Hinderer will always shine like morning stars in the early Church of the Karens in Asia, the Abeokutans in Africa. The graves of every mission settlement mark the sacrifices of women who have been as devoted as men.

"Women have gathered round the Mission with their prayers. They have sowed the seeds of the missionary life in the hearts of their children. They have sustained the spirit of the missionary enterprise. They have bestowed on it their husbands and their sons. They have nourished it with missionary ardours. But for Clotilda there might have been no baptism of Clovis, no epochal ingathering of the Franks; the devotion of Jerusha Edwards* throws a romance round the last days of David Brainerd; a frail invalid, like Miss Mackenzie, became a power, a spell to summon courage back to fainting hearts, in many a far-off mission station. "But all this has not been found to be enough. Those who sat at the Master's feet have now to hear the Master's call and to go upon His errands. Women were the first to whom the Lord, when He was risen, said: 'Be messengers for me. They carried His message with the swift feet of love. They carry it again to-day. The call of the Master is heard by our women in their homes. 'Go out to the heathen,' it says: ' enter that life of heathen womanhood that is as dark and hopeless as the grave, and tell them that He is risen, that the glory of the Lord is to shine on all the world.

“You have chosen a noble part; and we can understand how much you are giving up that you may follow Christ into the homes of India. These days of parting must be full of difficulty and struggle. All that has to be surrendered and left behind is very tender and very dear, and, as we gather round us, it is with sympathy, but also with joy.

"You go on an errand of blessing, an errand that may uplift the most downcast heart. Your sisters of another race are waiting for your coming. They are ready to hear from you of those Scriptures, which they say are so loving that they must have been written by a woman. You may bring light and peace into weary hearts, as the messenger and instrument of the Lord.

"There is no rose-coloured work for Jesus. The work that we do must be like His own. It must be wrought in His spirit, and in the temper of His life. But there are noble enthusiasms in it. There is the support of innumerable gracious promises. There are compensations a thousand-fold for all our sacrifices. There is the good we do to others, the triumph of the Gospel, the deeper fellowship with God. The more you sit like Mary, at His feet, the more surely you will become, like another Mary, the herald of His power." * The second daughter of Jonathan Edwards.

CHART AND COMPASS AS A BIRTHDAY GIFT.

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One of the lady collectors, and a true friend of sailors, sends us these lines:

Oh! would you work for Jesus now, my Christian sisters dear,
I'll tell you of an object, which to Britons must be near;
The welfare of our Sailor men, our gallant British tars,
So important for our commerce, so valiant in our wars.
Their lives are oft imperilled when they plough the stormy main,
While the awful waves are raging, they toil, but toil in vain;
Till He who rules the tempest bids the storm become a calm,
And they reach their destined haven without sustaining harm.
But alas! when danger's o'er, men forget the One who saves,
The Lord, who by His mighty power controls the threatening waves;
And when on shore they're welcomed by their loved ones kind and true,
They praise not Him who rescued from the troubles they pass'd through.
Then let us try to lead them to their great Almighty Friend,
Who will fill their lives with mercies, and save them to the end:

If we cannot sow the seed ourselves, we'll strengthen those who can,
Be "fellow-helpers to the truth," in sending it to man.
New Cross.

J.A.

CHART AND COMPASS AS A BIRTHDAY GIFT.

IR,-I got the loan of a year's number of the Chart and Compass from a friend, and I am so pleased with them. that I wish you to send me two volumes for the years 1880 and 1881, as I wish to give them to my brothers as birthday gifts. I enclose a P.O.O. of 21s., 10s. for the books, with is. for posting them, and accept the other ios. for the Memorial Fund. I had much pleasure in listening to a sermon preached in the Free South Church by one of the Missionaries of the Society a few Sabbaths ago, and what with the earnest and affecting sermon and the reading of Chart and Compass, I resolved to get two volumes, which I trust you may have, and forward at your convenience, and oblige. A sincere well wisher, ELIZA JANE CRAIG.

Paisley.

TO THE EDITOR OF "CHART AND COMPASS."

IR,-I much wish to express the delight I have felt while reading and dwelling on the beautiful subjects contained in your Chart and Compass for October. This "Golden Year," which Mrs. (Dean) Goode has commemorated in such sweetly pious lines, enticing all to come in and enjoy the holy rest of the extra Sabbath accorded us this year; an extra holiday rest by the still waters in the green pastures known to them who belong to God.

Then Miss Robinson's pathetic tale of "The Christian Captive," its simple rippling harmony and touching pathos, bringing in the

old old version of the exquisite Hundredth and the 23rd Psalms, which I had not seen since childhood, was a crowning joy for me. When I came to the verse in the Captive Exile's song, beginning— "To me remains nor place nor time,"

some lines in Thompson's beautiful Hymn of Praise seemed to strike a kindred chord as they came to my mind—

"Should fate command me to the farthest verge

Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun
Gilds India's mountains, or his setting rays
Fade on the Atlantic Isles, 'tis nought to me,-
Since God is ever present, ever felt

In the wide waste, as in the City full

And where He vital breathes, there must be joy."

I, too, have been a storm-beaten traveller, starting in a bark named "Prosperity," handsome and bright to look at, but really shaky and unsound. Seduced by Pleasure-forgetting Chart and Compass-who had stolen in unawares and took the helm, pushing overboard Prudence, who had been engaged to steer, a few storms soon threw our poor misguided ship on a dismal rock, where she went to pieces, and her hitherto jocund passengers fell headlong into a dark gulf hard by, called Ruin. Striving to get out of this gulf, which might have been so easily avoided, has been to one unhappy sufferer the work of a lifetime. I will finish by saying, "Let him who thinketh he standeth, take heed lest he fall."-Yours, E. NICHOLLS.

CHARITY TRIUMPHING OVER COCOA. THOMAS HUGHES, Esq., writes ::-"Dear Sir,-This month's Chart and Compass (December) is very interesting. Enclosed is cheque of 1, as a subscription. I congratulate you on the respectable appearance of the cover (without Cadbury's cocoa or other disfigurements)."

Thank you, honoured and learned sir, both for your charity and criticism, both being alike good. Many others have written about this front advertisement. One delicate lady said the sight of it brought on nausea! Our reply was, that our printer was paid promptly every month cash down! And an empty exchequer produced something akin to seasickness. Perhaps some of our readers have not experienced the rapturous pain of this last sensation. January number will not have on this objectionable disfigurement. And, thanks to Mr. H, it will not be the cause of editorial pain. It is almost too much to ask the editor, who is sailing close to the wind, to go head to wind. It is not always easy to raise the wind. Pray do not take the wind out of our sales. Gentle readers, we promise you, if a gift of £1 each month comes in, we will offend your taste no more, and charity shall triumph over cocoa. So mote it be.-ED.

GRAVESEND PIER DURING A GALE.

OUR Missionary, Mr. Chapman, of Gravesend, is publishing a little book called Terrible Sufferings at Sea. Price 6d. He asks every reader to send for a copy. The few proof sheets we have read are painfully striking. We hope to refer to it when in book form.-ED.

WRECK OF THE PILOT CUTTER " EMMA,"

AT SEA VIEW, ISLE OF WIGHT.

URING the heavy gale on the 13th November, 1882, the above cutter was totally lost, and in consequence of the class of vessel being such that the underwriters will not accept the risks, unless a very high premium is paid, no insurance was effected, and the loss falls upon the owners. One writes:-" At about eleven o'clock she struck full on the rocks, and in a few minutes was a complete wreck. The beach was soon thronged with ready helpers who did great service in saving such spoils as they were able to snatch from the boiling surf, and in a short time the shore was covered with wreckage. The scene was very striking. A heavy back-ground of dark leaden clouds, the foaming line of breakers, with the rugged rocks in grand relief, and everywhere sailors and coastguards bravely persisting in their work of salvage. The vessel was completely smashed, and by the evening all that was left of the fine old 'Emma' was a motley heap of broken spars, shivered timbers, and torn sails and cordage." Another writes:"Everything was done that could be done, but the gale continued and caused such a heavy sea thut it was impossible to do more than was done, and as the tide rose she drifted into the rocks. The old Quay rocks where the children of three or four generations have loved to walk, and fish, and swim from, declined to injure the 'Emma,' and after just tenderly kissing her, leaving a slight trace of their very strong affection, consigned her to the tender mercies of the crags this side. Well done old Quay! Had the other been as considerate, the 'Emma' might again have floated, and we might have pledged her to a voyage round the world; but the old rugged churls unlike the grand old monarch of the shore, returned blow for blow, instead of a kiss for a blow, though on her part unintentionally. There they stood, surly, defiant, refusing to yield an inch, till with the aid of the ocean they ground the noble vessel with her masts and spars to a confused mass of floating debris. What a wreck! I could not help thinking of Falconer's lines, ending with

'At length in sunder soon her frame divides
And crashing spreads in ruin o'er the tides.'

This is the first instance of any pilot vessel being lost on our shore. The gales of a hundred winters have raged here, but never wrecked a pilot vessel, and in all cases when casualty has occurred sympathy has been evoked and the loss made good."

The following gentlemen have kindly allowed their names to be attached as a guarantee to the general public, who so often depend