THE waterfall in the picture partly conceals a cave, where once, in by-gone days, a cannibal feast was held by the great and cruel New Zealand chief, Hongi. Three hundred Wangaroa natives were here killed and eaten. The water falls like a beautiful veil over the gloomy face of the cave, as if to hide it from view. New Zealand was once like the dark cave, full of gloom and horror; but blessed changes have taken place in that land. "There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God," and it falls in a stream of mercy and light, like a veil over the past, to hide it from view. We would not desire to conduct our readers into the cave, but merely to catch a glimpse of it through the water as it falls, and just so far to remember what New Zealand was, as to thank God for what it has become. The natives no longer believe in a false God of merciless character, whose cruelty to them was reflected in their conduct to each other; but the acknowledgment of the true God is almost universal.


IF you want knowledge, you must toil for it; if food, you must toil for it; and if pleasure, you must toil for it. Toil is the law. Pleasure comes through toil, and not by self-indulgence and indolence. When one gets to love work, his life is a happy one.