little chamber, offered up one of those petitions which are the genuine effusions of the soul, in behalf of those who were in sorrow and in tears. Her mistress, who happened to pass the room, on hearing this supplicating voice, stopped, and drawing near to the door, was deeply affected at hearing the prayer which was being offered up for herself and her husband. She related to him what had occurred; and the next morning both of them stationed themselves as listeners at the door of their little maid's room, who, being accustomed to pray aloud, commenced the same petitions as those of the preceding evening. Both went away deeply and seriously impressed, and with the desire of again hearing similar prayers. This desire led them, on different evenings, to the same place; and when their little maid expressed herself thus, "Thou hast said, Lord," followed by a passage; "Thou hast promised, O God," again followed by another passage; these declarations of Scripture were the portions of the prayer which seemed to do them the most good; and they felt an ardent wish to become more intimately acquainted with them. This led them to inquire of the young girl who it was that had taught her the things which she mentioned in her prayer. "Who ?" replied she; "the New Testament which you caused Father C (the Jesuit) to take away from me."

From that moment the employers and their little servant had frequent conversations respecting the New Testament. The former evinced an increasing pleasure in listening to the recital of passages by the latter, by means of which God wrought a work of grace in their afflicted souls.

Matters were progressing thus, when one day some person rang the door-bell, and, on the young servant going to answer it, whom does she behold?a dealer of the same description as the one who had supplied her with her New Testament. On seeing

him, she uttered an exclamation of joy, so loud that her master ran to the spot, and, on being informed of the state of matters, he asked the colporteur to step into his room, and, his wife having been called in also, a lengthened conversation ensued, which ended in the purchase of a Bible for the use of the master and mistress, and of a New Testament in 32mo., which they presented to the little girl.

I will only add, that at the present time the master and mistress, and the little servant maid, are true and zealous disciples of the Bible, who have gathered around them several individuals, of some of whom it may be said that they are very near to the kingdom of heaven; a matter which deeply afflicts the Jesuit. "It would be shameful," he long continued to say to his former flock, "for your little servant to gain the victory; for ignorance to show itself more powerful than science; for darkness to prevail over light." "No-no!" was the reply; "this little girl is but a feeble instrument. What has wrought a change in us, and what has enlightened us, is the word of Godthe candle which you place under a bushel: against this you can accomplish nothing."

THE CRESCENT HELPING THE CROSS.

Besides the increasing demand for the Scriptures amongst the Turks, the following few facts may not be thought uninteresting :-On one occasion, some Turks calling at our dépôt for Ingils (Testaments), not only paid readily the price asked for them, but observed that those books were invaluable, and deserved a Bakshis besides their cost. Another time, on the Rev. Mr. Spencer's (one of the Scripture readers) presenting Testaments to two Turks, when they saw what books they were, they kissed them, and placed them in their bosom, thanking Mr. Spencer over and over again for them. One day, when a Turk bought a Bible from our dépôt, he observed, "This book be

longs to us, for we took possession of it when we took Constantinople; we then cared nothing for it, and the English have since printed it." This, I suppose, he intended as an excuse for purchasing a Bible in the presence of Christians. A Turk who is persuaded of the truth of the Gospel, but dares not avow it publicly, expressed a wish to open a shop to sell the Scriptures, and other Turkish religious publications, in a quarter of Constantinople entirely inhabited by Turks, and applied to the American missionaries to furnish him with books for that purpose. The American brethren have taken into consideration the courageous proposal of this Turk, and will, no doubt, give him a helping hand to put his project into execution, provided they can feel confident that no serious harm will befall him. It is a remarkable fact, that years ago our Society possessed only a small obscure dépôt in Galata, which was opened only twice a week, and where the Turks never put their foot in, and the Christians entered it rarely, and by stealth. Now, besides the great dépôt, which is kept open all day long in a most frequented street at Constantinople, leading to the principal bazaars, the Society's books are exposed for sale in the grand street of Pera, at the Scripture-Readers' Depository and Readingroom at Galata, at the London Jews' Society's stores at Constantinople, and last, not least, they are hawked about the streets of this vast capital by colporteurs, and may be met with on the great floating-bridge, and other parts of the city, taken there by vendors of books.

This, indeed, is a sign of the times, and all praise is due to God, who has brought about such wonderful changes.

Italy, Spain, Portugal, &c., may truly blush to see the inveterate enemies of the cross countenancing the circulation of the Scriptures, whilst they, who profess to be the champions of that cross, studiously and

energetically shut up all avenues against the promulgation of the words of our blessed Saviour, the precious Founder of our redeeming faith. But theirs, alas! is a wooden cross, without life or spirit to kindle in their bosoms a sacred flame of pure vital Christianity.

When Joy has hush'd his gladsome strains,
And Hope but dimly cheers;

Then PATIENCE, with her quiet face,

And quiet step, appears.

How calm and self-possess'd the air

With which she draweth nigh!
She moves serenely as the stars
That gem the evening sky,
And childlike trust and confidence
Gleam in her tranquil eye.

She soothes our fever'd restlessness
In low and measured tone,

And bids us rest till daylight's dawn

Night's mysteries shall have shown;
And stays the hand that fain would pluck
The flower not yet half blown.

With thoughtful aim she casts her seed

Into the cultured soil,

Nor asks to reap and gather in

At once the golden spoil;

But meekly waits for harvest-time
To recompense her toil.

IMMEDIATELY after admission at the Wicket Gate, application is made at the door of the Interpreter's house-or, laying aside the language of allegory, the moment the sinner is

admitted into "the way, the truth, and the life," the Holy Spirit takes the soul

fellowship with the Saviour, who is