ROBERT MOFFAT, in one of his missionary addresses on his return home after twenty-three years of constant toil in South Africa, relates the following, showing the value set by a native14woman upon a single Gospel in the native tongue: “She was a Matabele captive,” said Moffat. “Once, while visiting the sick, as I entered her premises, I found her sitting, weeping, with a portion of the Word of God in her hand. I said, ‘My child, what is the cause of your sorrow? Is the baby still ill?’ ‘No,’ she replied, ‘my baby is well.’ ‘Your mother-in-law?’ I inquired. ‘No, no,’ she said, ‘it is my own dear mother.’ Here she again gave vent to her grief, and holding out the Gospel of Luke, in a hand wet with tears, she said, ‘My mother will never see this word; she will never hear this good news! O! my mother and my friends! they live in heathen darkness, and will die without seeing the light which has shone on me, and without tasting that love which I have tasted!’ Raising her eyes to heaven, she sighed a prayer, and I heard the former words again, ‘My mother, my mother.’” — Christian and Missionary Alliance.