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he said, touching the man's collar, "Take hold, Tiger, and give him a shake!" In a moment the creature's strong, white teeth were fastened in the coachman's collar, and he shook him to and fro, growling threaten ingly all the time. The coachman turned ashy white in a perfect agony of fright, and promised to drive like Jehu if only the barin (the gentleman) would take the dog off.

Tiger, at a word from his master, calmly let go of the man, and curled himself contentedly up in the bottom of the kibitka; and the coachman starting his horses in a brisk run, was never suffered to slacken speed until the town was safely reached.

Still, on the whole, travelling in Russia is very safe, as regards danger of robbery. Of course, there are other dangers, of which we might tell you some interesting stories. Travellers sometimes have to cross rivers only partly frozen, where the risk of drowning is very great. Then there are adventures with wolves, which often follow a sledge for many miles, made bold by hunger. But we have not time to say more about these. We will only add that as railways and railway travelling become more general, and as thus civilization advances further into the very heart of this great empire, vast changes will take place, even among the rudest population of the wild districts. There is a natural quickness and intelligence about Russians which makes them not hard to deal with in the introduction of new customs; and we trust that as freedom, education, improved locomotion, and last, but most important of all, as God's Word becomes better known, this vast country, with its many natural advantages, will shake off the fetters of its ignorance and barbarism, and become, in reality as well as in name, a free land.-Child's Companion.

THE prosperity of the soul is infinitely more valuable than the whole world; it is a blessing for which the universe can supply no substitute.

EDITOR'S ADDRESS TO HIS DEAR YOUNG

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FRIENDS.

ERE I am at Sandy station,

Waiting for a Cambridge train;
Here my thoughts run through the nation,
North to south and back again.
Here I think of youthful readers
Who await the GLEANER'S corn;
I think of many who are needers,
Through rich grace, to be new-born.
Since I know that 'tis appointed
Souls by means of truth shall live,
Fain would I be now anointed,
Truth in simple rhyme to give.

'Tis by truth that God's salvation
Reaches sinners lost and poor,
Then let truth throughout the nation
Travel free from door to door.

This is truth, dear Gleaner, heed it :
All have broke the law of God ;
Tremble, sinner, while you read it,
Justice calls for sinners' blood!

Justice has been satisfied,

Jesus Christ has come from heaven;
On the cross the Lamb has died,
He His blood hath freely given.

All for whom the Saviour finished
His atonement on the tree,
Pardon, full and undiminished,
Shall receive through mercy free.
But methinks I hear some trembler
Sighing out, "Oh, could I know
I'm of Jesus Christ a member;
He has borne my weight of woe."

This will prove your soul is blood-bought
By the Lamb on Calvary,

If through sovereign grace you're love sought,
Made your sin and guilt to see.
Brought to cast away disdaining
Other hopes, and fly to Christ,
In His loving ears exclaiming,
"Be my Prophet, King, and Priest."
'Tis the ransomed by the Saviour
Who return and to Him come;
Seek though grace the precious favour,
Jesu's side to be their home.

Dear young, thirsting, longing Gleaner,
If to Jesus Christ you fly,
Though you feel none can be meaner,
He will never let you die.

Use the means He hath appointed;
Often be upon your knees;
Jesus is a Prince anointed,

All your wants He clearly sees.
He can give you true repentance,
Faith and hope He can impart ;
He can seal His pardon sentence
Sweetly on your waiting heart.
Look to Him and be ye saved;

Look, and in His precious blood You most surely will be lavèd, Blessed, cleansing, healing flood!

Oh, I trust I've many readers

Who are made, through sovereign grace,

Early blood and promise pleaders,

Early seekers after peace.

"They who early seek shall find me,”
Is the Saviour's promise true;

I of this firm word remind thee,
Seeking soul, it speaks to you,

Surely, too, I'm now addressing
Some who know the rest of faith-
Some who've tasted joy and blessing,
Through the Saviour's precious death.

Seek, O seek, dear young believer,
To be daily, hourly made
Through rich grace a blest receiver
Of the Saviour's daily aid.

Hell and earth and sin beset you,
But the Lord has promised sure,
Having loved, He'll ne'er forget you,
You shall to the end endure.

Seek to spread the truth around you ;
Seek to honour Jesu's name ;
Foes and fears shall not confound you
While you seek the Saviour's fame.

Spread our bundles, scatter freely
All the truth the Sower brings;
He that sows the truth shall see the
Sheaves that praise the King of kings.

THE PRINTING OF THE BIBLE.-The Bible produc tion in our time is equal to more than a million copies a year, or say more than nineteen thousand every week, more than three thousand every day, three hundred every hour, or five every minute of working time. At this rate, the press is producing an English Bible or New Testament every twelve seconds. Those Bibles are not wasted-they are required—and more copies of the sacred Scriptures are demanded in the English tongue than in the languages of all the other nations of the world, although the number of versions to which this country gives encouragement and assistance, over and above, is considerably more than one hundred and fifty.-The Day of Rest.

NOTICE OF THE DEATH OF WILLIAM

SHAW.

EAR EDITOR,-It has been my desire to write a line to you about our little boy, William Shaw, who died June 28th, 1874, aged six years and five months. I took him to chapel regularly from a month old. We ught him to read ourselves, and he did love his book, ough he was very fond of his play; but he would come from his play and say, 66 Reach my Testament, please," ,"Reach my hymn-book, please." He would do this any times in a day, some days, and he would sit and ad like an old man. He would read twelve verses or ore at a time. He used to say, "I shall soon read my estament through, and then I shall begin again at . Matthew."

He would often say, after he began to read, "What es that mean, mother?" and I told him as well as I ought he would be able to understand. We had the tle book about William Devonshire, and he was very nd of hearing me read it. He would be as close to e as possible. He never seemed tired of it. He emed to understand it, though he was not more than e years old then.

He would not play with the children if they said bad ɔrds. He came into the house one day and sat down, d seemed in trouble. He said, "So-and-so will go in e fire; they are playing with those children that say ughty words." I said, "Don't you play with them." e said, "I shall not."

He learned some hymns, and used to repeat some of em when he went to bed; and he repeated them in s affliction as long as he could speak. He called them s prayers. "Gentle Jesus" was one, and

"Around the throne of God in heaven
Thousands of children stand,

Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band.

Singing, Glory! glory!"

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