During the persecution to which the Moravian missionaries in South Africa were exposed some years ago, a woman, living about an hour's walk from the mission house, had a daughter who attended the school, and had become a Christian. One day this girl returned home in terror, bringing her little sister. Her mother inquired the reason; she replied: "We and our teachers are all to be shot dead, and I have brought my sister back, that you may at least keep one child; but as for me, I will return to my teachers and suffer with them." "What!" said her mother, "do you mean to go and be killed?" "Yes," replied the poor girl; "for it is written in the Bible, 'Whoever will lose his life for my sake, shall find it.'" Her mother was much affected, and taking up her younger daughter, said, "My child, where you are there will I be." The party then set off for Bavian's Kloof, weeping all the way. When they had arrived at the top of the hill which commanded a view of the settlement, they saw a number of the natives approaching it, as if to attack the missionaries. The Hottentot woman and her children fell upon their knees and cried fervently to God, beseeching Him to prevent the enemy from hurting their beloved teachers. When they again looked up, they saw the men going towards another plantation, at some distance from the mission. The woman and children went to Bavian's Kloof, and found the Hottentots there all in tears, some kneeling, some prostrate on their faces, crying to God, and their most urgent prayers seemed to be, "Preserve the teachers whom Thou hast sent us." THE LIVING SACRIFICE. Amid the forest's silent shades Where nature reigns supreme, A little band had met to hear The glorious gospel theme. I gazed upon the dusky forms Of Indians gathered there, And thought how once the red man owned Those lands so rich and fair. But now he roams throughout the plains Where once his fathers dwelt, A poor heart-stricken wanderer, For him none pity felt. But hark! the preacher's solemn tone My wand'ring thoughts recall; He preaches Jesus crucified, Jesus who died for all. He tells, with simple eloquence, How the Good Shepherd came To save the erring sheep He loved, From ruin and from shame. He speaks of sad Gethsemane, Then tells the eager crowd, How Jesus Christ was crucified By cruel men and proud. And at his words like forest trees Moved by the rushing blast, O'er the proud hearts of those dark men A wondrous change then passed. They wept--nature's lone children wept At that sweet tale of love-- To think that Jesus died that they Might dwell with Him above. And one of that wild forest's sons, Of tall and noble frame, While tears bedewed his manly cheek, Towards the preacher came.