In an English village-Falfield, Somersetshire-is a tiny grave with a tombstone, bearing a strange epitaph:

"December 31st, 1869, Here lies Tidman's Missionary Hen, Her contributions, four pounds ten; Although she's dead, the work goes on, As she has left seven daughters and a son, To carry on the work that she begun. So be it."

It seems that the owner of the hen, "Tidman," was grieved and burdened as he thought of the millions in heathen darkness never having heard the glorious gospel of the blessed God. He had not much of this world's goods, but looking over his hens one day, a thought occurred to him:"Why not set apart one hen to God; and devote the whole of her eggs to the Missionary cause?" This he did, and the eggs brought the goodly sum of £4.10.0. ($22).

Who shall say with what result!

And now, though Tidman's hen has long since passed away, this quaint epitaph still pleads the cause of foreign missions. Has this no voice to us today? J. W. H. Nichols