One day a party of heathen Greenlanders came to the missionary village. They were led by a cruel and wicked Greenlander named Kajarnak, and entered the hut where the missionary was writing. He was finishing his final correction of the Four Gospels, and was at the moment engaged on that part of John's Gospel relating to the sufferings and death of Christ. Kajarnak was surprised at seeing the missionary writing, and at once asked him what he was doing. "Writing." "Writing!" said Kajarnak. "What is writing?" The missionary tried to explain it to him, and then said, "I will read you what I have been writing." He read the account of Christ's agony in the garden, and then upon the Cross, with the story of his being crowned, scourged, and spit upon. As he read, Kajarnak became interested. "And why," he asked, "did they treat the man so? What had he done?" "Oh!" said the missionary. "This man did nothing amiss, but Kajarnak did. Kajarnak filled the land with wickedness; and Kajarnak deserved to go to hell for it. But this man suffered all this to bear Kajarnak's punishment, that Kajarnak might not go to hell." And then the missionary went on to tell about God's love, man's sin, and Christ's work for sinners, till the big tears were seen to roll down the poor heathen's cheeks, and unable any longer to restrain his feelings, he cried— "Oh! Tell it all over again, for I, too, would like to be saved." He was told it all over again—it was such a sweet story. Kajarnak believed the good news. His heart was drawn to Christ. He loved him. Kajarnak was saved. Are you saved, dear young reader? You have often heard and often read of Jesus and of his sufferings. Perhaps, too, you have often wept as you thought of the cruel men scourging Jesus and spitting on his face. But though you cry very much, it won't save you. The blood of Jesus puts sin away, and nothing else will do it. Will you now love Jesus? Poor Kajarnak, from "Greenland's icy mountains," with a heart colder than the ice, and darker than the darkest night, yet came to Jesus, believed in God's love, and was saved. How I long that all my dear young readers too would seek the same Saviour, and love the Jesus that loved Kajarnak, the Greenlander. SOME YOUNG HEROES. IN a certain school, a knot of boys had their heads together disputing about something. You could never guess what it was if you tried. It would all have seemed strange to you: the schoolroom, the teacher, and the scholars—their odd dress and odder speech. It was in far-off Asia, and the scholars were not orderly as ours. The boys talked when they pleased, and made so much din that one could scarcely hear themselves think. Missionaries had come to this city and opened schools and churches to teach the people that they must worship God alone, and that Jesus died to save them.