three hundred have been sent in to the Depository. The present list is between sixty three and sixty five hundred.

INTERESTING PROVIDENCE.

The Rev. O. M. Johnson, who has been appointed Seamen's Chaplain at Rio Janeiro, South America, has recently requested a set of the publications of the Mass. Sabbath School Society, for the benefit of the seamen and such other persons at that port, as he may persuade to read them. The books were immediately ordered, and a line was written to the superintendent of the Tabernacle Sabbath school, Salem, inviting his school to raise $20, the sum necessary to purchase them, and promising, in case they should comply with the invitation, that Mr. J. should correspond with them.

We have received a letter from the superintendent, signifying a compliance with the invitation. In this letter he says, 'A particular providence seems to have sent the appeal to the right place. Sabbath before last, a lovely little girl of 10 or 11 years of age, left our school. My heart was unusually sad as I took the dear child by the band and said a word or two on the importance of now loving the Savior, and then bade her, perhaps, a last farewell. You wonder why I was so particularly sad in this case. Let me tell you, she was going, and now has gone, to live in a place where no Sabbath school exists; where all is darkness and sin. Let me tell you she was going and is now on her way to RIO JANEIRO !! I wanted to do something for this lovely child, and now Providence has pointed out the way.'

How much we should see to admire, were we to habituate ourselves to notice the hand of our Heavenly Father, in all the events and even the minute occurrences of Life!

TOKENS FOR GOOD.

THE smallest indications that the Holy Spirit, so long grieved away, is about to revisit any of our Sabbath schools, are truly refreshing. Such indications, though yet faint, are beginning to appear. We have visited several places where an unusual

spirit of prayer and solicitude for the young, prevails among the teachers, and more or less solemnity among the scholars.-A correspondent in the western part of the State, under date of Aug. 25th writes, 'Our Sabbath school is very prosperous, and we think God is blessing us with the influence of his Spirit. -A friend in Maine, under about the same date, says, 'For some weeks past, there has been a gradual increasing attention to religion. Of my class seven are now hopeful subjects of grace, and two or three more are serious inquirers. In another class,

I believe, two, in another one, and one teacher are indulging hope. The church appears to be much revived, and we hope, tremblingly, for great things.'

Will not all the friends of Sabbath schools, unitedly, gird up the loins of their minds, and watch and pray and labor with new diligence and a stronger faith, that the Lord may revive us again, and that another Jubilee, like that of '31 and 2, may again be enjoyed in all our schools and through the land.

THE VISITER'S MISCELLANEOUS QUESTIONS TO SABBATH SCHOLARS.-No. XVIII.

Have you noticed that God is called by many different names in the Bible -What is one ?-Another ?

Is this variety of names, an advantage or disadvantage, do you think? Do the same thoughts come on hearing one name as on hearing another; or does each name give particular thoughts?

What thoughts do you have when God is called-
Which name seems most pleasant?

Is JESUS called by many different names?

them.

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Can you mention any of

I will write them down as you mention them, and then we will talk about each one. Would you like this? Those who would, hold up your

hands.

AN IMPRESSIVE THOUGHT.

I CAN do nothing without a million of witnesses. My conscience is as a thousand witnesses; and God is a thousand consciences.

I will therefore, so deal with men, as knowing that God sees me; and so with God, as if the world saw me; so with myself and both of them, as knowing that my conscience sees me; and so with them all, as knowing that I am always inspected by my accuser and my Judge.-BISHOP HALL,

A PICTURE FOR THE YOUNG.

[SEE CHILD'S PILGRIM'S PROGRESS PAGE 119.

This anxious sinner is here represented at the house of the Interpreter, from whom he is receiving very important instruction respecting the Scriptures and the object of his pilgrimage. An Interpreter is one who explains to us what we do not understand. In the picture, the interpreter is an emblem of the teaching of the Holy Spirit.' No anxious, burdened sinner (and certainly no careless sinner) will ever find the Savior and have his burdens removed, without the instruction and guidance of the Holy Spirit. How earnestly, then, dear youth, should you pray for this instruction and guidance! If the spirit is striving with any of you, O how should you tremble lest you grieve away this heavenly guide, and you be left to wander in darkness till you stumble on the mountains of death!

The lesson which the interpreter is now teaching, is, the folly of those who seek to possess the unsatisfying, fleeting pleasures of this world, regardless of the future; and the wisdom of those who fix their hopes on Christ, and patiently wait for those good things which will fill the soul and never fade away. The two children, in the picture, illustrate this lesson, just as the picture on the cover of the Visiter illustrates that tender invitation of our Savior, 'Suffer little children to come unto me!' The right hand boy is called Passion. See how angry, discontented and unhappy he

looks, because he has been requested to wait, a short time, for his best things. The other boy is called Patience. See how cheerfully he complies with the wishes of his teacher and waits contentedly for his good things, till the proper time shall come, when he can enjoy them with a full heart. Even while waiting, this youth felt more real peace and happiness in complying with the desire of his kind friend, than his companion did when a bag of treasure was poured out at his feet; for Passion had so long indulged in impatience and anger, that, when he received his treasure, he could not enjoy it. He was filled with unholy pride, and insolence, and he laughed at the patience of his companion. But soon this wealth was all squandered and its possessor, having received all his good things, was clothed with poverty and everlasting shame, while Patience, just before scorned on account of his submissive temper, entered upon an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled and that fadeth not away—where there is fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore.

Dear youth, beware of a discontented, angry, fretful spirit. Do not seek for your portion in this world, where every thing is uncertain and unsatisfying. If you trust in your friends for your chief happiness, they may be torn from you by death—if you trust in houses, they may be wrapped in flames -if in riches, they may take wings and fly away. Trust in Christ and you will have a friend that will never, no never forsake you-Seek for houses not made with hands eternal in the heavens ;-there lay up your treasures and your portion and they will not rust or corrupt and they will never fade away.

LETTERS FROM PERSIA. NO. I.

Ormiah, (Persia,) Dec. 1834.

To the Sabbath Schools, in Amberst and Andover, Mass. Rev. Justin Perkins, Missionary to Persia, has kindly furnished us with twelve letters, addressed to the Sabbath schools in Amherst and Andover. These letters consist, mostly, of extracts from his journal interspersed with such practical remarks as his circumstances and feelings enabled him to make. They will add much to the variety of the Visiter, and their perusal by those to whom they are particularly addressed, will revive the remembrance of one who used to feel, and even now, amid the darkness of Persia, continues to feel a lively interest in their spiritual welfare. ED.

My Dear Friends,—With most of you it has been my happy privilege, often to meet, and engage in that most interesting and delightful employment-the study of the word of God. VOL. III. 20*

When I bade you farewell, to embark for distant climes, you all wished, that many blessings might rest on me, and my undertaking. Many of you, also, kindly and politely requested me to write you. In compliance with that request, I propose to send you, from time to time, some of the incidents of our journey from Constantinople, to Persia-the land of our destination. About six hundred miles of that journey were performed on the Black Sea; and the rest, about eight hundred miles, over land.

You may prefer, that I give you these incidents, under dates as they respectively occurred.

May, 17, 1834. This morning, Mrs. Perkins and myself were summoned to the Shah-the English vessel in which we sail to Trebizond. It is nearly a week since she left the harbor of Constantinople, "When the south wind blew softly,” and even this soon died away; and she had ever since, been toiling and beating against the stern gusts of Boreas, if possible, to make her way up through the straits of the Bosphorus, and gain the Black Sea. And we had, as long been constantly on the alert, (most of our boxes on board,) hoping for a favorable breeze, and expecting every hour, to be summoned away.

Our missionary friends were, this morning, early apprized of our expected departure, and all assembled, at Mr. Goodell's where we sung a hymn, and kneeled down and prayed together, as we supposed, for the last time, on earth. Our friends then accompanied us to the wharf, at Top-Khaneh; there we exchanged the last farewell, with most of them; while two or three stepped into the boat to accompany us to the vessel.

These were solemn and tender moments. When we left America, our struggling emotions, and those of our friends, found some relief, in the prospect of our enjoying a temporary home, with missionary friends, at Constantinople. Now, we were leaping out into the perilous unknown, with no American missionary, or American resident, even, beyond us. We were lonely inexperienced adventurers, embarking on a momentous enterprise, with no Christian friend to counsel or console, whatever trials might await us. Yet we felt no disposition to shrink or linger. Persuaded, that we go at the bidding of our divine Master, we felt a happy confidence in His guidance and protection.

The morning was one of the most charming of May, and the Bosphorus, studded with its beautiful villages, and now clothed in all the rich verdure of spring, presented a scene, indiscribably delightful. Never were our hearts more tenderly touched with the pathetic lines of Heber,