ay from
his home to be sold as a slave. First he was sold for a horse. Then
his buyer thought him a bad exchange for the horse, and compelled his
master to take him back. Then he was sold for so much rum.
This was called another bad bargain by the man who had bought him, and
again he was returned, to be sold for tobacco with the same result.
Nobody wanted the poor, miserable slave-boy, who was on the point of
committing suicide when he was bought by a Portuguese trader and
carried away in a slave ship. How little that wretched boy knew what
the future had in store for him as he lay chained in the hold of the
crowded slave-ship! But one of England's war ships that were clearing
the high seas of the slavers bore down upon the Portuguese vessel,
rescued the captives, and the African boy was placed under Christian
influences, baptized and educated, and to-day he is Bishop Crowther,
England's black Bishop in Africa.--The Gospel in all Lands.

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A very obliging Indian.--Dr. C.A. White, Professor of Paleontology in
the Smithsonian Institution, relates this pleasing incident. Being in
the Ute country a year or so ago, in pursuit of scientific facts, he
found himself on one occasion encamped some fifty miles from Uintah
Agency. Being desirous of sending a letter to his wife in Washington,
he entrusted it to an Indian who, he learned by signs, was on his way
to the agency. He was not sure that the Indian understood what he
desired him to do with the letter, but took the risk of that. His wife
received the letter and was surprised at finding it postmarked Salt
Lake City. The Doctor afterward learned that the Indian arrived at the
agency just after the mail had gone, and knowing that it would be a
month before another mail would be sent out he actually carried the
letter to Salt Lake City, a distance of 225 miles, for this white man
whom he had never met before, and whose name he did not know.
Doubtless the Indian thought the letter of great importance, but where
is the white man who would have done as much for his best friend,
without the hope of reward or even thanks?--Council Fire.

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SCHOOL ECHOES.

In 1864 in Memphis, in a refugee school that I visited while chaplain
in the army, the Bible lesson was John xv., "I am the vine and my
father is the husbandman." One little fellow recited it thus: "I am
the vine and my father is a married man."

What for we come to