kins who inhabited that section. He loved them, worked
with them, learned their language, reduced it to writing, then
translated for them the Scriptures. He was called, and he is still known
by the name, "Apostle to the Indians." The word at the head of the page
shows what labors he entered into. All this was made possible through
putting into practice his own motto, "Prayer and pains, through faith
in Christ, will do anything."

What good John Eliot did for the Indians some one must have done for the
human race. Who invented the first alphabet? Who conceived the idea of
letters? Who planned out the putting of certain letters together to form
a word, then placing certain words in a string to form a sentence, that
sentence conveying an idea? Who did all this? We do not know. The
blessed work has gone on, until the knowledge of letters is so taken for
granted that we have a saying, "as plain as ABC."

The Bible has almost kept pace with language. There are few languages
to-day into which the Word has not been translated. We shall not rest
until every child of every tongue is able to read God's message of love
and salvation in the language in which he was born.

MEMORY VERSE, _Luke_ 4: 16

"And Jesus came to Nazareth ... and, as his custom was, he went into the
synagogue on the Sabbath day, and stood up for to read."

MEMORY HYMN [200]

_"O word of God incarnate."_

WHAT THE TREES SAID TO ME

Across the street from my home is a large and beautiful park. It has
inviting, winding paths, great quantities of flowers and many varieties
of trees. Early one summer day, before most people were up, I strolled
through the park. I thought I was all alone, but suddenly I heard a
voice, "Stand erect. Do not walk with stooping shoulders. Head up,
shoulders back!" Now I confess I was walking, and thinking as I walked,
with shoulders bent and head forward. At once I straightened up and
looked about to see who was speaking. It was the voice of a pine tree,
growing hard by the path, tall and straight as a plumb line. "Thank
you," I said to the pine.

No sooner had I left the pine, and was again deep in thought, when I
heard another voice. "Be courteous, you can never accomplish anything by
scolding, insulting or driving people. Be fair and just. Be like Christ,
a Christian gentleman." Now who in the world is speaking to me? I looked
everywhere and there was not the sign of a person in all the park.
"Here I am," the vo