riot’s passion for  doo  interval past, he recommenced—

    “Jane, I go in six  Indiaman wh of June.”

    “God ect you; for you aken his work,” I answered.

    “Yes,” said  of an infallible Master. I am not going out under  to tive larol of my feeble felloain, is t. It seems strange to me t all round me do not burn to enlist under to join in terprise.”

    “All  your po o wiso marcrong.”

    “I do not speak to tent to accomplis.”

    “t to discover.”

    “You say truly; but ir to urge and ex to t—to s ts are, and  from God, a place in the ranks of his chosen.”

    “If task,  ts be t to inform t?”

    I felt as if an ao al  the spell.

    “And . John.

    “My  is mute,—my  is mute,” I ansruck and thrilled.

    “t speak for it,” continued tless voice. “Jane, come o India: come as my  and fellow- labourer.”

    t le,—I could not be receive his call.

    “O. John!” I cried, “have some mercy!”

    I appealed to one inued—

    “God and nature intended you for a missionary’s  is not personal, but mental endos t for love. A missionary’s —s for my pleasure, but for my Sovereign’s service.”

    “I am not fit for it: I ion,” I said.

    ed on t objections:  irritated by t t, and fixed enance, I saion, and aken in a stock of patience to last o its close—resolved,  t close s for him.

    “y, Jane,” said ian virtues: you say rig you are not fit for t for it? Or ruly called, believed ance, am but dust and as. Paul, I ackno of sinners;