God wants the boys—the merry, merry boys, The noisy boys, the funny boys, The thoughtless boys; God wants the boys with all their joys, That He as gold may make them pure, And teach them trials to endure. His heroes brave He’ll have them be, Fighting for truth And purity. God wants the boys. God wants the girls, the happy-hearted girls, The loving girls, the best of girls, The worst of girls; God wants to make the girls His pearls, And so reflect His holy face, And bring to mind His wondrous grace, That beautiful The world may be, And filled with love And purity. God wants the girls. Li Liang Chen _Student, Soldier, Trader, Evangelist._ REV. J. L. STEWART, B.A., B.D. It was on the street of the Temple of the Four Sages, in the capital city, Chengtu, Szechuan. There, to-day, its low, grey gable abutting the entrance gates, stands also the Worship Hall to the Western God, who is surely becoming Father of the East and of all. Within the temple, only the smoke of a few incense sticks mingled with the tobacco and opium fumes curled upward through cobwebs and tiles to the heavens. In the Worship Hall, three score and more of China’s youth, black-haired, bright-eyed, brilliant-minded hopes of her future greatness, were gathered. But half the hall was theirs. Up the centre ran a wooden wall past which presumably not even a wandering glance might go. That part beyond was sacred to the women and school girls. As not even these latter were present to embarrass the situation, native eloquence found full fling. It was the weekly meeting of the Epworth League of the College boys. Moreover, it was missionary night, and members were all attention. The leader was in fine form. With flushed cheek and fervid voice he called his hearers to see visions. “Jesus came to found a kingdom among men. All within the four seas are brethren. The kingdom must then include all under heaven. Jesus founded it first among His fellows, the Jews. These carried the message to Greeks and Romans. These bore it to barbarians in Europe and Britain. These have wafted it round the world, and to our land of the Middle Kingdom. And we? We must bear the glad tidings on to Thibet, to the tribesmen and to the aborigines....” Just then there was a commotion in the rear of the church. Someone was trying to make himself heard. At this persistent interruption all turned. A ripple of indignation quickly changed to interest as they saw the new speaker, a big, broad-faced, burly fellow, whose countenance beamed forth a happy combination of courage and child-like simplicity.