A third says, “I like to send money to help the poor heathen to learn to read the Bible, and other good books.  I think it will be pleasant to sail across the ocean, and teach them to turn from their idols.  I would teach them not to lay themselves down before the car of Juggernaut, and be crushed to death; and I would teach them not to burn themselves to death on the funeral pile.”

A fourth says, “I mean to save something to send to you, to help support one school.  Should my life be spared, and the way be opened at some future day, I think I should be willing to leave my native home, to go to some distant land to tell the heathen of a Saviour, whom I hope I have found.”

A fifth says, “If you are ever in want of money, just please to send on to me, and I will endeavor to raise all that you want.  If I live to be a man, I hope be a missionary to Ceylon or China.”

One little boy wrote to me as follows:  “I have for a long time been saving three shillings, for the purpose of buying a little racoon, which I intended to do on Monday.  On Sunday I heard you preach, and thought I would give it to you to save some poor heathen soul; and I hope you will pray for me, that I may become a minister, and go to India, and preach to the heathen.”

Another writes, “This is to certify that I, Charles D.H.  Frederick, pledge myself, if God spares my life, when I get to be a man, and he pardons me through Christ Jesus, I will go and preach to the heathen.”

A little girl wrote me as follows:  “According to my present feelings, I should like to engage in so glorious a cause,” as the missionary cause, “and I hope, when I arrive at an age to be of use to God, and the poor heathen, to embrace so glorious a cause.”

Another little girl writes, “I felt very bad 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.