A MISSIONARY in Multan, North India, writes, says the Gospel in All Lands: "We have a little book shop, where we keep Bibles and tracts, and in front of it is a little wooden platform, from which we preach. It is quite in the middle of the bazaar, with its narrow, paved streets, the crowds of people passing up and down, the shopmen sitting in their small shops on each side, all advertising their wares. Just close to our shop a butcher plies his trade (a Mohammedan, of course), and unsavory-looking pieces of meat hang outside; occasionally a purchaser comes and buys a piece, and if there are any scraps left over, they are thrown into the road, where they are instantly pounced on either by some hungry pie-dog, or by the crows, or the huge kites that are continually circling in the air overhead. Usually the kites get it, the dogs and the crows being too slow! Then opposite there will be a sweetmeat shop piled with sweets, and farther along a grain seller, and so on, and in the air the ever-pervading smell of the bazaar, quite peculiar from the smell of a London slum, because there is a sickly sort of spicy odor about it! "It is here that the catechists preach. Standing outside the shop, one of them begins reading aloud, and very soon a crowd gathers round, leaving him hardly room to12breathe. He reads on until a good many have collected, and then begins to preach, and preaches for about twenty minutes or so. When he has done, perhaps some will ask questions, which he answers if they are sensible, or passes off with a joke if they are utterly foolish, as they often are. Then the other catechist takes his turn, the first crowd turns away, and a fresh audience assembles. When he has finished, the first one goes on again, and so on, for sometimes an hour or more."