when I heard you tell about
the poor heathen who worship the idols. I could not keep from weeping,
when you told us about the man who came so far to get a teacher to come
and tell the Gospel to his friends, and was disappointed. I felt very
bad Sunday evening; and on Monday evening I felt that the Lord had given
me a new heart. I felt happy, and sang some beautiful verses that I
learned in one of mother's little books. I have read the Day-springs,
and thought a great deal about the heathen for two years.

"I used to think a great deal about having nice clothes, before I
thought so much about the heathen. My mother told me some time ago, that
she thought she would get me a white dress when I was ten years old. I
am now ten years old, and this evening mother gave me two dollars to
get the dress, or dispose of it in any way I thought best; and I wish
you would take it to have the poor heathen taught about the Saviour. If
I live, and it is the Lord's will, I hope I shall come and help you
teach the poor heathen about the Saviour."

There is a little boy in the city of New York, who formerly used to tell
his mother, that he meant to be a cab-driver, and all she could say to
him was of no avail in making him think differently. This little boy
came with his mother to hear me preach about the heathen.

After he had left the church, as he was going home, he burst into tears,
and exclaimed, "Mother, I mean to be a missionary to the heathen;" and
so far as I know, he has never talked about being any thing else since.
And I hope that many of you will never talk about being any thing else
than missionaries to the heathen.

I am acquainted with a little girl in Ohio, who has resolved to become a
missionary. She is a niece of Mr. Campbell, late missionary to Africa.
She was not quite four years old when I saw her. When she was eighteen
months of age, she saw the picture of a heathen mother throwing her
child into the mouth of a crocodile She was deeply impressed with the
sight. When she was two and a half years old, she resolved to be a
missionary, and follow her uncle to Africa. From this resolution she has
never drawn hack. When I was at her father's house, she was asked if she
would not go to India. She replied, that she would not go to India, but
to Africa. She was asked why she wished to go to Africa. "To teach the
heathen," was her answer. "Why should you teach the heathen?" "Because
they worship idols." Her mother told me,