my sins.

blessed Saviour, but not enough for Make me more grieve. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. O me love you, my Saviour, when me can, me kiss your wounded hands and feet. But no, Kanousky only Indian boy, that too much honour for Kanousky; but me must, me like to love you. You know me love you, you see my heart. O me thank you for bringing me to the town; me praise you for leading me to the chapel; me glad me suffer once pain in my heart, else me no feel joy in my heart now, nor hope to go to heaven when me die. But O, my dear God and Saviour, remember my massa, and also Joseph, who took me to the town; and remember my fellow servants; make them happy, make them love you,

then they will be happy. Make me good servant, make me all good. Me deserve no mercy, me deserve punishment; me great sinner, but dear Saviour say to sinners, "Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out." Me come to him for his goodness and love, me ask for all these blessings."

While he thus meditated, and prayed, tears and smiles by turns were on his face. Before he left this spot, he offered up a prayer on behalf of his mother, if she were yet living. The man was struck with astonishment at what he heard, and crept away silently; from that time he felt a respect for Kanouský, and if ever he needed an advocate, espoused his cause.

CHAP. VIII.

THE PERSECUTION.

FOR a long time Kanousky had heard, with much pain, the profane language of those around him, though he had never yet ventured to remonstrate with any one; but he had often thought it is duty not to hear the name of God taken in vain without saying something. At last he resolved to speak, and accordingly one day, when much swearing was going on, he said, "O do not swear so; God is our dear, our best friend, we should reverence his name."

This he uttered with great kindness and mildness of manner; yet the scoffers derided him, and from that day a system of persecution commenced which he bore with exemplary patience; and he had now indeed learned, when he was reviled not to revile again; and thus, when they jeered and jested, he prayed for them, and frequently would in a whisper, repeat the words of his Saviour, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." The man who had been the listener at the side of the clump of firs, would sometimes say a little in his behalf; but as they laughed at his interference, and asked him if he were going to be a saint, he was soon intimidated. and became silent; yet he always acted kindly to Kanousky, and his kindness increased to the Indian lad

in proportion as their hatred became more rooted. The servants, indeed, could allege nothing against Kanousky, but his deeds and words were such as condemned theirs; and as the ancient Scribes and Pharisees hated our Saviour, because their darkness would not endure his light, so they disliked Kanousky.

The world loves its own. Our Indian was not of the world, but had become a citizen of the new Jerusalem. The master saw that something was amiss, and was sorry; for though he knew nothing about religion, he loved peace. He interfered, and as Kanousky seemed to be of the weaker party, espoused his cause. This produced illwill against him, as well as against Kanousky; and the malcontents at last declared, that either Kanousky should leave the

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