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and as a poor, undone, guilty, and penitent sinner, he drew nigh to God, endeavouring to venture upon the atonement He did truly repent, he strove to believe; nor did he strive in vain : the power was there, for the Author and Finisher of faith was present. He lifted his tearful eye to Jesus, it was the eye of faith ; he stretched out his feeble hand -it was the hand of faith ; and the hem of the Saviour's garment he touched; he was now a believer, and the Father of mercy had received him. Now he could say, “Lord I believe.” Nor was old Simeon more happy when he said, “I have seen thy salvation.” No such day had dawned

upon him before ; it was his spiritual birth-day, when he was born for God and heaven.

Of his conversion no room was left for doubt; the most sceptical could not question it; the change from utter irreligion to a holy life could be neither denied nor mistaken. His house now became a little house of God ; and at the family altar were the morning and evening sacrifices regularly presented. He strove to train up his family for the Lord, and met with signal success, for he lived to see all his children grow up, converted to God, members of the Church to which he belonged, and active Sabbath school teachers.

What encouragement we have in these facts, to use all imaginable means for the salvation of souls, when God blesses such feeble instrumentalities! Even a child's invitation

may lead a parent to God, and so be the instrument of a whole family's conversion.


A POOR widow had become very miserable since the death of her husband. She was full of painful anxiety, and was very often suffering for want of food, and endured great hardships. Her only son had just left school, and was so unhappy at the state to which his poor mother was | reduced, that he went about everywhere, seeing what he could do to help her. “We must not die of hunger,"

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said he one day: “let me go to sea; perhaps I may be able to earn something for you.” His poor mother at last gave way to his entreaties; but it cost her a great deal to let him go, and almost broke her heart. The young boy went to the nearest seaport to see if he could get put on board a merchant-vessel. He asked a great many Captains to take him ; but it was all in vain. After spending many days in going from one to the other, weary and sad, he thought he must return to his poor

mother; but the thought of being a burden to her made him more desperately miserable. Just then he thought he saw another Captain looking at him. John (that was the boy's name) went up to him directly, and said, “ Please, Sir, don't you want a cabin-boy?” " I'm looking out for one here,” said the Captain. “() then, dear Sir, do take me!" testimonials.” “No one knows me here, Sir: if I were in my own parish, I could easily get some.” “I can't take a boy into my ship without any recommendation." I'll be so obedient. I'll do whatever you bid me!" “O, that's very well to say, my good fellow; but, once for all, I say, I'll not have a boy without his certificates.” Poor John thought a moment, and looked about him with great sadness. Suddenly he recollected he had got his Bible. He took it out of his pocket, and showed the captain what was written on the first page. “ Will that do, Sir, for a testimonial ?” The Captain read, “Given to John Reynolds as a reward for his good conduct in the Sundayschool." “Well, my boy, I'll take you on that recommendation. Follow me quickly to my ship.”

John was now on board, on his way to St. Petersburg. After a few days, a violent storm arose, and the vessel was in danger of shipwreck. In the midst of the general confusion and alarm, John took out his Bible, and read the fifty-first Psalm aloud to them. He then knelt down, and earnestly prayed God to make the storm cease, and to save them from its fury. One by one, the sailors, and even the Captain, gathered round him, fell on their knees, and prayed with him. It pleased God to hear their prayer: the wind ceased, and the ship went on its way in safety.

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"It was a happy day for me when I decided to take you, my boy," said the Captain. “ As soon as we reach St. Petersburg, you shall have a day on shore; for

your prayers have saved the ship.” He kept his promise, and the boy employed his holiday in going all over that large and beautiful city. He stopped in front of the Emperor's palace, and stood still, admiring all the magnificent carriages which were passing to and fro. While thus employed, he saw something fall out of one of them. He picked it up: it was a beautiful diamond bracelet. He ran after the carriage, and called out to the coachman to stop; but it was useless. The carriage was soon quite out of sight. John went back directly to the Captain, and showed him what he had found. “You're a lucky fellow, John: these are very valuable diamonds." “But they are not mine," answered John. “Where did you find them ?” “ They fell out close to me. I picked them up, and ran after the carriage ; but the coachman drove on, and neither saw nor heard me." Well, John, you did all


could to give them back to their owners : now they are yours. You can sell them in London, and get a great deal of money for them.” But John was much too honest to be caught by the bait. “No, no Captain : the diamonds are not mine. If we had a storm in returning to England, I could not pray to God with such a dishonest intention in my heart; and what would become of us then ?" "Ah, I had not thought of that,” said the Captain: “come, we'll try and find the owner.” She was soon discovered,

and John received £50 as a reward for his honesty. An immense sum for him. By the Captain's advice, he laid it out in furs, which he afterwards sold in England for double the price they had cost him. With this little fortune, and a light joyous heart, he began his journey home. He soon saw the cottage where he had left his poor mother; but the path was all grown over with grass, the windows were shut up, the house was empty. Poor John was almost broken-hearted. “Doubtless” he thought, "my poor mother has died for want and misery." he just then recognised one of the neighbours, who ran up to

him, and told him his mother still lived, and was well, though in the almshouses. With what delight they met; and how happy and grateful did John feel, when he brought his mother back to their own cottage again; It is his greatest delight to take every care of her, and to support her, with his own labour.

Now dear children, God's word was the cause of all this. This it was which changed the child's heart, and taught him to be an honest boy, full of trust in God, and made him a tender dutiful son. This it was which by the Spirit of God instructed and directed him. This it was which spoke to him of Christ, the sinner's Friend, and made him desire to be with Jesus in heaven, so that he could say, with David, “Thy word giveth wisdom and understanding to the simple.” Remember, dear children, that if you pray for God's Spirit to bless the reading, hearing, and learning of it to your hearts, it can do all this for you too.C. M. P. M.

A TRUE HERO. A FEW years ago, a young man belonging to Philadelphia, was returning by railroad to that city, from the town of Reading, Pennsylvania. By an accident which happened to the train, as it was approaching town, and while he was standing upon the platform, he was thrown off, and fell partly under the wheel of the succeeding car, and his right arm,

“ marrow, bones, and all," was crushed to a jelly, and dropped uselessly at his side. This, however, was providentially his only injury. He was a young man of determined nerve and of the noblest spirit. He uttered no complaint-nor even a groan. When the train arrived at the depot, a carriage was immediately called, when attended by his friend, he said to the coachman, “Drive at once to Dr. M--'s, in Walnut street."

“ Hadn't you better go immediately home?” asked his friend.

"No," said he, “I don't them to know anything about me until it is all over."

“Our hero," for he was a hero, was deaf to all the counter-remonstrances of his friend, and they drove rapidly to the house of the eminent surgeon alluded to. They were shown into the parlor, and the doctor was summoned. After an examination, “Well, my dear fellow,” said the surgeon, for he was well acquainted with his patient, "you know, I suppose what must be done ?” “I

I do," he replied, "and it is for the purpose of having it done that I am here.” “My surgical table,” said the Doctor, “is below.” “ Can it not be done without that ?” asked the sufferer.

“ Amputate my arm here, doctor,” he continued, holding out his dangling arm over the back of the sofa. “Do it here, doctor; I shall not flinch; I shall not interfere with your operations.”

The limb was bared, two attendants, medical students in the house, were summoned ; the arm was taken off, above the elbow, while the patient sat as he had requested, uttering no groan, nor speaking a single word, while the operation was being performed. The dressings were applied, and, attended by his friend, the patient had reached the door, on his way to his own house, which was very near by, when he turned round to the surgeon and said, “ Doctor, I should like to look at my arm once more; pray let me see it." The surgeon raised the mangled limb; the patient glanced at the bloodless hand and said, “Doctor, there is a ring upon the middle finger of that hand; won't you take it off for me? My MOTHER gave me that ring when she was on her death-bed. I can part with my arm, but while I live I can't part with that ring.”

was slipped from the cold, white finger. “Put it on that finger," said he, holding out the same finger on

As he was leaving the door, with his attendant, to enter the carriage, he said, “How shall I break this thing to my poor sister P” Was he not a true “hero," reader.

The ring

his left hand.

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