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friends. He was pale, confused, awe-stricken. Every one was trying to console him, but in vain. “Her loss," he exclaimed, “ does not affect me so much as her horrible ingratitude. Would you believe it, she died without leaving me anything in her will! I, who have dined with her, at her own house, three times a-week for thirty years ?"


Sublimer in this world know I nothing than a peasant saint, could such now anywhere be met with. Such a one will take thee back to Nazareth itself; thou wilt see the splendour of heaven spring from the humblest depths of earth like a light shining in great darkness.-Carlyle.

The deepest Artesian well in the world is at St. Louis, where, to furnish water to a sugar refinery, a shaft has been sunk to the depth of 2,200 feet, through the rock foundations on which the city rests.

John Wesley being asked by a nobleman, “What is humility ?" replied, “ My lord, humility, I think, consists in a man's thinking the truth about himself.”


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“John, what do you do for a living ?" " Oh, me preach." “Preach ! and do you get paid for it?" I sometimes get a shilling,” said the Indian ; "sometimes two shillings.” “ And isn't that mighty poor pay?" but it's mighty poor preaching."

DIFFICULTIES IN EDUCATION MASTERED. Alexander Murray was born in the parish of Minnigaff, in the shire of Kircudbright, Scotland, October 22nd, 1775. At that time his father was nearly seventy years of age, and had been a shepherd all his life, as his ancestors for many generations had also been. From his father Alexander received his first lessons in reading. This was in his sixth year, and he gives an amusing account of the process. The old man, he tells us, bought him a catechism, which had prefixed a copy of the alphabet, in large type ; but 6

as it was too good a book," he proceeds, "for me to



handle at all times, it was generally locked up ; and he throughout the winter, drew the figure of the letters to me in his written hand, on the board of an old wool-card, with the black end of an extinguished heather stem, or root snatched from the fire. I soon learned all the alphabet in this form, and became a writer as well as reader. I wrought with the board and brand continually. Then the catechism was presented, and in a month or two I could read the easiest parts of it. I daily amused myself with copying, as above, the printed letters. In May, 1782, he gave me a small psalm-book, for which I totally abandoned the catechism, which I did not like, and which I tore into two pieces, and concealed in a hole in a dyke. I soon got many psalms by memory, and longed for a new book. Here difficulties arose. The Bible used every night in the family I was not permitted to open or touch. The rest of

Ι the books were put up in chests. I at length got a New Testament, and read the historical parts with great curiosity and ardour. But I longed to read the Bible, which seemed to me a much more pleasant book; and I actually went to where I knew an old, loose-leaved Bible lay, and carried it away in piecemeal. I perfectly remember the strange pleasure I felt in reading the histories of Abraham and David. I liked mournful narratives, and greatly admired Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and the Lamentations. I pored on these pieces in the Bible in secret for many months, but I durst not show them openly; and as I read them constantly, and remembered them well, I soon astonished all our honest neighbours with the large passages of Scripture I repeated before them. I have forgotten too much of my biblical knowledge ; but I can still rehearse all the names of the patriarchs, from Adam to Christ, and various other narratives committed to memory.”



Borrowed garments seldom fit well. Haste very often trips up its own heels. Men often blush to hear what they are not ashamed to

Pride is 'a flower which grows in the devil's garden. More are drowned in the wine cup

than in the ocean.

What is not needed is dear at any price. He who buys too many superfluities may be obliged to sell his necessaries. A fool generally loses his estate before he finds his folly. A man who hoards riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles. Towers are measured by their shadows, and great men by their calumniators. That man who knows the world will never be bashful ; and that man who knows himself will never be impudent. Hasty words often rankle the wound which injury gives ; but soft words assuage it, forgiving cures it, and forgetting takes away

the scar.

“Pat, you are wearing your stockings wrong side outward.” “ Och, and don't I know it, to be sure,—there's a hole on the other side, there is.”

There is no music like the voice of a happy child, and no beauty like that in the face of an intelligent one.


In this dim world of clouding cares,

We rarely know, till wildered eyes

See white wings lessening up the skies,
The Angels with us unawares.
And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death!

Shall light thy dark up like a Star,

A Beacon kindling from afar
Our light of love and fainting faith.
Thro' tears it gleams perpetually,

And glitters thro' the thickest glooms,
Till the eternal morning comes

To light us o'er the Jasper Sea.
With our best branch in tenderest leaf,

We've strewn the way our Lord doth come :

And, ready for the harvest-home,
His Reapers bind our ripest sheaf,
Our Beautiful bird of light hath fled ;

Awhile she sat with folded wings,


Sang round us a few hoverings,-
Then straightway into glory sped.
And white-winged Angels nurture her,

With heaven's white radiance robed and crown'd,

And all Love's purple glory round,
She summers on the Hills of Myrrh.
Thro' Childhood's morning-land, serene

She walked betwixt us twain, like Love;

While, in a robe of light above,
Her better angel walked unseen.
Till life's highway broke bleak and wild ;

Then, lest her starry garments trail

In mire, heart bleed, and courage fail,
The angel's arms caught up the child.
Her wave of life hath backward rollid

To the great ocean, on whose shore

We wandered up and down, to store
Some treasures of the times of old:
And aye we seek and hunger on

For precious pearls and relics rare,

Strewn on the sands for us to wear
At heart, for love of her that's gone.
Ob, weep no more ! there yet is balm

In Gilead! Love doth ever shed

Rich healing where it nestles,-spread
O’er desert pillows some green Palm!
God's ichor fills the hearts that bleed, -

The best fruit loads the broken bough ;

And in the wounds our sufferings plough,
Immortal Love sows sovereign seed.


ANECDOTE OF THE DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE. His Honour Mr. Croute, a judicial functionary in the West of England, was recently one of four gentlemen in a Great Western Railway carriage, of divided compartments. He occupied one compartment, and two others the other compartment. The three chatted pleasantly. His honour, seated apart, joined not in the jaser. At length, one of them said, “ It is very cold, will you permit me to smoke a cigar?” The two with him replied readily in the affirmative; but his Honour, on being addressed, replied not. The querist then lit his cigar, and his Honour exclaimed, “If you do not put it out, I will give you in charge to the policeman." He repeated this. The smoker said, “Don't give me in charge, as I am on particular business. Here is my card, and I will answer the law in any shape.” The card bore the words, “ His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge." His Honour permitted the Duke to smoke without further let or hindrance.-+Western Times.

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Most of the women of the East are devoid of all accomplishments, either of body or mind; they possess no fascinating graces nor attractive charms; they have neither delicacy of sentiment, nor elegance of expression ; vulgar, obstinate, violent, malicious, revengeful, selfish, incapable of love and tenderness, and destitute of all the beauty and gentleness which captivate the heart, and render them estimable and the ornament of society. Another evil is, most of the women are married long before they understand the importance and responsibility of the step; and as the husband generally never sees his intended till the fatal die is cast, disappointed expectations, withered hopes, and delusive dreams, are his cruel lot, and he can only lull himself into contentment with the opiates which convenient Islamism, under such perplexing circumstances, affords its votaries. Five or six shillings procures a divorce, and the enslaved woman, a few weeks after the consummation of the marriage, becomes the prey of another tyrant, or, as many of the Persian females do, subsists on the miserable wages of iniquity. If the woman belongs to an ancient family, or is connected with any noble house, the husband dare not proceed to extremities, and rid himself of this courted encumbrance; but he endeavours to compensate himself by purchasing a white Circassian

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