A MISSIONARY in the West Indies, the Rev. Mr. Davies, called over the names of his congregation one Sabbath, to see how much each could raise. In describing the scene, he says: 'I happened to call the name of Fitzgerald Matthew. 'I am here, sir,' he instantly replied; and at the same time I saw him hobbling with his wooden leg out of the crowd, to come up to the table pew where I was standing. I wondered what he meant, for the others answered to their names without moving from their places. I was struck with his earnestness. On coming up, he put his hand into one pocket, and took out a handful of silver, wrapped in paper, and said, 'That's for me, massa.' 'Oh,' I said, 'keep your money at present; I don't want it now; I only wanted to know how much you could afford to give; I will come for the money another time.' 'Ah massa,' he replied, 'God's work must be done, and I may be dead,' and with that he plunged his hand into another pocket, and took out another handful of silver, and said, 'That's for my wife, massa.' Then he put his hand into a third pocket, and took out a somewhat smaller parcel, and said, 'That's for my child, massa,' at the same time giving me a slip of paper, which somebody had written for him, to say how much the whole was. It was, altogether, nearly three pounds sterling—a large sum for a poor field-negro, with a wooden leg! But what he had said was to me worth more than all the money in the world. Hardly ever have I been so impressed with anything as with the simple expression of this poor negro, 'God's work must be done, and I may be dead.''—Missionary Repository, 1846. "SPEAK every man truth with his neighbor."