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What a change has taken place now! only is there a large town at the Cape, full of English people, but there are many other towns and villages spread over the whole of the colony, inhabited by Englishmen, Dutchmen, and civilized Hottentots.

The cut at the head of this is a representation of Graham's Town, which, though 400 miles from Cape Town, is a place of considerable importance, and capital of the province of Albany. Here are streets and public buildings, and places of worship, as in one of our English towns. There are many English and Scotch families residing here contented and happy.

When the country was first taken possession of by Europeans they made slaves of the poor Hottentots, and treated them in a very cruel manner; but after the English took the colony from the Dutch, missionaries from this country went out for the purpose of instructing the poor Hottentots; and as they could not bear to see them used ill, they sent to England and got them set free.

Great good has been done by the missionaries among the Hottentots-places of worship have been erected-schools opened-and churches of Jesus Christ formed-and now the hymn of praise often ascends in places where once the wild beasts

of the forest howled and held undisturbed dominion; thus fulfilling that prophecy of Holy writ-"The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose."

THE DUTCH FARMER,

OR DOGS EATING THE CHILDREN'S CRUMBS.

MR. MOFFAT, the African Missionary, related the following very interesting narrative at a public missionary meeting-the place and time, where and when it occurred, is not mentioned. If within the colony of the Cape, it must have taken place before the slaves in the British colonies were emancipated :—

“During my travels in Africa, I one day halted at a village where a dutch farmer, his family, and a number of Hottentot slaves, who were considered a part of his property, resided. I called at the house, and was received and entertained with great hospitality. The farmer, a short thick man, was smoking his long dutch pipe, with a countenance as grave as if the cares of the whole world rested upon his shoulders. His wife and family, consisting of several sons and daughters, were all dutch built; the latter were richly

dressed and adorned according to the custom and fashion of their own country.

After having rested a while, and refreshed myself, I entered more largely into the object of my journey, and my visit to his house, and asked if he would permit me to preach under his roof in the evening of that day. To this request he most readily acceded. Having thus far attained my object, I left, in order to look after my wagon, and prepare for the intended service.

At the hour appointed, I returned to the farm house, and found the family all in readiness, seated side by side, each with countenances as serious as if the funeral knell for one of their endeared relatives was sounding in their ears. Upon the oak table stood two lighted candles, and a large family morocco bound bible, with six or eight brass clasps to fasten it, which, from their stiffness, I was led to think were but very seldom unclasped. The book had doubtless been brought from Holland, and might have probably been a heir-loom in the family. Having opened the book, I turned to the chapter which I intended to read. I paused a little, and cast my eyes around the dark part of the room, hoping every moment to see the slaves assemble. At length, observing my host beginning to manifest some symptoms of impatience at my delay, I said to

him, 'I am only waiting for the slaves to come in they will be here, I suppose?'

Waiting for the slaves!' rejoined the master; with a countenance strongly marked by contempt: 'What! do you preach to slaves?' I replied, 'Yes, indeed I do.'

Why then,' said he, 'go and preach to the baboons, go and preach to the dogs, they will understand you just as well as Hottentot slaves; you may as easily impress the minds of one as the other!'

I cast upon the man a look of pity, and said, "Well, if the slaves are not to be part of the congregation, I will proceed with the service; but the passage which I had intended to have addressed you from, will not do now, I must select another text as the foundation of the sermon, I am, under present circumstances, to deliver.'

All eyes were fixed upon me as I turned the leaves over; when having found the words I was looking for, I cast my eyes upon the head of the family, and with all the expression and force I could give utterance to, I read the following words-'Yes, Lord; yet the dogs under the table eat of the children's crumbs.'-(Mark vii. 28.) I repeated in the same tone of voice, 'Yes, Lord; yet the dogs under the table eat of the

children's crumbs.' third repetition when I was interrupted, and to my inexpressible joy, the master exclaimed, 'Dont read that any more-dont read that any more; let the slaves be called in-let the slaves be called in.' In a very short time the further end of the room was filled with the poor despised degraded Hottentots. The service was commenced immediately, and out of a full heart I preached the unsearchable riches of Christ, both to the master and to his slaves. Soon was every eye bedewed with tears, and we had a time of refreshing from the presence of the Lord." Selected and sent by M. G.

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HABITATIONS OF CRUELTY.

"The dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty." And still, to this very day, is this ancient declaration of the Word of Truth fulfilled. In Africa especially, where

"Man grows wild,"

even fathers and mothers are 66 without natural affection."

"Without natural affection." What a sad state to be in. Can any thing be worse? Only think, my little reader, if you can, but you can