cents each. This was like the widow's offering in the temple, the gift of her all to the service of God. And who can doubt but the same gracious Master saw and approved in equal measure of this token of heartfelt love and consecration? Can we wonder that the Christian Church in Japan has had such a marvelous growth and gives such evidence of the Lord's special favor?

The United States man-of-war Marion is now the flag-ship of the American squadron on this station, and has been for some weeks past lying at the port of Yokohama. The captain is a devoted Christian and takes a deep interest in the spiritual welfare of the men under his command.

It was arranged that some special services should be held on board, and the first occurred about three weeks ago. Two clergymen of the Southern Methodist Church were providentially on a visit to Japan, and gave most valuable assistance at the opening meetings. Their plain and faithful presentation of the Word was accompanied by some excellent singing of the familiar Gospel hymns by one of the missionary ladies, and the effect was very marked and powerful. A considerable number have testified that the conviction of sin and their need was so great that they resolved at the first service to begin a new and better life.

At the second meeting there was such an evident manifestation of God's presence and power that the question was asked how many would like to become Christians and to have the prayers of Christian people. About twenty persons thus signified their purpose to turn from sin and serve the Lord.

This work has gone on with increased interest and power. I have visited the ship as opportunity has offered, and found among the men a most humble and receptive state of mind. God has heard the prayers of anxious mothers and led these wild wandering boys to feel their need of a Savior.

One apprentice boy from Connecticut has especially interested me. He had thrown away, or lost, his Bible, and was suffering punishment for some ill conduct. I found him deeply in earnest, and his conviction of sin was very positive. I told him to get a Bible at once and read it, and give himself wholly to the Lord. He fol lowed my advice, and the next day experienced such a change that he could hardly contain himself for joy. A corporal of the marines was so melted by the singing of "Where is my wandering boy to-night," that he gave himself then to Christ, and is now a new and happy man.

A Christian association has been formed which numbers already twenty-two members, and a Temperance society with upward of thirty members. Many more are interested, and the work is still progressing. The change on the ship is very apparent; and it seems that henceforth these men will not disgrace their country in the various ports they visit and make even the heathen more depraved and hopeless, but will show the power of the Gospel to restrain men from sin and enable them to live a holy and a happier life.-Yokohama, Dec. 18, 1886.

The Jesuits.

This famous and dangerous order of the Romish Church, a kingdom within a kingdom, was established by Pope Paul the III., September 27, 1546, just three hundred and forty years ago. Among its chief members were Ignatius Loyola, St. Francis Xavier, Laynez and Le Fevre, whose names are perpetuated in Roman Catholic institutions the world over. These leaders added to the vows of poverty, chastity and obedience that of absolute submission to the Pope. The great principle inculcated and practiced by the order is that evil may be done in order that good may come, or that the end justifies the means. This abominable and unscriptural edict has been the fruitful mother of deceit, falsehood, murder, and almost every crime in the long, black catalogue.

It is not strange that opposition to the Jesuits, originat ing in the University of Sorbonne, crystallized finally in 1773 into a combined movement on the part of France, Spain, Naples and Parma for the absolute suppression of the order. These powers, determining to rid themselves of such an incubus, secured from Ganganelli a written declaration that a Pope without acting against canonical laws was at liberty to suppress this order, and then they elected him Pope, with the name of Clement XIV., on purpose to put his opinion into practice. After hesitating four years to lift his hand against such a powerful and compact organization, Clement finally issued the famous bull: Dominus ac Redemptor noster, and the Society of Jesus went down externally. But the Jesuits, true to their characteristic of indomitable activity, planned and worked for recognition again by the papal chair.

They achieved their purpose the first year of this century, when the Pope permitted the order to reorganize in Russia. Fifteen years later the same privilege was granted for all countries. Ever since, the Society has had the recognition of the papacy to a great extent. The present Pope was not the favored candidate of the Jesuits, and yet he has just given the order an exaltation it never had before. It comes acceptable to them at a time when civil governments are regarding them as the enemy of the State, and when they have been actually expelled from several Roman Catholic countries.

It is a calamity to civilization that, in this day of progress, the Society of the Jesuits should be practically put in control of the extensive machinery of Rome the world over. Diplomats and statesmen will soon again as in the past, be compelled to face the subtle and unprincipled intrigues of the order. Already the treacherous hand is seen in Italy, in Germany, and France.

In Italy the Jesuits show their confidence in the situ ation, as insured by the Pope's bull, by the purchase of valuable property, the establishment of numerous convents, opposition to popular education, and in demanding of the State that all livings of the Church be restored to the Pope. In Germany the order makes the imperious demand that the banished Jesuits be restored

Maskepetoon-A Triumph of Grace.

BY REV. JAMES MUDGE.

The following striking illustration of the power of Divine grace I had from the Rev. Egerton R. Young of the Canada Methodist Church, who was for nine years a missionary among the Kree Indians of the far Northwest in British America. He had the incident from his predecessor in that field, the Rev. Geo. McDougall, under whose eye it occurred. So that it can be relied upon as in no degree apocryphal or exaggerated. I give it in a form somewhat condensed, but nearly in Mr. Young's own words.

The most powerful chief of the Kree Indians at the time of McDougall's stay among them was Maskepetoon, or "the crooked arm," so called from the fact that his arm after being fearfully hacked in battle had remained crooked. It was the missionary's custom to live with the Indians, sometimes for months together, traveling with them and mingling, so far as possible, in all their pursuits. He always had religious service every evening where they camped for the night.

One evening he read of the crucifixion of Christ and his prayer for his murderers. Knowing well the Indian

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spirit of revenge, he dwelt strongly upon the point, and told them plainly that if they really expected forgiveness from the Great Spirit they must forgive their enemies as Christ did. Maskepetoon was observed to be deeply moved under the sermon, but nothing was said either to him or by him that evening.

The next day, as the great company consisting of many hundreds was riding along, an Indian chief rode up quickly to the side of McDougall and in quiet but excited tones asked him to fall back to the rear, as they did not wish him to witness the torture and death of a man who was in the little band of Indians that was approaching them in the far distance.

Months before, Maskepetoon had sent his son across the mountain range to bring from a sheltered valley a herd of horses which had there wintered. He selected one of his warriors as his son's companion to aid him in the work. The man, having a chance to sell the horses, and being overpowered by his cupidity, murdered the chief's son, disposed of the horses and concealed his booty. Returning to the tribe he told a plausible story, how that as they were coming across one of the dangerous passes in the mountains, the young man lost his foothold, fell over one of the awful precipices, and was dashed to pieces, while the horses, he alone being unable to manage them, had been scattered on the plains.

Vinukonda Ankama, a Goddess of India. Cholera had been raging in Old Guntur, in India, for several weeks, many deaths occurring daily, and as yet there seemed to be no abatement.

The miserable, ignorant, superstitious inhabitants were almost in a frenzy of despair. One morning there appeared among them, sitting under a spreading Margosa, a young dancing girl of twelve or thirteen years of age. A crowd of idlers soon gathered about her and asked her who she was.

"I am Vinukonda Ankama. I have come here to stay the ravages of the cholera. I eat no rice. My food is the leaves of the Margosa tree."

"You must be a goddess," they said, "if you eat no rice and yet live."

"Yes, I am a goddess."

Upon this, these credulous people lifted her upon the shoulders of a man, who carried her to one of their temples, where they left her with one of her attendants, while they hastened away and brought back fruits, sweets and other eatables, as an offering.

Daily large processions were formed and Ankama, mounted on the shoulders of a man, was borne through the streets of the town amidst the noise of drums and tom-toms.

One day the procession came by the compound in which our little church is built, and, as if they considered it possessed of a peculiarly malignant spirit, they increased their noise until it was almost deafening.

In a small house, hard by the church, was living our Christian helper, Mr Thomas Francis, who had not been very well for some time, and was consequently rather nervous. Hearing the uproar he went out and told them they must turn off another way, and not pass our church making such hideous noises; for he had previously received authority from the Tahsildar, to oblige all native processions to cease the beating of drums and tom-toms, for a distance of about one hundred yards, while passing the church.

They turned away, but in a day or two came along again with all their hideous noise increased, if possible.

Mr. Francis rushed out of his house, laid hold of the man bearing the girl, and giving them a little shake to impress his words of authority, turned them away from the vicinity of the church.

At this treatment the goddess became very angry, and when the people asked her why she allowed this Chris tian to touch her, she did not answer directly, but declared that he should be severely punished for his temerity.

"Your house shall be burned," she cried, " your body shall be racked with pain, and within twenty-four hours you shall die!"

"Well," said Mr. Francis, "I am not very much. alarmed by your threats."

But knowing very well the character of the people with whom he had to deal, he determined to take all necessary precautions for his personal safety. He

therefore called his cook and said, "You heard what this girl said; now don't you allow any stranger to come into my house while my food is being prepared, and remember if I get sick I will beat you terribly."

"Oh! I shall be careful," the servant replied; "I am a Roman Catholic, but I am a Christian. I would not harm you!"

Mr. Francis then set some of our boarding boys as a watch, and went about his work as usual.

There was a great commotion in Guntur when it was learned that the goddess had pronounced speedy doom upon Mr. Francis. The next day a great many came around expecting to find him at least seriously ailing; but when the twenty-four hours had passed, and they saw Mr. Francis standing before them, laughing at their credulity, they lost faith in their quondam goddess.

Shortly after this it was discovered that Ankama had been stealing, and she was driven from the town by the very persons who had been féting and worshiping

her!

On her way home, her bearer was stricken with the plague and died; Vinukonda Ankama also fell a victim to the same disease immediately after returning to her village; while Mr. Francis' happy, smiling face is still seen day after day, as he goes to and fro among us, endeavoring to turn these people away from their impotent idols unto the one true God, "Which hath power over these plagues."-Mrs. L. B. Wolff in Guntur Mission News.

Heathen Gods and Temples in Japan.

Dr. H. W. Swartz, of Japan, writes: We pray that Chaplain McCabe may be successful in raising "a million" this year, for then we can have more Bibles, more schools, and more native ministers educated. Thinking of money makes me think of the God of Wealth in Japan.

He is worshiped more or less in America and all other lands. The god of wealth here takes a dignified shape. He is represented as a fat, round-faced man, sitting on two bags of rice with a hammer in his right hand and a bag of rice slung over his left shoulder. I wish you could all go with me to some of the temples. In a Buddhist temple that I visited are many gods, one the god of mothers and babes. He has a bib around his neck and a little baby in his arms. The mothers pray to him.

Then there is the god to whom the sick people pray, the god of health. I saw many praying to him; they would touch him wherever they were sick. That is, if they had weak eyes they would rub the eyes of the god and then rub their own eyes, all the time keeping up their chantlike prayer. The face and in fact the whole of the surface of this god is rubbed smooth by being so constantly prayed to. Then there are many other gods and some shrines where a bell hangs over it, and the worshiper rings the bell to call the god there.