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We pass over an interval of twelve years.
Joseph had continued to cherish his love of knowledge. He had completed his collegiate course, and had pronounced the valedictory on the day of his graduation. He had become a teacher in a distinguished seminary, and was regarded as one of the most promising young men in the country.
He was on his way to visit his parents. He left the steamboat at P, where he was to take the stage-coach.
“Shall I take your trunk ?” said a red-faced, scantilyclothed young man, of about his own age.
“ I am going in the stage to M- ,” said Reed. “ I am the driver that takes
there." He shouldered the trunk, and secured it on the stage, and then held open the door of the coach while Reed entered it. As he was closing the door, Reed recognised in the driver his old schoolmate, William Marsh. He had become what he told the schoolmaster he intended to be come, a stage-driver. He was a poor, drunken, profane stage-driver!
I am not acquainted with the particulars of his downward course.
His father wished to have him continue to work on the farm, and promised to give him a portion of it as soon as he was twenty-one; but farming was too dull a business for him. So he ran away when he was about seventeen, and went into a neighbouring state, where he procured employment; at first as an ostler at a tavern, and then he soon reached the height of his ambition, as the driver of four horses before a stage-coach. He soon formed intemperate habits; and on one occasion, when he was intoxicated, he suffered the horses to run away with the stage. There were no passengers in at the time, or they would certainly have been killed ; for the coach was overturned, and fell down a ledge nearly twenty feet high. He jumped from his seat just before the coach went over, and escaped with a sprained ancle and a bruised face.
He was then dismissed by his employer, and was obliged to return home. His father received him kindly, and tried to get him to go to work on the farın, but in vain. He
spent his time at the tavern in the village, till the landlord, partly to get rid of him, assisted him to a situation as a driver in a line of stages running through the village. He was in that situation when Joseph Reed landed at P. and took the stage for his native place.
My young reader, what do you intend to be when you are a man? What you will be, depends very much on the purpose you now form. If you cherish low aims, and make no effort at self-improvement, you will never secure an honourable standing among your fellow-men. Whether you hope to be a minister, teacher, or respectable and happy working man, be diligent now in employing all the opportunities of improvement which God puts within your reach, else in the end you may find yourself no better than William Marsh, the drunken stage-driver. -- New York Observer,
TWO KINDS OF RICHES. A LITTLE boy sat by his mother. He looked long in the fire, and was silent. Then, as the deep thought began to pass away, his eye grew bright, and he spoke : “Mother, I wish to be rich."
Why do you wish to be rich, my son?” And the child said, “ Because every one praises the rich. Every one inquires after the rich. The stranger at our table yesterday asked who was the richest man in the village. At school there is a boy who does not love to learn. He takes no pains to say well his lessons. Sometimes he speaks evil words. But the children blame him not, for they say, he is a wealthy boy."
The mother saw that her child was in danger of believing wealth might take the place of goodness, or be an excuse for indolence, or cause them to be held in honour who lead unworthy lives.
So she asked him, “What is it to be rich ?” And he answered, “I do not know. Yet tell me how I may become rich, that all may ask after me, and praise me!
The mother replied, “ To become rich is to get money
For this you must wait until you are a man.” Then the boy looked sorrowful, and said, “Is there not some other way of being rich, that I may begin now ?”
She answered, “The gain of money is not the only, nor the true wealth. Fires may burn it, the floods drown it, moth and rust waste it, and the robber make it his prey. Men are wearied with the toil of getting it, but they leave it behind at last. They die, and carry nothing away. The soul of the richest prince goeth forth like that of the wayside beggar without a garment. There is another kind of riches which is not kept in the purse, but in the heart. Those who possess them are not always praised
but they have the praise of God.” Then said the boy, “May I begin to gather this kind of riches now,
or must I wait till I grow up, and am a man?" The mother laid her hand upon his little head, and said, To-day, if
ye will hear His voice ; for He hath promised that those who seek early shall find."
And the child said, “ Teach me how I may become rich before God.” Then she looked tenderly on him, and said, “Kneel down every night and morning, and ask that in your heart you may love the dear Saviour, and trust in him. Obey his Word, and strive all the days of your life to be good, and to do good to all. So, though you may be poor in this world, you shall be rich in faith, and an heir of the kingdom of heaven.”
A BOY THAT WAS KILLED, BECAUSE HE
WOULD NOT TELL A LIE.
“The Daily Argus" published at Madison, Indiana, United States, contains the following harrowing recital. It says succeeding facts have been established by Judicial investigation and were related by the presiding judge. “A beautiful, fair-haired, blue-eyed boy, about nine years of age, was taken from the Orphan Asylum in Milwakee, and adopted by a respectable farmer of Marguette, a professor of religion, and a member of a church. A girl, a little older than the
boy, was also adopted into the same family. Soon after they were installed in their new home, the boy saw something improper in the conduct of his new mother, which he meniioned to the little girl, and it thereby came to the ears of the woman; she indignantly denied the story; her husband believed her statement, and she insisted that the boy should be whipped until he confessed the falsehood. The man-poor weak bigot—impelled by a sense of religious duty, proceeded to the task assigned him, by procuring a bundle of rods, stripping the child naked, and suspending him by a cord to the rafters of the house, and whipping him at intervals for over two hours, till the blood ran through the floor, making a pool in the room below; stopping only to rest and interrogate the boy, and getting no other reply than “Pa, I told the truth–I cannot tell a lie ;" the woman all this time urging him “ to do his duty.” The poor little hero, at length released from his torture, threw his arms around the neck of his tormentor, kissed, and said, “Pa, I am so cold,” and died. It appeared in the evidence upon the trial of this man and woman for murder, that the child did tell the truth, and suffered death by slow torture rather than tell a lie. The age of heroism and of martyrdom will not have passed till mothers cease to instil holy precepts into the minds of their offspring. The man and woman who murdered this angel child, are now in the penitentiary at Wanpun, to which they were sentenced for ten years.
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OUR INQUIRY OFFICE.
1. The sacred writings abound with figurative language, and, perhaps, none is so copious as that applied to the Redeemer. For instance, he is called a rock, a door, a way, a sun, a light, a shepherd, and a Branch. The term Branch is often employed to denote offspring or descendants. Thus in Job xviii. 16, where Bildad is speaking of the calamities that shall befall the wicked, we read, “ His branch shall be
cut off," meaning that his family shall become extinct. Again, in Isaiah, it
The branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low,” evidently implying, that the children of those who had held the rest of the people in subjection, should themselves be humbled. By reading from the fifth to the seventh verse of the eleventh chapter of Daniel, another proof of the correctness of this view may be obtained. The following passages will also throw further light upon the subject: Ezek. xix. 10, 14; Hosea xi. 6; xiv. 6. All that is intended in the passages quoted by W. D., therefore is, that Christ should be a descendant from Jesse, who was the father of David.
W. G. 2. To the question, “ Was James, who wrote the Epistle bearing his name, the brother of our Lord, mentioned in Matt. xiii. 15, and Gal. i. 19 ?” we have not received any satisfactory reply; we therefore shall briefly answer the question.— There were two apostles of Christ who had the name of James. One was a son of Zebedee, and brother to John. He was put to death by Herod. Acts xii. 2. His martyrdom is believed to have occurred twenty years before the Epistle of James was written. The other James was the son of Alpheus or Cleophas, and, it is believed, also, of the sister of the mother of Jesus. This James, therefore, was the cousin of our Lord, and, from the nearness of his relationship, is called “the brother of our Lord.” It is the opinion of learned men, that the Epistle was written by him. Acts xii. 17; xv. 13; xxi. 18.
To the inquiry on the use of the word “Saint,” we have received the following answer
3. The pith of G. P-'s four questions on the use of the word “Saint,” is found in the inquiry-is it proper to use any epithet which has been abused ? Many terms have been employed in an objectionable manner, and among them is the word “saint.” Its simple meaning is holy, sanctified, or consecrated; and in its use, in this sense, there is nothing improper, when applied either to the writers of the New Testament, or of the Old, to any departed Christian, or any living one. In this sense it is frequently employed in the