Jesus Christ whom He has sent. God blessed the humble efforts of the Christian mother and her little daughter, and the woman has since been baptized in the name of Jesus. She now has another child—oh that it may be spared to her!

"On coming away the woman offered to give the little girl the charm: 'It is of no use to me, will you take it?' The little girl said, 'Yes, I will take it to my lady, and tell her about you-she will pity you, I On her return to school she brought it to me, and her mother told me the circumstance as I have related it.

am sure.

"Oh! let me ask Christian mothers not to forget to pray for those who sorrow without hope. Among the two hundred and fifty who were baptized during the past year by my dear husband, there are many mothers and some children for whom we feel much concern. For the mothers we can do little, but if our funds would allow us we wish to take two girls and two boys from each village, and instruct them for two or three years in our boarding-school: then we hope they may go back to their homes and take with them knowledge which shall prove useful for time and eternity. At present our funds will not allow of this; but if any lady is disposed to support a girl or boy for five years, we could immediately send for them, and they would be very glad to come.'

[If any of our readers are disposed to encourage Mrs. Porter in her zealous efforts, by contributing towards the support of a girl or boy, let them send their subscriptions to us, and we will gladly forward them to the Secretary of the "Female Education Society," for Mrs. Porter's School.-ED.]

EVENINGS WITH THE EDITOR.

EVENING THE TWENTY-SEVENTH.

Editor. Here is a book in your way, Augustus.
Augustus. I am glad to hear it. Its name, please.

Ed. HUMAN ELECTRICITY,* showing the means of its development, and illustrated by experiments. It begins by explaining what is meant by animal electricity, proves the human body to be electrical, tells you something about magnetism and electro-magnetism, describes the muscular and nervous electrical currents, and asks the important question, Are health and disease affected by electricity?

Aug. I should like to read it. Is it very scientific?

Ed. The author says, that "that which has been too long concealed under the technicalities of scientific phraseology, he has here attempted to put into popular, and he hopes it may prove intelligible, language.'

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Aug. Come, Emmeline, there's a chance for you. You I will be able to understand this treatise.

Emmeline. Thank you.

Ed. The most interesting and original chapter is that on magnetoid currents. It contains an account of the author's own experiments, and of his mechanical inventions for ascertaining the presence and laws of these currents. Our readers will peruse this account with interest, notwithstanding the onslaught upon the author made by the "Quarterly Review;" and they will agree that the "Brighton Magnetometer neither a mere toy nor an amiable delusion.

Emm. I should like to know more about this.

is

Aug. Here is the book. Would our readers like some extracts, Mr. Editor?

Ed. Probably they would, but, as the author has promised to write some articles for us on the subject, they must be content to wait.

Aug. Russia for ever!—at least, so far as authors are concerned.

Ed. They really are becoming a mere business set of people, studying the wants of the literary market rather than seeking a niche in the temple of fame. What is this new

offering at the shrine of an all-absorbing idea?
Aug. RUSSIA and her Czars,† by Miss Brabazon.
Ed. Who is she?

* London Parker & Son.

† London: Theobald.

Aug. Authoress of several works which have met with public acceptance. The present work will sustain Miss Brabazon's reputation as a careful and laborious writer. She has prefixed a long catalogue of valuable works on Russia and its history, whence her materials have been extracted; and in a closely printed volume has arranged these materials in a very methodical and well-digested manner. She gives an anecdote of Nicholas, which I should like to read to you, as it is pleasant to find that he has some redeeming qualities of character. The story runs thus :—

'Passing, on a winter's evening, by one of the guardhouses in St. Petersburg, he had the curiosity to see what was going on in the interior. The officer on duty was seated near a table, tranquilly sleeping, but with helmet on, sword at his side, and accoutrements irreproachable. The Emperor made a sign to the sentinel to let him enter, and, approaching the table, he perceived on it a paper, on which the following memorandum was written :—

State of my expenses, and of my receipts.

Who will pay this sum?' This question terminated the account, and the officer, unable to find any answer, had fallen asleep with the pen in his hand. The Emperor approached him, and having recognized one of the best conducted among his guards, took the pen gently and wrote beneath the appalling question the significant name of NICHOLAS.' He then quietly withdrew, without awakening the officer, or having been seen by any other of the soldiers on guard. The surprise of the guardsman may be imagined, who, on awaking, found the Emperor's signature on the paper before him, and learned the mysterious visit with which he had been favoured. The next morning, to his further surprise and delight, he was presented by an orderly with a letter from Nicholas, in which he was admonished to choose for the future better time and place

to sleep, but to continue as in the past to serve his Emperor, and to take care of his mother."

Mrs. M. Let me call your attention to BIBLE TEACHING, OR, REMARKS ON THE BOOKS OF GENESIS, EXODUS, AND LEVITICUS.*

Ed. What is its character?

Mrs. M. The book was written by three Misses Bird, of Taplow, and originated in the want which was felt by these Christian women, of some practical help for the homely villagers in Berkshire, among whom they were accustomed to visit. It was commenced and carried on to a considerable extent by the eldest sister—a lady possessing such energy and wisdom-capable of originating and carrying forward her varied schemes of usefulness-that one gratefully seizes the opportunity of glorifying God by recording her character and glancing at her abundant labours. After effecting much good at Taplow, she removed to her brother's home, at Goruckpore, where, and afterwards in Calcutta itself, her energies found an appropriate sphere. The path she marked out for herself, was to visit in their homes the numerous females descended from Christian parents, with whom Calcutta abounds, who speak Hindoostanee, but are totally unable to benefit by instruction in English, or to read any language at all. She devoted an evening in every week to the instruction of these Hindoostanee females at her own residence. At the time of her death, there were fifty of these poor creatures receiving instruction in the way of life eternal. Besides this labour of love, she devoted considerable time to religious instruction in various ladies' schools in Calcutta ; established a Bible-class of thirty young persons; and assisted to found the Sundayschool at the Free-school church. She also, once a week," instructed a class of native boys in geography. During this time her labours in English and Hindoostanee composition did not cease; she wrote and translated several important works. The governors of the free-school affirmed that " so disinterested, so zealous, so indefatigable, so desirous of doing good, is seldom found."

Ed. Very interesting.

Emm. But what sort of book is "Bible Teaching "?

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Mrs. M. An excellent work for the great mass of Christ's people, who will find such a work as this their most suitable guide in reading the Word of God. It seizes the meaning of the text, unfolds it in plain and familiar language, and then applies it in a forcible and graphic manner to the incidents of daily life.

* London: J. F. Shaw.

Ed. I am glad to hear you speak so highly of it.

Mrs. M. I have only to add that this excellent work was left unfinished by the honoured labourer in the field of Indian missions, was completed by two other sisters, now with her resting from earthly labours, and is again presented to the Church of Christ by their yet surviving sister, the widow of the much loved minister of John-street Chapel, the late Rev. J. H. Evans.

Emm. I was pained to read, not long ago, an account of some ammunition works at Northfleet, where women and children are daily employed in preparing cartridges for the war. I think the account stated that five-and-thirty millions of these cartridges were to be supplied to the Turkish government, and that for these, six thousand reams of paper, and fifty sacks of flour for paste, would be needed, besides the powder and lead to fill the cases!

Aug. A poet in the "Herald of Peace," has put a "War Lyric" into the mouths of these women and children. Suppose I read it :

CHORUS OF FEMALE CARTRIDGE-MAKERS.

FIRST VOICE.

IN the war I have a father,
There are six of us at home,
And we tremble at the tidings

From the battle-fields that come;
Tremble for our sickly mother,

And for that dear father's life,
As we think upon the issue

Of this fierce and deadly strife.
CHORUS.

Work on, sisters, lightly, lightly,
Nimbly let our fingers move;
Fold them close, and roll them tightly,
That they may effective prove;
"Every bullet has its billet,"

So, you know, the proverb saith;
In the case so neatly fashioned
Drop the messenger of death.
SECOND VOICE.

In the war I have a brother:
Never one more kind and fond,
And my heart was nearly broken,
When he went the seas beyond:
Father's dead, and mother's helpless,
He's a widow's only son;

Woe the day when he enlisted,
By the specious sergeant won.
CHORUS.-Work on, &c.
THIRD VOICE.

In the war I have a lover,

We were to have married been,

But there came this cloud of sorrow,
Us and happiness between;

Scarcely can I hope to see him

Ever from the war return,

And the tears that wet my pillow
Seem into my brain to burn.
CHORUS.-Work on, &c.
FOURTH VOICE.

In the war I had a husband;
Now the widow's weeds I wear;
Fatherless my babes-I only

Must the heavy burthen bear:
Oh! the world looks bleak-and bitter
Is the blast that chills my frame;
Hopeless, joyless, on I labour;
All things are to me the same.
CHORUS.-Work on, &c.
FIFTH VOICE.

I am but a Sunday scholar,
Friends or relatives have none
In this war so fierce and bloody,
And I read of battles won;
Read of thousands maim'd and
slaughter'd,

With a shudder and a thrill,

As I think of God's commandment-
"Love your foes!" "Thou shalt not
kill!"

CHORUS.-Work on, &c.
SIXTH VOICE.

Nonsense! what's the use of thinking,
When the mischief must be done;
Cartridges we make by millions,
May they kill a foe, each one!
Russian lovers, husbands, fathers,
Sons-whatever they may be !
Mow them down by tens of thousands,
Then praise God for victory!

CHORUS.-Work on, &c.