"I do not speak to the feeble，or think of them: I address only such as are worthy of the work，and petent to acplish it."

"Those are few in number，and difficult to discover."

"You say truly; but when found，it is right to stir them up- to urge and exhort them to the effort- to show them what their gifts are，and why they were given- to speak Heaven"s message in their ear,- to offer them，direct from God，a place in the ranks of His chosen."

"If they are really qualified for the task，will not their own hearts be the first to inform them of it?"

I felt as if an awful charm was framing round and gathering over me: I trembled to hear some fatal word spoken which would at once declare and rivet the spell.

"And what does your heart say?" demanded St. John.

"My heart is mute- my heart is mute," I answered，struck and thrilled.

"Then I must speak for it," continued the deep，relentless voice.

"Jane，e with me to India: e as my helpmeet and fellow-labourer."

The glen and sky spun round: the hills heaved! It was as if I had heard a summons from Heaven- as if a visionary messenger，like him of Macedonia，had enounced，"e over and help us!" But I was no apostle,- I could not behold the herald,- I could not receive his call.

"Oh，St. John!" I cried，"have some mercy!"

I appealed to one who，in the discharge of what he believed his duty，knew neither mercy nor remorse. He continued-

"God and nature intended you for a missionary"s wife. It is not personal，but mental endowments they have given you: you are formed for labour，not for love. A missionary"s wife you must- shall be.

You shall be mine: I claim you- not for my pleasure，but for my Sovereign"s service."