provide for their safety, he ordered them, to run away in an opposite direction to