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chief, most earnestly begging him to come to him. Mr. Gobat told the messenger that the ship by which he was obliged to go away would sail at noon the next day, and therefore it would not be possible for him to visit the chief. But the man assured him that, if he set out at once, he would be able to spend the night with the chief, and still to reach the ship in time. So Mr. Gobat delayed no longer, but at once began the journey.

The messenger and some other Druses went with him, and they took their way up and down the wild mountains and through the woods. About noon they reached a village, whose inhabitants received the missionary with much kindness and hospitality; and he entered into conversation with them, which became so serious and earnest, that two hours had passed before he could think of proceeding on his journey. They had scarcely set off again, when night came on, and it grew very dark. The Druses had most likely passed by this way a hundred times, but now they lost themselves in the dark and lonely mountain paths. More than an hour they lost in wandering about ; but at last the moon rose, and the leaders of the party found out where they were. They found a narrow path, of which the guides said, “If we take this path, we shall come about midnight to the chief's village ; but it passes by frightful precipices, and, in the dark, this way can only be taken with great danger.” Mr. Gobat thought a moment whether he would venture it, but his heart was burning with the desire to speak to the chief, and he said, “We will go,

in the name of God.” So they turned to the path. Then suddenly they saw, by the light of the moon, that a hyæna had laid itself down across the path, exactly in their way. The Druses took up some stones, and threw them at it, to frighten it away. The hyæna sprang up, and ran straight along the path by which the wanderers were to go. And now the Druses were determined to have nothing to do with that road, for there is a saying among them. “The way a hyæna goes is an unlucky way." Mr. Gobat could not persuade them to go any farther, and nothing could be done but to pass the night at a village near the spot where they were. However, it was agreed among them that they would rise very early in the morning, so that at least one hour might yet be spent with the chief. So they all laid down to sleep. But after their toilsome wanderings, they all fell into so deep and sound a sleep, that it was quite late in the morning before any of them awoke ; and, with a sorrowful heart, Mr. Gobat was obliged to hasten down the mountain to the coast, which he reached only just in time to take his passage in the ship. All through his voyage he reproached himself for having lost the opportunity of visiting the chief; and it seemed even strange to him that the hyæna should have been permitted to come in his way, when he was so near reaching his journey's end.

At length he came to the island of Malta. There he received a letter from a friend in Lebanon, saying that he had been visited by the chief, who, with much agitation, had spoken to him as follows_“Your friend is truly a servant of God, and God has preserved him; for I wished to draw him to my village, in order to murder him; therefore I sent message after message to him, but God has delivered him from the hand of his enemies."

Now, indeed, Mr. Gobat saw that it was the good hand of God which had been over him, and he praised the Preserver of his life, who had even caused a hyæna to be the guardian of His servant.

This was not the only adventure of Mr. Gobat with a hyæna. On one occasion, when he was travelling as a missionary in Abyssinia, his spirit was depressed and discouraged by seeing no fruit of his labours ; his own work seemed useless ! and he turned in thought to those who were working at home, and entered a cave, to pour out his heart in prayer for them. He continued for a long time in communion with God, in behalf of absent brethren : but at length his eye becoming accustomed to the darkness, he looked around, and saw at the farther end of the cave a hyæna and her whelps, with their eyes full

upon him! The Lord gave him self-possession calmly to rise and leave the cave, and restrained the hyæna from seizing him ; and this manifestation of His protecting love and care cheered his spirit, and enabled him to continue his work with renewed strength and courage.- Church Jur. Miss Intelligencer.

THE FARMER'S CARPET.

JONATHAN CUTLER was the tenant of a small farm. If he had years on his brow, he had also health on his ruddy cheek; and if his body was a little bent, and not quite so pliant as it used to be, his mind was at peace. Many an old man, in the midst of his bodily infirmities, looking back on his early life, has much reason to say, “Thou makest me to remember the sins of my youth;” but Jonathan had been brought up in the fear of the Lord.

Old Jonathan was very punctual in the payment of his rent, and never failed to make his appearance at the town habitation of his landlord, Mr. Eddins, as soon as it was due. On these occasions, little Paul Eddins, his landlord's son, was very fond of talking with the old farmer,

It happened on one occasion, just before Jonathan made his customary visit, that Mr. Eddins had ordered home a handsome new carpet, and this carpet had not long been laid down when old Jonathan called to pay his rent. No sooner had Mr. Eddins finished his business with his tenant, than Paul asked leave to show the new carpet, which request was readily granted.

Little Paul's head and heart were so full of the new carpet, that he could hardly think or speak of any thing else. In his impatience he pulled old Jonathan along to the door of the drawing-room, but he could not get him an inch further, for the farmer would on no account whatever set the thick soles of his boots on the elegant new carpet spread out before him. Paul, however, called out with ecstasy— “Did you ever see such a carpet before in all your

life?" “I don't know that I ever did, exactly, but I one I like quite as well. You must know, Master Paul,

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that some time ago I made bold to ask a friend of mine to give me one, and he did, though I am quite unworthy of such a present. How it came to me I do not know, but I do know that it was not by the railroad.”

Oh, perhaps it was sent by the carrier ? " “ To own the truth, there is a mystery in the way of its coming that I can't make out. If the carrier had brought it, he would have been sure to have charged me for the carriage. No! no! it could not be by the carrier.”

“ How long is it, and how wide?

“I have never taken the trouble to measure it, but if my memory serves me right, it is quite as large as yours, and I think larger."

“But this carpet has a real velvet pile, and is one of the newest patterns.”

“The pile of my carpet is longer than yours, but I can't say that the pattern is new. Indeed, I am given to understand it is one of the most old-fashioned patterns going; it was common in the days of Queen Elizabeth."

“Indeed! and has it flowers on it like this ?”

“ Yes, only they seem to me to be more curious. I should say, they are more like real flowers than yours, and there are bees and batterflies on some of them that you might think to be flying, they look so natural. My carpet, too, has a more beautiful border to it than yours has. But come and see it, Master Paul, and then you can judge for yourself. I won't have it rolled up before you come, though I shall hardly be able to keep Tiger, my terrier dog, off it, for just as I was leaving home he ran over the whole length of it with his dirty feet, after having waded through the muddy duck pit. Ask your papa, Master Paul, to let you come and see it."

When old Jonathan was gone, Paul would let his papa have no peace till he had promised to take him over some fine day, that he might see with his own eyes the farmer's old-fashioned carpet, with the long pile, beautiful border, flowers like real flowers, and bees and butterflies that might be fancied to be alive and flying. After all is said that can be said about the town and the city, never yet was a country

boy half so happy in seeing London sights as a town boy is in gazing on country scenes.

The fresh air and the freedom enjoyed in the country cannot be obtained in the city for love or money. Paul, in setting off with his father for the farm, was as blithe as a lark, and when he arrived there his eyes sparkled with joy, and his heart beat with plea

sure.

Hearty as the welcome was that old Jonathan gave to Paul and his papa, and keen as Paul's appetite was for the substantial fare set before him, the old-fashioned carpet was uppermost in his mind. He had passed through the kitchen, which was paved with large flat stones, and he had peeped into the great parlour as he went by the door, which was a little open, and saw nothing but the bare boards, so that he really began to think that the farmer had forgotten his promise of not rolling up the carpet. In this opinion, however, he was quite wrong.

“And now," said old Jonathan to Mr. Eddins, after they had risen from the table, “perhaps, sir, you will let me show master Paul what he has come on purpose to see, my new carpet; and I hope it will answer to the account I gave him of it."

Saying this, and requesting them to put on their hats, he led them at once to a fine meadow, thickly strewn with buttercups and daisies. “There ! Master Paul,” said he ; “ you must allow an old man to have his joke; this flowery meadow is my new carpet.”

It would be somewhat difficult to describe Paul's amazement, and not easy to decide whether his wonder or his disappointment was the greater. For one moment he remained silent, but the next he broke out with the inquiry,

you call this a carpet ?” "Indeed I do, and a glorious carpet it is not to be matched by the loom of any earthly weaver."

“But why did you not tell me, that when you spoke of a carpet you meant a field ?”

" Because I wanted you to come and see it, and I thought the more wonderful I made it, the more likely you would be to come. You must forgive me, Master Paul.”

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