“Now, dear brother, Mr. Pond, I am happy to say to you a few words how the mighty God has done to us. He has prepared us a home, and leads many Chinese to come to learn the Word of Him, and to study your language, also. When the Sabbath-day is come, I am happy to go down to preach to them on “I” street, where the Chinese dwell. Some of our countrymen very anxious to hear, and some are not. I think our congregation of Christian Chinese will become large, though I am weak, and no one can help me to take a part on Saturday and Sunday evenings. Yet I remember a certain man in Cesarea, called Cornelius, had feared God, with all his house, and prayed to God always, and then God heard his prayer, and said to him, ‘Thy prayers and thine alms are come up for a memorial before God.’—Acts x. 18. So I will ask God what we need. Then we receive. Oh, how glorious! So I wish you pray for me; so I will pray for you, and all your family and teachers.” AN INDIAN GIFT.—Such gifts were not in good repute in the days of my childhood, but for me the name is now redeemed. A venerable Presbyterian pastor in the State of New York, who had himself previously made a generous donation in aid of our work, writes a second time as follows: “After reading the account of your work on page 150 of the May number of THE AMERICAN MISSIONARY, at our missionary meeting, last evening, an Indian came forward and handed me fifty cents for your mission, with tears in his eyes. I hasten to enclose his offering, with those of others, making out for you a postal order for five dollars.” I know not what others may see in this brief epistle, or how others would receive that Indian’s gift; but to me it came as something surpassingly sacred. I certainly mean to make _every_ donation go as far as possible; but some have in them their _par value_—simply that and nothing more. This came to me fragrant with incense and wet with tears—a vial full of odors, which are the prayers of saints—and to use it except with utmost care and earnest supplication seemed like sacrilege. OUR STOCKTON SCHOOL.—Mrs. M. C. Brown, teacher at Stockton, says: “Ah Gun (otherwise Jimmie), one who had gladdened my heart by his consecration to Christ, left us December 29th, to go to Oregon. He had been a regular attendant at my school for eighteen months, and for the last three of his stay, I have every reason to think he was a true Christian. Three weeks since came the news that the vessel on which he sailed was wrecked, and Jimmie was among the lost. May he not even now be singing that song, known only to those who have ‘washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb’? This is the first ripe grain, so far as I know, gathered from this school into the garner of the Good Husbandman.” * * * * * THE CHILDREN’S PAGE. * * * * * AN UNCONSCIOUS JONAH.