In what various ways does God enable him to do good whose heart is set upon it! The author of that tract probably never thought of its floating over the waves fifteen thousand miles, fluttering on the breeze another thousand miles into the heart of a heathen country, amidst the bears and wolves and wild men of the Himalayas, lighting upon a poor degraded immortal, "twice dead and plucked up by the roots," and proving him a son and heir of the Lord God Almighty, a being to reign on the throne of the universe for ever with the King of kings. "O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God!" A FEW WORDS FROM THE DUMB. It is the glory of Englishmen to stand up for the defenceless, and to scorn the cowardly oppression of the weak. Surely, then, those who own and those who use ponies and donkeys will be willing to give a fair hearing to a pleader for the helpless, dumb creatures. If they could speak for themselves, would they not say--"Give us some rest one day in the week, and we will do all the more for you the other six, and last the longer for it. You yourself work the better, and live the longer, for one day's rest. "Don't beat our sore sides so hard and so often, and we shall be stronger and better servants to you. You know how oppression only makes _you_ set up your back, but you will do anything for a kind master. "Don't ride and race us about till we are ready to drop, and our wind is almost broken, and we are reeking with heat and rough usage. "Pray let us have a little more water when we stand weary and thirsty, with our poor dry tongues unable to ask for it. _You_ have felt the suffering of thirst. "And for pity's sake," the ponies would say, "loosen this torturing bearing-rein. We toss and shake our heads, or we try to keep them still, and nothing gives us a moment's ease. You, master, would suffer severely if _your_ head were held in such a position, and we could do more work, and much better, without it. "Please remember that we can always hear your voice, and shall understand what you want us to do so much more quickly, if you speak to us quietly, than if you roar at us, and drag our tender, worn mouths about. We get so puzzled and frightened when you're in a rage with us, that we only flounder and plunge, and make you more and more angry. "Our last entreaty is that, when we get old and past our work, you will not let our poor, wasted bodies stagger along under some load, when our lives have been spent in your service, but that you will reward us by having us immediately put out of our pain." Think how much you owe to mercy yourself, and remember, "The merciful man doeth good to his beast." ONE LINK GONE. Take the pillows from the cradle Where the little sufferer lay; Draw the curtain, close the shutters, Shut out every beam of day. Spread the pall upon the table; Place the lifeless body there; Back from off the marble features Lay the auburn curls with care.