Sir Samuel followed his plans for his journey through all obstacles, and Saat's name is never mentioned, except in praise. He endured hunger and thirst, and rejoiced with his kind protectors in the success of their undertaking. During these years of travel, sickness and death had visited their little band, but as yet the boy had been spared; but on the homeward journey his time came,--that fearful sickness, the plague, attacked the vessel in which the party journeyed: first one was smitten, then another, and then it was Saat. Mrs. Baker herself nursed the sick boy with tender care, but he lay day and night in delirium. At last came a calm; he was gently washed and dressed in clean clothes, and laid to rest. He slept; his mistress hoped it was the sleep of recovery; but a kind servant presently covered the boy's face while tears ran down her cheeks. Saat was dead. The boat was stopped, and the faithful boy was sadly buried beneath a tree, the wonderful river Nile rolling by his grave. Saat was converted from Paganism to Christianity, and reached his home and rest in heaven. THE PSALM OF THE SLAVE. _God heard it; and he is free._ Loud he sang the Psalm of David, He a negro and enslaved, Sang of Israel's victory; Sang of Zion bright and free. In that hour when night is calmest, Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist, In a voice so sweet and clear, That I could not choose but hear-- Songs of triumph and ascription, Such as reached the swarth Egyptian, When upon the Red-Sea coast Perished Pharaoh and his host. And the voice of his devotion, Filled my soul with strange emotion; For its tones by turns were glad, Sweetly solemn, wildly sad. Paul and Silas in their prison, Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen; And an earthquake's arm of might Broke their dungeon-gates at night. But, alas! what holy angel Brings the slave this glad evangel? And what earthquake's arm of night Breaks his dungeon-gates at night? _Longfellow._ THE MISSIONARY BOX. A few years ago two young Africans went to England to obtain an education, and then return to Africa to teach their countrymen the gospel of Jesus Christ. One of them, George Nicol, while staying near London, walked a considerable distance. In his walk he came to Hampstead Heath, from which he could see the city of London before him. The principal buildings attracted his attention. A laborer who was breaking stones on the other side of the road, kept looking at him; no doubt it seemed strange to him to see a colored man looking at the view he had himself seen every day for many years past; and in his eyes, perhaps, the wonder would be increased by seeing the African dressed like a respectable Englishman.