to one of the prayer-rooms adjoining the seminary, there to weep alone.  She, however, was not left alone.  Mr. Poor, one of my missionary associates, followed her, and endeavored to administer the consolations of the Gospel to her; but she refused to be comforted.  All her distress seemed to arise from a single source.  “I told you a falsehood,” said she, “last Monday, in saying that I had dedicated myself to the Saviour, when I had not.”  Perhaps she thought at that time, that she had thus dedicated herself to the Saviour, but afterwards found that she had deceived herself.  In this wretched state of mind, she continued until half-past ten o’clock that night, when she came into Mr. Spaulding’s house, where I then was, and wished to know what she must do to be saved.  She was told, as she had often been told before, that she must dedicate herself entirely to her Saviour.  She went away, and returned the same night at about half-past eleven o’clock, saying, that she had found HIM.

    “Friends, is not my case amazing? 
     What a Saviour I have found.”

My dear young friends, are there any of you who have never given your hearts to Christ?  If so, let me entreat you to follow the example of that dear little girl of whom I have now been speaking.  She found it to be necessary to give her heart to the Saviour, and I hope that she did give it to him.  O that you too might give up your hearts to him.  Alas, if you do not, you must soon go down to eternal burnings where you will be constrained to cry out, Lost, lost, lost for ever!  Be careful, my dear children, O be careful that this young girl does not rise up against you in the last day, and condemn you.  She must do so—­she will do so, if you do not, like her, choose Christ as your portion.  But I am digressing, and must go back to the point I left.

The next day, one of our missionary sisters, who had lately reached Ceylon from America, came to Oodooville, to witness the nature of the work which she heard was in progress at that place.  As she was entering Mr. Spaulding’s house, she was met by one of the most consistent church-members of the seminary, who declared that she had lost her hope of being a Christian.  Perhaps this church-member was disposed to write bitter things against herself because she did not feel all that warmth in religion which marked the conduct of those who, at that time, were indulging the hope that they had passed from death to life.  After the sister to whom I alluded had been in the house a little while, she requested Mrs. Spaulding to allow her to have an interview with such of the girls as were entertaining a hope of their interest in the Saviour.  These were twenty-two in number.  This interview was granted.  As she knew nothing about the Tamul language, I acted as her interpreter.  Through me, she requested the girls to give a statement of their feelings.  One of them arose, and said, “I feel as happy as an angel.  I feel joys that I can express to no one but my Saviour; and I