born, the mother's heart yearned over it. "I cannot part with it,"
said she; "I will have it taken away and hid, so that the king may know
nothing about it." This was done, but the poor mother never dared to
send for her little girl. She never saw her again, but died sometime
after.

Many of the little girls in India are very pretty. They have dark eyes,
and sweet, expressive countenances. This little child grew to be a very
beautiful girl; and when she was eleven years old, some of her relations
ventured to bring her to her father. They thought that he would be
struck with the sight of his sweet child, and that he would love her for
the sake of her mother who had died. The little girl fell at his feet
and clasped his knees, and looked up in his face and said, "My father."
And what do you think that father did? Do you think that he took her up
in his arms, and kissed her? No. He seized her by the hair of her head,
drew his sword from his belt, and with a single blow took off her head.

Now, my dear children, do you not think that you ought to pray for the
poor heathen--to pray that God will send the Gospel to them? I want to
tell you of a little boy who heard me preach some time ago about the
heathen. One night he said his prayers, and went to bed. After he got
into bed, he said to the nurse, "I have forgotten to pray for the
heathen, and I must get out of bed and pray for them." The nurse then
told him that it would not be necessary for him to get up, as he could
pray for them while in bed. "No," said he, "I must get out of bed and
pray for them." And the dear little boy would not rest until he got out
of bed and prayed for them. Now I want all of you, my dear children,
every morning and evening, to kneel down and pray for the heathen, as
this little boy did. And I want you to do something more. I want you
always to be punctual in attending _the usual monthly concerts of
prayer,_ provided there are no juvenile monthly concerts to which you
can go. I have long wished to see juvenile monthly concerts of prayer
established. They would be very interesting if I am to judge from the
account of one which I some time ago received from a friend of mine, the
Rev. Mr. V----. I will give you some extracts from his letter. He
writes, "According to promise, I send you an account of the first
children's monthly concert, so far as I can learn, held on Long Island.
As notice was not given either in the church or Sabbath-school, the
at