Abbeokuta.

THIS hard word is the name of a mission settlement in Africa, where a number of native Christians have been happily meeting together for years past. The King of Dahomey, a savage, bloodthirsty man, famous for his delight in slaughter, as if for its own sake, has lately butchered a number of his prisoners of war, among whom was one native Christian, a convert at another mission station in that region. This man he crucified: and he has promised his soldiers to lead them into Abbeokuta for another feast of blood during the month of November. Christians in England have been pleading with God for our brethren in Africa; and a friend has sent us the following acrostic to interest our youthful readers on behalf of our sable brethren in their deep affliction: —
A s when the visage wears a grave impress,
B egetting this inquiry—What ‘s amiss?
B e whatsoe’er it may, in silence waits
E ach other topic of the day, while one relates
O f cause for anxious grief, so now would we
K eep vigil with our friends across the sea,
U nbosom at the throne of grace above
T he burden of our prayer; and God, whose name is love,
A bove our fears, and better than our hopes, himself will prove
T. J.