The school has enjoyed a recess of a week from study, but they do not go to their own homes, except to return the same day.  Our house is just like a bee-hive, with their activity at their several employments; and usually some deprivation is a sufficient punishment for a dereliction from any duty.

Who will pray for these daughters?  Who will sympathize with the low-estate of the female sex in China?  I appeal to the happy mothers and daughters of America, our dear native land.  Though severed from thee voluntarily, willingly, cheerfully, yet do we love thee still; thy Sabbaths hallowed by the voice of prayer and praise; thy Christian ordinances blessed with the Spirit’s power.  Oh, when will China, the home of our adoption, be thus enlightened, and her idol temples turned into sanctuaries for the living God?

Affectionately,
ELIZA J. BRIDGMAN.

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Original.

MINISTERING SPIRITS.

LINES WRITTEN FOR A LITTLE GIRL BY AN EPISCOPAL CLERGYMAN.

  Do ANGELS minister to me—­
  Can such a wonder ever be? 
    Oh, sure they are too great;
  Too glorious with their raiment white,
  And wings so beautiful and bright,
    Upon a child to wait.

  Yet so it is in truth, I know,
  For Jesus Christ has told us so,
    And that to them is given
  The loving task to guard with care
  And keep from every evil snare
    The chosen ones of heaven.

  And so if I am good and mild,
  And try to be a holy child,
    My angel will rejoice;
  And sound his golden harp to Him
  Who dwells among the cherubim,
    And praise Him with his voice.

  But if I sin against the Lord,
  By evil thought or evil word,
    Or do a wicked thing;
  Ah! then what will my angel say? 
  Oh, he will turn his face away,
    And vail it with his wing.

  Then let us pray to Him who sends
  His angels down to be our friends,
    That, strengthened by his grace,
  I may not prove a wandering sheep,
  Nor ever make my angel weep,
    Nor hide his glorious face.

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Original.

A TEMPTATION AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

Not long since, in one of the cities on the Atlantic seaboard, there was a lad employed in a large jewelry establishment.  A part of his duty was to carry letters to the post-office, or to the mail-bag on the boat, when too late to be mailed in the regular way.  On one occasion, after depositing his letters, he observed a part of a letter, put in by some other person, projecting above the opening in the bag.  Seizing the opportunity he extracted this letter without being seen, and took it home.  On examination he found it contained a draft for one thousand dollars.  Forging the name of the person on whom it was drawn, he presented the draft at a bank and drew the money, and very soon afterwards proceeded to a distant western city.