beautiful representation of the shore at Fernando Po, Western Africa, and the landing of the Missionaries and Christian negroes.

But from the little book itself we will make an extract or two, which will best explain the whole matter.

Ignorance and sin have made Africa a very degraded, oppressed, and wretched land. Amongst the bad things that existed there was the slavetrade, and this was carried on for many years in Western Africa. This means that the kings and great men of the country sold their subjects, and those they could buy or steal, to wicked Europeans, who carried them in ships across the sea to the West Indies, where they were employed to cultivate the ground, and treated, in many respects, as beasts of burden. Often many scores died on the passage, from the cruel treatment they received in the ship; and when they arrived at the end of their voyage, they were in a strange land, far from their relatives and friends, and with none to love them or care for their welfare; and were often driven with whips by unfeeling task-masters. None cared for their bodies or souls. They were not told of Jesus Christ, or of his love and compassion to poor sinners, until some good people who knew the love of Christ, and had felt its power, went to the islands, where

many of these slaves were held in bondage, and preached to them the gospel.

Years rolled away after the missionaries first went to Jamaica, and great numbers of these poor enslaved Africans were converted to God. At length the good people in this country, who hated slavery and oppression of every kind, brought about their deliverance from slavery. Many a time before this the converted slaves had thought about the country from which they had been stolen, and of the friends they had left behind; and many a time they wished that the Saviour who had saved them, and given them happiness, could be proclaimed to their relations in Africa. And they were no sooner freed from their bitter slavery, and had known something of the blessings of freedom, than the desire became stronger. They talked about Africa; and prayed for Africa; and longed for the time when they could go back to the land of their fathers, in order to tell what they knew to those who had never heard such good news. But there were difficulties in the way of their return. One of them was that these pious Africans had no ship to go in. Well, Christians in England were told of this; and some of them said they would, if possible, remove the difficulty; and there should be a ship sent to Jamaica, in which some of these pious negroes

might go. The ship was provided, and Mr. Clarke a missionary, went in it, in order to go with them from Jamaica across the great Atlantic Ocean to Africa. Mr. Clarke was a very devoted missionary, willing to lay down his life for Africa, and he had been there before to see if the people would listen to the gospel of Jesus Christ, and he found them quite willing. Indeed, while he preached to them some believed; so that he was sure that if their own people in Jamaica, who were Christians, were to come amongst them, God would smile upon their visit and bless the people. At length the vessel, with Mr. Clarke and another missionary for Africa on board, arrived in Jamaica; and Oh, if you had heard the expressions of joy that were uttered when those who had prayed for Africa, knew that their prayers were about to be answered! Some who had longed to speak of Jesus Christ and his love in their own country, said, "Now we shall really go, now we shall really see Africa, the land of our fathers, of which we have thought and said so much; we shall then be where we ought to be, and

Then we will tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour we have found.
We ll point to his redeeming blood,
And say, 'Behold the way to God.'"

A large book might be written of what they said and did, and of their embarking on board the Chilmark, for that was the name of the ship, and of their parting with their dear brethren, and with the missionaries in Jamaica. It needs only be told you that God carried them in safety across the ocean to Fernando Po; and if you look at the picture at the beginning of this little book, you will see the vessel just arrived in the harbour of Clarence, and they are landing, and being welcomed by those spoken of before, who who had already been brought to love and fear God.

And now they are restored to Africa-their own country-the land from which their fathers came. Their love to their country has led them to return; and the object for which they have returned, is that their countrymen may be told of Jesus,―may return to God through him, and that so God may be glorified. They have returned that their countrymen may be happy in this life, and happy in the life to come. And it may not be long before others will follow their example, so shall be hastened on the day, when "Ethiopia shall stretch out her hands unto God."

MAROSSI, THE BECHUANA BOY.

"I'm in the world alone," was this poor boy's sorrowful exclamation when he was spoken kindly to by Mr. Pringle, at the Milk River, in Africa, whither he had fled from slavery. Children are often sold as slaves for a very trifling sum, and this poor black boy had been exchanged for an old jacket, when he was nine or ten years old. The place where his father and mother lived was suddenly attacked by cruel people, who, after killing the men, carried off the women and children; they took no notice of their pitiful cries, or their bitter tears, but urged them onward with the lash of a whip if they did not go fast enough over the sharp stones and prickly thorns. Many of these poor creatures fell down by the way, because they were too tired to go any farther, and there they were left to be devoured by wild beasts or birds of prey, for you may be sure that those who wickedly burnt their houses and killed their fathers did not attempt to help them on. Poor Marossi was one who lived long enough to be made a slave, and after suffering much unkind treatment from the boor who bought him, he ran away, and was directed by Providence to the tent of this good white man, Mr. Pringle, who treated him so kindly that the poor African boy had reason to be thankful that he had said so