"WALK IN LOVE."

BY AUNTIE JEANIE.

JOHNNY and his sister lived in a pretty old fashioned house at Woodlands, in the midst of beautiful green fields, where they ran about all through the summer days, gathering flowers and chasing butterflies. Their little hearts were full of happiness, for they had a pleasant home, and a kind father and mother who loved them much; and the children knew and felt the love and gladness that surrounded them. They knew, too, that all this was given to them by their Father in heaven, and that He and Jesus loved them better even than their earthly parents, and many a morning before they went out to play they had a nice talk about it with their mother. One day, after they were quite tired of running about and making garlands for their hats of the lovely flowers, they sat down to rest among them; and Johnny all at once put his arms round his little sister's neck and said:

"May, darling, I tant help it, I must tiss 'oo. I feel so dlad and happy, and I love 'oo so muts."

Little Mary was quiet for a few seconds, and then with a very loving and thoughtful look answered him: "And I do love you, too, Johnny, and everybody, and I am glad too; and do you know I think it is Jesus who is inside our hearts, and fills them so full of love that they can't hold it all, and so it must run over into loving words and looks, which we give away with our eyes and lips?

"Dats just it, May dear," said Johnny; "do let us ask Jesus always to teep inside our hearts, and never to tome out adain."

Dear boys and girls who read this little story, will you too ask Jesus to abide in your hearts? Without Him there you cannot fulfil His new commandment, "Love one another as I have loved you. By this shall all men know that ye are My disciples, if ye have love one to another." When Jesus had His farewell talk with His disciples before His death, He repeated this command three times, and the first time He spoke of it He called them "little children."

He wants us first to trust Him as little children, and then to love Him and each other as little children. And John, the Apostle of love, says, "My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue, but in deed and in truth." We may seem to love with our lips and eyes, but, as little Mary said, unless "Jesus is inside our hearts," we cannot love as He wishes us, "in deed and in truth." Oh, dear children, again I ask you, like the little ones we have been talking about, to pray Jesus to dwell in your hearts, and then you will be able to obey His command, and as little children to love one another, and your lives will be joyous and glad.

CHINA.

A PEPO-HOAN ELDER.

WE stopped at the house of a Pepohoan Christian, at the valley of Hoeng-sia, near A-li-kang. His name was Ka-lenghai, and he was a very fine old fellow, with a nice and pleasant wife and family of fine tall sons. He was an elder of the church at A-li-kang, and well known to many foreigners on account of lodging them in his house and accompanying them in their shooting excursions. His house was very prettily situated in a plantation of beetlenut palms and bamboos, and was kept much cleaner than houses generally are in Formosa. COMMANDER BAX.

INFANTICIDE.

BY THE REV. WILLIAM DUFFUS, OF SWATOW, CHINA.

You have often heard of the fearful cruelty of destroying female children which prevails in China. And, sad to say, it is too true. It is not merely once in a while that some unnatural parent is guilty of this crime; it is a regular practice of the people. Sometimes the parents are the destroyers, but at other times the grandfather carries away the poor babe, in spite of the parents' tears and entreaties, and they see it no more. The reasons which lead the Chinese to cast away their female infants are numerous. The principal ones are these:-

1st. With the poor.-The want of food and fear of distress which may be brought upon them by an increasing family.

2nd. With the wealthy.-The ruinous expense which custom requires them to incur in connection with the marriage of a daughter.

3rd. And with both the wealthy and the poor. The feeling that a daughter, when she grows up and has married, will belong to them no longer, for she will then become a member of her husband's family. The

common names for sons, Tau-kía" ("the child whom you retain "), and for daughters, Tsáu-kía ("the child who runs away"), are founded on this idea. Think what power the wicked one must have in China, when he is able to lead parents to overcome their natural affection, and, as a matter of everyday occurrence, to destroy their tender babes for such reasons these; and pray that soon the gospel of the love of God may do away with this heathenish custom. The Chinese know quite well that it is wrong to kill their children, but they will continue doing it till their cruel and selfish hearts are changed by the grace of God.

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PICTURES FROM THE "PILGRIM'S PROGRESS."

BY THE REV. T. W. BROWN, M.A., JERSEY. I. Introductory.—The Book, and the Man who wrote it.

SURELY you have read the Pilgrim's Progress. Of all books, except the Bible, this has been the most widely circulated and read. It has been translated into ever so many languages. Our own great missionary, W. C. Burns, gave it to the Chinese with many nice woodcuts. How pleasant to think of the boys and girls in China now reading a book which was originally written in England two hundred years ago. I hope, during this year, to draw your attention to some remarkable things in the first part.

But this month I shall not do more than say a few words about the book and the man who wrote it. I place these two together because John Bunyan has put himself into his book. The best writers do this. In what they have written you can see a good deal of themselves; their character, and mind, and life. It was very much so with the author of the Pilgrim's Progress. He wrote it in Bedford prison, where he was kept for many years, because he would not give up preaching Christ, and the story of Christian is just the story of his own awakening and heart-struggles and conversion to God. It professes to be a dream, but it is all about his own experience. Therefore I cannot speak of the book without telling you something of the man who wrote it.

But first about the book. At the very beginning of the Bible you read about a city that was doomed to destruction, and from which Lot was commanded to flee for his life; and in the Revelation of John is the picture of another city with pearly gates, golden streets, the Tree of Life, and the River of the Water of Life. This is "Beautiful Zion, built above," the dwellingplace of God and Christ, and the eternal home of the saved.

The Bible tells us how men and women and children are brought from the awful danger

and misery of their sinful state to be dwellers in Heaven. In the same way the Pilgrim's Progress is the history of several people, but of one in particular who was awakened to flee from the wrath to come, became a pilgrim, and at last entered the Celestial City to enjoy its rest and peace for ever.

Now about Bunyan himself. There he is in the picture. The tinker is standing outside a cottage, his back to the window, several pots or pans in his hand, and his brazier with burning coals beside him. He is a tall man with reddish hair, florid complexion, bright eyes, a small moustache, a stout muscular frame, and an intelligent face. And there is Bunyan's cottage. It is the third house on the right hand as you enter the village of Elstow, coming from Bedford. Bunyan was born in Elstow in 1628. Not in this house, however. This

is the house he lived in after his marriage, although it has been much altered since then. I have seen the interior as it now is, and the good woman of the house, who was busy lace-making, kindly showed me the room in which Bunyan used to sit. A little further on, you come to the village green, where young Bunyan played. On the right side is the old Market House, now a school, and on the left the venerable church, with the tower and belfry where the tinker lad used to ring the bells for pleasure on the Lord's Day.

For John Bunyan, the son of a tinker, followed his father's trade. He was a bold, thorough-going, determined boy, who would stick at nothing. You may be sure he was a ringleader among the village youths, and led them into all sorts of mischief. He became a profane swearer, and his