"Unhappy woman!" she exclaimed; "if you were driven to do this, why did you destroy the child you loved, and spare the one you hated?"
The woman sobbed and beat her breast piteously.
"O, it is that that breaks my heart," she said. "The god must have the best. When I had a perfect one he would not take the other. Alas, my boy, my boy!"
Why should not many who live in this land of light be shamed—not by the deed, but by the devotion of this poor heathen? Under the gentle law of Christ, we know that God's demand for the best we have only bids us use it for him, and devote it to him.
If we serve him selfishly, may not even the poor dark-souled Hindoo mother rise up and condemn us?—Selected.
BEGINNING TO WORK.
