life-giving Gospel of the Lord, and it is found to be the power of God unto his salvation; so that the bold blasphemer becomes the meek, the humble, the believing child of God. So again with our colonists. They are a class of persons for whom we should feel the most tender sympathy. Many of them are compelled to leave their country on account of poverty; and then, settling in some distant settlement, are wholly cut off from their wonted enjoyment of the means of grace. Many who once loved the house of God at home, now rarely hear the voice of the minister; and, if ever they enjoy the blessing of the communion, can only hope for it after the long interval of many years. But the Gospel is the power of God unto their salvation; and it is delightful to realise the joy felt by multitudes of thirsting souls, when the faithful missionary arrives on his long-expected visit, and sets forth, in rich simplicity, the unsearchable riches of Christ. So again to the poor African, the unhappy captive of that wicked slave-trade, torn from his home, his wife, his children, his all that is dear to him on earth, is the same Gospel brought home with the same power. It is a shame that the heart of every Englishman is not moved to its very core, by the awful miseries inflicted by that most guilty traffic; and, while we look at the apathy of the Christian church upon the subject, we may well exclaim, ‘Where is the spirit of Clarkson and William Wilberforce, of Buxton and Zachary Macaulay?’ Why are we not all stirring heart and soul to remove such a curse from human nature? There is a joy, however, in placing the happy peace of the believing African, in bright contrast to the dark horrors of the abominable traffic, and in following the liberated captive on his way, till we find him in one of the Sierra Leone churches; a holy believer, a living, happy, triumphant, witness that the Gospel of the Lord Jesus is the power of God unto salvation.