ward there never would be heard complaints of the driving of the native inhabitants from one river to another, of usurping and seizing their cattle, and of appropriating their territory. He could not sufficiently impress upon the meeting the beneficial consequences of the visit of the persons, now before them, to Europe. They had given information as to the state of their country, and imparted a tone to the public feeling as to the wrongs of the native inhabitants in our colonies, that would never be obliterated." In the autumn of 1836, it became evident that the health of Stoffles would not allow of his continuance in England, and he embarked for his native country, in company with the Rev. James Read, jun., on the 7th of November. The voyage was beneficial; but he suffered a relapse while at Cape Town, and died on the 18th of March, at Green Point, on his way to the Kat River: his end was peace. Tzatzoe is now on his way back. The Caffre nation has received, so far as the seizure of territory was concerned, all the justice and restitution that the British government could award; the country so unjustly taken from them has been restored, and the most friendly relations entered into with the rulers and people. Anxious to benefit his countrymen, Tzatzoe has taken back, not, as has been too often the case, arms and ammunition, but tools and implements of husbandry, the axe and the spade, the pruning-hook and the plough, with books, and all the apparatus for schools. He will be welcomed with the most cordial affection by the chiefs and people of his nation, who are in a state of most intense anxiety about his return; and he will be followed by the prayers and benedictions of all good men, who will feel a deeper interest than ever in all that tends to the civilization of Africa, and the accomplishment of the promise which declares, that "Ethiopia shall stretch forth her hands unto God." "THIS IS NOT YOUR REST." Is there not rest within our cottage dwelling? Is there not rest for one, whose best affection In strife and turmoil lies the world around: How beautifully bright the sunbeam glancing Casts rosy radiance through the apple-bloom; Wakening each floweret to more rich perfume! All is at rest-save one dear tone of gladness, D Yet even here a breath may blight the roses : May change, and pass as if it ne'er had been! "Here all thy best beloved may fade before thee; "Here sin and death may sully all thy bliss; "Here bright hours fleet, which time may ne'er restore thee: "Look up-there is a surer rest than this, "Only here live, on heavenly love relying, "And there thine earthly love shall live undying." A. X. P. |