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Rangoso has addressed thousands of peo-
ple, and his messages have been well received.
The day before leaving Sydney, we were in-
vited to attend the Rotary Club of Parra-
matta, where he spoke to many of the lead-
ing men of this town. Many of these men,
in speaking to us later, said that at last they
were convinced that missions pay; for there
was no refuting the message that was not
only expressed, but also beamed from his
very countenance.
‘We wish to say how grateful we are to God
for His protection and care; for during all
cur travels, over many thousands of miles,
there has not been the first sign of an acci-
dent, and we have erjoyed good health. In
fact, Rangoso during his six months’ stay in
Australia put on nearly three stone in weight.
‘We desire also to express our appreciation
to the Union Conference, the local confer-
ences, and all our people who have made
possible this visit, and who have shown us
such thoughtful hospitality while in Aus-
tralia,
We are glad to be returning to our work
with renewed strength and courage, and we
look forward to the day when, with the re.
deemed of all ages, we shall meet you all
over yonder in the New Jerusalem.
NORMAN A. FERRIS.
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*“ All Work—and No Play >
“ WHO are all these people?” an onlooker
asked in astonishment, as nearly 100 persons
came up from the usually quiet Warrawee
station about eight o'clock one Sunday night.
“ They live near the Sanitarium, and have
been out for the day,” was all we told her.
Bat we shall tell you a little more.
A few weeks before, there had been such a
hearty response at Wahrconga Sunday after
Sunday to go out and work in the Appeal for
Missions, and the young pecple had turned cut
in such large numbers, that later another invi-
tation came from the church missionary secre-
tary, this time for a day’s outing on the
Hawkesbury River, Careful planning was
seen in the reserving of railway carriages
from Hornsby to the Hawkesbury, the charter-
ing of a ferry boat, and the selection of a
pleasant picnic ground. And as each paid
his own small fare, and ali spread their
lunches together in the shade of the trees, a
delightful spirit of comradeship filled the
hearts of all.
It was Kata Rangoso’s last Sunday in
Australia, and the presence of this native
chief added to the interest of the gathering.
Many have heard Rangoso on the lecturer's
platform, but few in Australia have played
with him in the great out of doors. It was
noticed that everything that Rangoso did was
well done. He was one of the best runners
on the field, he batted well in rounders, and
pulled his side to victory every time in the
tug-o’~wars, Standing six feet three inches
in height, and being about three stone heavier
than when he landed on our shores, he cer.
tainly len! weight to his side. As we noticed
the rapidity with which he covered the
ground, and his peculiar, elusive way of side-
stepping his pursuers, we were forcibly re-
minded of the fact that his ancestors for
centuries, perhaps millenniums, owed their
very lives to their swiftness in running and
their dexterity in evading mortal enemies.
Some of the young people from the Horns-
by and Thornleigh churches were in the
company. One young woman who brought
a supply of hand-painted ribbon bookmarks
to sell for a fund for building a church at
_Thornleigh, was radiantly happy at having
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disposed of every one before the day was
over.
The sun was setting as we boarded the
ferry for home. As we glided by the thickly
wooded hills which rose steeply from the
water’s edge, while the daylight deepened
into darkness, the words of those beautiful
hymns, “ Abide with me, fast falls the even-
tide,” “ We shall meet on that beautiful
shore,” “Nearer, my God, to Thee,” and
many others were sung from memory by the
young pecple; and the meaning of these
lovely words touched our hearts with a
deeper significance than ever before.
V.M. R.
A Sabbath Day at Longburn
IT is Friday evening. Softly the Sabbath
comes to us, bringing with it sweet peace.
The troubled, restless spirit is calmed and
subdued as the quiet Sabbath hours take the
place of those of the activities of the week,
All nature seems to be praising its Creator,
and our hearts, too, turn to Him.
An eager, expectant body of students is
gathered in the chapel for the Friday even-
ing meeting, and all eyes are turned to the
one who is to take the meeting. The sing-
ing holds a very important part in our wot-
ship; it is indeed inspiring to hear the hymns
sung with the vigour and energy of youth.
The speaker now directs cur minds to the
theme of the evening. Perhaps it is “ The
Call for Service,” or “Living the Victorious
Life,” but whatever the text or theme may
be, it is always the same Jesus, * yesterday,
today, and forever.”
The Holy Spirit broods sweetly over these
meetings, and one seems transported to the
heavenly atmosphere—sbhut out from the
world and shut in alone with Christ. Hearts
are touched and harsh thoughts flee when
that name, above which “there is no other
name,” is mentioned. It is here in the silence
of the college chapel that earnest prayers
are offered, and decisions for Christ made,
Sabbath school is always looked forward
to with a great deal of interest. With such
live officers as are found at N.ZM.C., we
know there will be something of real help
here. We feel if is good to sit at the feet of
the Master Teacher for an hour, to learn
more of Him from His Word of truth.
Immediately following Sabbath school the
divine service is held, where we are again in-
structed in the way of life.
In the afternoon we gather for our Mission
ary Volunteer meeting. It is here that the
students take an active part in the pro-
gramme, and the meeiings are carried out
with zeal and enthusiasm. One is inspired
to greater service by these meetings. The
titles speak for themselves. Here are some
of them : “Finding My Place ir Life,” * The
Gospel According to Me” “Victory,”
“ Prayer,” “ The Bible,” and “ Music.”
So ends another Sabbath day at Longburn.
‘We look forward with joy to the time when
Christ shall come to take us home, and there
we shall come up from “one Sabbath to
another ¥ to worship our God in the earth
made new. “For now we know in part, but
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when the fullness of light is come, then that
which is in part shall be done away.” Now
we worship the Lord in spirit, but then face
to face,
DORA BARNARD.
Thirteenth Sabbath at Adelaide
City Church
I WANT you just to imagine you are a
visitor to the City church in Adelaide on the
Thirteenth Sabbath.
We step inside, and while we ave being
seated an appropriate quartette, * Sabbath
Bells,” is rendered by four of the mem-
bers. When everyone is seated, and the hand
of the clock points a warning finger to
quarter past the hour, one of the superin-
tendents (there are two) rises to her feet and
with a beaming face bids everyone such a
warm welcome that its glow seems to go
straight to your heart, and somehow you feel
glad you have come to Sabbath school.
Then all heads are reverently bowed in silent
prayer to ask God’s blessing on the school.
After the opening hymn and prayer, a
vivid and interesting description is given by
the secretary, Miss E. Kriiss, of the previous
week’s meeting, and as you listen you think
that the minutes are not the least interesting
item on the programme for the day.
But what are all those multi-coloured
ribbons hanging over the rostrum for? A
very natural question, Well, those are the
bookmarks gained by the members, some of
whom have been in the Master's service many
years, and whose hair has long since been
touched with silver, while some are still in
the golden bloom of youth. One hundred
and seven ribbons in all, a reward for faithful
study of God’s Word, ranging from a period
of one to eleven years.
The missionary exercise for the day was
given in the form of a chalk talk, and was
followed by a poem entitled, *“ Have You
Neglected Duty?”
‘“ While passing a ripened harvest field,
I noticed upon the ground
Kernels of wheat from the ripened yield,
That were lost and could not be found.
I thought how like the heathen fields
‘With their thousands that die each day,
Lost for aye through the lack of hands
To harvest without delay.
‘“ Have you answered the harvest call
By reaping the ripened grain?
Have you given your all in all
To the gospel’s glad refrain?
Does neglected duty haunt you
As you lock on the fields around ?
Does your failure in duty true
Lie before you on the ground?’
A brief but searching test of cur knowledge
of the previous lessons was conducted by
Brethten Butler and Fraser and Sister
Haberman.
Here are the little lambs of the flock re-
turning from their classes with smiling faces,
and ready to do their part faithfully hy re-
peating their memory verses. As we listen,
our minds go back to the time long ago when
the Saviour gave the command, * Suffer little
children to come unto Me, and forbid them
not: for of such is the kingdom of God.”
Our eyes are all turned on the chart as the
beacon from the lighthouse flashes out, and