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Bolted ccordlng to Act of Congre, In the year 18U, by
Wm. CaOaIT H. P. Niouou,
n the Clerk's Ofce of the District Cout of the District of

rIM.urns To us uamauasm.



WHEN parents buy a book for their chil-
dren, they will ask, Is it a good book ? and
What does it contain ? This is right, and it
would be well for our children to read those
books only which instruct the mind and regu-
late the affections.
By this series of stories, the compiler he .
bad in view principally the instruction of young
people. He has aimed to select and prepare
such as will convey a moral lesson, and suggest
reflections to young readers, by which they
may be led to see the importance of forming
virtuous habits, and of cultivating kind and be-
nevolent feelings towards others, obedience


to parents, respect for the aged, and tender-
ness to animals and birds. It is hoped that
the representation of those virtues which ex-
hibit the beauty of character by a familiar
story, will be the means of doing some good.
If an instructive lesson will make good im-
pressions.upon the minds of young readers,
then the book will not fail of our great object
in commending it to the attention of parents
for their children. Many of the stories con-
tain facts in the history and conduct of others,
which will be readily seen by the reader to
contain clews to the formation of character.
N. H.



MOTHER, may brother and I go Maying ?"
asked a little girl on the first morning of May,
She was about nine years of age, with
pleasant black eyes and smooth brown hair;
and although she might not be considered
handsome, her mild, affectionate disposition
endeared her to many hearts. She was a lover
of flowers, and displayed a fine taste in the
arrangement of her little bouquets. Often has
she, on coming in from school, presented her
mother with a nosegay of wild-flowers, culled
from the way-side,- so small and so common
that they were unheeded by others.
Little E-'s health, always delicate, had
been much more so for a few weeks; aod as

the morning was damp, her mother thought she
had better wait until another time. Happy in-
deed was she, when, a few mornings after, she
and her brother had permission to go out into
the field, and down by the edge of the swamp,
to look for the modest violet and blushing May-
flower. But Spring had been chary of her
blossoms, and the little fower-gatherers were
somewhat disappointed at their ill success.
They were about to return; and still they lin-
gered, as though unwilling to go without some
token f 't the gentle maiden's footsteps."
They searched every little nook, and around
the foot of the tall trees, almost in vain, when
at last her eye rested on something which she
determined to secure. It was a little rose-bush,
" so cunning and so pretty," that she would
transplant it in her own little garden at the end
of the house.
But her fond anticipations were not realized.
The most precious floweret was herself about
to be transplanted from this vale of tears to
the paradise of God. She was a good girl,
and by her kind disposition won the epteem
and affection of all her associates.- Rdt e
account of

She was soon taken ill, and from the first
seemed to feel that she should not recover, and
asked her mother's aunt if she might be put in
her tomb by the side of little M- a Pser
about two years old, who had died a few
months previous' said she should not get well,
but thought she should go to heaven. Her
mother said to her, Why, E- you know
that you are a sinner." ." Yes," said she, "but
I think God has forgiven my sins. Christ died
for such little girls as I am." As her disease
affected her head, she was delirious the most
of the time after this conversation, but still a
spirit of love seemed to pervade every action.
SOccasionally her reason would resume its seat
for a few moments, and she would ask her
father to plant her flower-garden, remarking
that the other children's flowers would be
ahead of hers.
The rosy month of June was ushered in.
The birds, rejoicing in the sunlight, were filling
theqr with their melody; the trees, laden with
p#3m1e, scarce moved their branchlets to the
in zephyr but the little suffered by oldd

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and still. The beauties of the lovely morning
were unheeded by her. The young spirit was
revelling in beauties which shall never fade, and
basking in that light and glory which shall
never dim.
Forcibly were the fond parents reminded of
the "Dying Boy," and as they thought of
that act which had been almost her last, they
felt particularly the application of this verse :-
"Sister, the young rose-tree
Which all the spring has been my constant care,
Just putting forth its leaves so green and fair,
I give to thee;
And when its roses bloom
I shall be gone away; my short race run;
And will you not bestow a single one
Upon my tomb ?"
And thus E-'s rose-bush became a cher-
shed thing; and when, the same season, it put
forth two tender blossoms, the simple request
was obeyed, and the sweet flowers she loved
became hers, even in death,- they were laid
upon her tomb.
Another loved one has been laid by her side.
The affectionate father, after three years of
pain and suffering, was called to meet his angel-
daughters where sorrow may not enter; and

although nearly twelve years have passed since
its transplantation, the little rose-bush still
survives cold winter's chilling frosts, and sum-
mer's parching heat, and annually are its roses
laid, by affection's hand, upon their humble
tomb. 8.
S- ,'1849.

A liINIsTER, in teaching some children the
nature of the soul, took from his pocket, a
watch, and said, -" James, what is this I hold
in my hand ?" "A watch, Sir." How do
you know it is a watch ?" It ticks, Sir."
"Can you hear it tick?" "Yes, Sir, we
hear it."
He then took off the case, and held the case
in one hand and the watch in the other.
"Now, children, which is the watch ?"
"The smallest one in your right hand, Sir."
How do you know ? he asked.
Because it ticks," said James.
"Now I will lay the case aside, out of sigt.
You now hear the watch tick without the case.

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goes and keeps time just as well as with the case.
Now the body is the case, the soul is in-
side. The body may be taken off and buried
up ; but the soul will live and think just as well
as this watch will go with the case off."
This made it plain to the children, and one
of them went home and told his mother that
"his thoughts would tick after he was dead."
S. S. Teacher.

I CAN remember an incident in my child-
hood, which has given a turn to my whole life
and character. I found a nest of birds in my
father's field, which held four young ones.
They had no down when I first discovered
them. They opened their little mouths as if
they wey hungry, and I gave them some
crumbs which were in my pocket. Every day
I returned to feed them. As soon as school
was done, I would run home for some bread,
and sit by the nest to see them eat, for an hour
at a time. They were now feathered, and
almost ready to fly. When I came one morn-
ing, I found them all cut up into quarters. The

grass round the nest was red with blood.
Their little limbs were raw and bloody. The
mother was on a tree, and the father gn the
wall, mourning for their young. I cried myself,
for I was a child. I thought, too, that the
parents looked on me as the author of their
miseries, and this made me still more unhappy.
I wanted to undeceive them. I wanted to
sympathize with and comfort them. When I
left the field, they followed me with their eyes
and with mournful reproaches. I was too young
and too sincere in my grief to make any apos-
trophes. But I can never forget my feelings.
The impression will never be worn away, nor
can I ever cease to abhor every species of
inhumanity toward inferior animals."
Channing's JMemoirs.

An agent, soliciting funds for a certain 'be-
nevolent object, called upon the minister of a
poor country town, made known his object, and
inquired of that minister whether there wereey
individuals in his parish who would contril
for that object. The minister answer "No."

Then, checking himself, he said, We have,
however, one man who considers himself as a
steward of the property of God. Perhaps he
would give something. You will find him upon
the mountain yonder." The agent toiled .up
the steep ascent, and approached his dwelling.
It was built of logs, and its door was opened by
a leather string. He entered, and made known
the object of his visit. We have," said the
benevolent farmer, for several years, consid-
ered all the products of our farm, above what is
necessary for the supply of our wants, as the
Lord's property, to be devoted to some good
object. We have so disposed of the whole this
year, excepting one article, that is, our cheese.
It may be worth twenty or twenty-five dollars.
We had not determined to what object to de-
vote it. We will give you that." This man,
living in his cabin of logs, and cultivating a small
farm upoh the mountain, was accustomed to
give, for purposes of benevolence, about three
hundred dollars yearly.

D-, whose father resided on Indian River,

near the Capes of Delaware. The year after
his marriage, he sailed for Europe. After the
ship was safe out at sea, he retired to his cabin,
and committed to writing a prayer for his wife
and unborn child. The prayer was dated
August 23, 1757. It was not seen by any per-
son for over fifty-six years. It was then found
in an old chest, among the books, papers, and
sea-charts of Captain K- which was re-
turned to his wife after his death in Europe.
The child for whom the prayer was. dictated
was a'son. When Mrs. K- opened the
chest, she told her son that she was certain it
was his father's chest, and locked it up again
without examining all its contents, with the in-
tention that, when he became a man, it should
be given to him. At the age of eighteen the
son enlisted in the regiment of Delaware Blues,
and marched for Boston in 1775. He then
went to the South, where he was dangerously
wounded, and was taken prisoner on the spot.
He was exchanged for another soldier, and
joined the army under General Greene. He
remained in the American army until the close
of the war. At the close of the mir, he
returned to his mother's residence, inlIlMl o

State. He was now twenty-five years old,
and had imbibed, during the war, bad habits,
which caused much grief to his mother. It
was soon discovered that he was a dangerous
associate among the youth of his neighbourhood.
He avoided his Christian mother on account of
his guilt. At length his mother died, and on
her death-bed she gave him the key of his
father's chest, with an injunction for him to
keep the chest and its contents for his father's
sake and hers. He took the key, and put it in
his pocket, promising to comply with her re-
quest. He took the chest home, and stowed it
away up stairs, but did not open it for several
years afterwards, for the reason that he was
told that his father was a Christian, and he did
not wish to meet with any thing on the subject
of religion. In 1814, when be (the son) was
in his fifty-sixth year, he thought of examining
his father's books and papers in the old chest.
He spent some time in opening it, as the lock
had become rusty. When he had opened it,
he took out a book entitled "Christian Philoso-
phy," which had his father's name written on
the title-page. At the bottom of the chest he dis-
covered a paper, neatly folded, and indorsed on

the back of it," The prayer of Mitchel K-
for blessings on his wife and child." He open-.
ed it and read it. The circumstanA under
which it was written rushed upon his mind and
overwhelmed him; for often had his mother led
him, when a lad, to the beach, and pointed to
him the direction where she had traced the last
glimpse of flowing canvas that bore his father
from her, never to return. He put the paper
back again into the chest, determined never to
unlock it again; but he could not forget his
father's prayer. Its influence upon him was
such, that his neighbours thought him deranged ;
but to convince his friends that he had a
just cause for it, he unlocked the chest, and took
out his father's prayer. It was the means of
his becoming a Christian.

THE robin appears very frequently about
our dwellings in mid-winter. As insects for
food are not found then in the woods and fields,
it comes to our dwellings to pick up the crumbh
A redbreast once found an abode in the house

standing in the garden. The house was nearly
covere# th ivy, and round some of the win-
dows wl a light trellis, with which roses and
other flowers were interwoven. Within this
trellis a nest was formed, near the window of
the parlour.. As the window was not opened,
and care was taken not to disturb her, she in
due time reared her young, and they went off
in safety. Children should never disturb the
birds'nests. It takes them much time to build
them. If you watch the mother, as she flies
to her little home and family, you will notice
that she has food in her bill, which she carefully
deposits in the mouths of her young. She
covers them at night, and also when the cold
winds blow, with her wings.


A PAIR of robins chose for their dwelling a
small out-building, which served as a deposito-
ry for potatoes, harness, and various other arti-
cles, and was often visited by its owners. It
closely adjoined, too, a large blacksmith's shop,

where a huge hammer, worked not by hand,
but by water, kept up a constant noise. OThese
circumstances might be supposed to dBlrm the
settlers, but they were undisturbed: they en-
tered through a window-frame, and actually
built their first nest, early in the Spring, in a
child's covered cart, which, with its horse at-
tached to it, was hanging to a peg, and just af-
forded space for the purpose. So curious a
circumstance attracted attention, and many
came to look at the nest, where the birds, with-
out displaying any alarm, reared their first brood.
The song of the robin attracts regard, not
only for its sweetness and peculiarity, but also
for the indication it affords of changes in the
atmosphere. When spring comes be warbles,
for a short time, in so singular a strain, as
even to startle and puzzle those who often lis-
ten to the notes of birds. Though the weather
in summer may be unsettled and rainy, he is
sometimes observed on the roof of a house,
or on some topmost twig in the evening, pour-
ing forth his mellow or liquid notes, and sing-
ing cheerfully and heartily. In autumn his pip-
ings are grave, but sweet; and in winter a few
chirps are all that are to be expected.

Come, sweetest of the feathered throng,
And soothe me with thy plaintive song:
Ia cup, sweet bird, I 'II daily fill
At yonder peaceful, bubbling rill;
Hop o'er my cheering hearth, and be
One of my peaceful family.

SIR WILLIAM JONEs would never permit
the Cocila, whose wild native wood-notes an-
nounce the approach of spring, to be caught in
his garden. Even when a fine young Manis
or Pangolin was brought to him from the
mountains, he requested it to be carried back
to its home again, because he could not pre-
serve it in comfort. He says be never could
learn by what right, or conceive with what feel-
ings, a naturalist can occasion the misery of an
innocent bird, and leave its young to perish in a
cold nest, merely because it has gay plumage.

HABITS of neatness, cleanliness, and order
are indispensable to a female, if she have any
regard to the comfort of others, or to hersown.
Young girls may extend the comforts of life,

and be its principal ornaments. Attention to
dress, therefore, is necessary.
A lady, who well knew the distinctions which
should be observed in dress, ordered a cap to
be made by a milliner.
"How will you have it made ?" inquired
the milliner.
Make it," replied the lady, so that it will
not excite a thought."

WHEN Philip Henry sought the hand of
the only daughter and heiress of Mr. Matthews
in marriage, an objection was made by her
father, who admitted that he was a gentleman, a
scholar, and an excellent preacher ; but he was
a stranger, and they did not even know where
he came from." True," said the daughter,
who had well weighed the excellent qualities
and graces of the stranger, but I know where
he is going, and I should like to go with him,"
and they walked life's pilgrimage together.
How different would be our estimate of people,
if w# judged less by their origin, and more
by their destiny !

AT the great temperance celebration in
Washington city, a grand procession of fifteen
hundred children marched through the walks of
the Capitol grounds, presenting a picture fraught
with delightful contemplations to the Christian
and the patriot. Mr. Adams, who was then
President of the United States, looked upon
them with great earnestness in all their march-
ing and countermarching, and seeing in their
intelligence and virtue the basis of safety to
our institutions, remarked, that, to build a
good edifice, the foundation must be well laid."
Young friends, you will form that foundation in
a life of virtue and intelligence.

REV. ANDREW FULLER being one day in
the Bank of England, one of the clerks show-
ed him some ingots of gold. Mr. Fuller took
one of them up, and, after examining it, laid it
down, saying, How much better to have this
in the hand than in the heart !"

LIT order o'er your time preside,
And method all your business guide.
One thing at once be still begun,
Contrived, resolved, pursued, and done.
Hire not for what yourself can do,
And send not when yourself can go.
Ne'er till to-morrow's light delay
What might as well be done to-day.


Ma. KEENER relates the following story: -
A little boy called at the house of a lady, and
asked for a piece of bread, saying," If you will
give me some, I will tell you something that will
be of use to you all your lifetime." The lady's
curiosity was much excited, and she immediately
gave him a piece of bread, and then asked him
what it was. The little boy replied,-" Before
you begin to sew, Madam, always put a knot in
your thread, and you will save the jirst eti.c."
Mtoral.- In the thread of instruction, be
sure and tie the knot at the commencement.
A vat amount of labor will be saved.


MARK that parent hen," said a father to his
beloved son. With what anxious care does
she call together her offspring, and cover them
with her expanded wings The kite is hover-
ing in the air, and, disappointed of his prey,
may perhaps dart upon the hen herself, and
bear her off in his talons.
Does not this suggest to you the tenderness
and affection of your mother ? Her watchful
care protected you in the helpless period of in-
fancy, when she nourished you with her milk,
taught your limbs to move, and your tongue to
lisp its unformed accents. In childhood she
has mourned over your little griefs ; has rejoiced
in your innocent delights ; has administered to
you the healing balm in sickness; and has in-
stilled into your mind the love of truth, of
virtue, and of wisdom. 0, cherish every sen-
timent of respect for such a mother! She
merits your warmest gratitude, esteem, and
veneration." Remember what Mr. Grey said,
-" We may have many friends, but we can
have but one mother."


A MAN who was notorious for his bad habits
met his physician and said, "Doctor, I am
very much troubled about the stomach ; what
do you think the matter is ?" "All very easily
accounted for," said the physician ; you have
water on the chest." "Water come, thatwill
do well enough for a joke. But how could
I get water on my chest, when I have for fifteen
years drank water only when it was mixed
with ? If you had said brandy, Sir, you
would have hit it."


ELLEN'S mother was so very anxious to see
her always have an open and ingenuous temper,
that she was alarmed by the least appearance
of concealment. One day she overheard her
talking with her cousin Jane, who was older
than herself; and, among other things, she said,
with great earnestness, "Now don't tell."
She immediately called them both to her, and
Ellen told her at once the whole story.

"Why, dear mother," said she, "there is
a bird's nest just by, and so low among the ivy
that the boys can reach it. Last night one of
the poor little birds fell out of its nest; so I
told cousin of it, and she came and put it back,
and I am fraid "the boys will find the nest, and
take away the little ones from the poor bird;
so I begged Jane not to tell them of it."
Must we not think that this was a very kind
,0*T0aiutir, as well as a very frank one ? And
must not her mother have felt very happy to
find two such excellent qualities in her little
daughter ?


Tao opening rose in summer time
h beautiful to me,
And glorious the many star
That glimmer on the sea;
But gentle words and loving hearts,
And hands to clasp my own,
Are better than the brightest flowers,
Or stars that ever shone.
The sun may warm the grae to life,
The dew, the drooping fower,
And eyee grow bright, and watch the light
Of autumn's opening hour;

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But words that breathe of tenderness,
And smiles we know are true,
Are warmer than the summer time,
And brighter than the dew.

It is not much the world can give,
With all its subtle art,
And gold and gems are not the this
To s tisfy the heart;
But, O, if those who cluster round
The altar and the hearth
Have gentle words bd loving miles,
How beautiful is earth!


HE was five years old, and while at school,
and sitting in his class with some older boys,
he was passed by as the names of the scholars
were being taken on the temperance pledge'
On his return home, he went to his mother with
a sorrowful face. Mother, Mr. W. did not
put my name down." Why, Francis," said
his mother, I suppose he thought you was too
little." "Well mother," said he, "if I am
too little, I don't want to be a drunken man."

THE boy who had received his temperance
medal at school was carrying a bucket of
water through the street, when he was accosted
thus:-"Holloa, Peter, what's that you 've got
on your neck ?" "My medal," says Peter.
What's that for ?" Why, so as not to get
drunk. It is a temperance medal." "Well,
what good will the medal do? I don't see how
that will keep you temperate." "Why," says
Peter, I have made a promise, but then, you
know, I might forget and drink something;
now I have got my medal, so au not to forget;
that 's what it's for."

THOSE islands which so beautifully adorn
the Pacific were reared up from the bed of
the ocean by the little coral insect, which de-
posits one grain of sand at a time. I have
seen the picture of a mountain, with a man at
its base, with his hat and coat lying beside him,

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and a pickaxe in his hand ; and as he digs,
stroke by stroke, his patient looks correspond
with his words, Little by little."
.Moral.- So with human exertions. The
greatest results of the mind are produced by
small but continued exertions.

SiR IsAAc NEWTro rose high, and his name
is immortalized ; but he began his greatness by
making an almanac. He continued to make
it for years, and rose step by step till he was
acknowledged the head of modern philosophers.
That great man, who returned to his study,
and found that his little dog had turned over
his table and burned up his papers, on which he
had been engaged for years, yet calmly said,
"You have done me a great mischief, Dia-
mond." Without a murmur he sat down, and
began to do over the same great work. He
completed it, and it was the admiration of the


THE aged prisoner of the Bastile, after he
was liberated, entreated that he might return to
his dungeon, because he had formed habits
there which his nature sunk under in attempting
to breakup.
Good or bad habits@ formed in early life, are
not easily abandoned.

WHEN Sir William Jones was about fve
years old, he was turning over the leaves of a
Bible one morning in his mother's chamber,
when he read the sublime description of the
angel, in the tenth chapter of Revelation. He
wished to know more about it, and wanted his
mother to tell him. But she said to him,
"Read and you will know." To this advice
Sir William attributed his grgat proficiency in
knowledge. It As the daily answer of his
mother to all his inquiries on subjects re-
specting which he had the means of knowing.

THERE are some plants which give light. A
gentleman once observed, in the shady recesses
of some rocks, in England, a brilliaqt gold and
green light, which appeared to proceed from a
fine network of moss, growing upon thb rocks.
In the coal-mines near Dresden, in Germany,
there are certain mosses which are said to be
abundant and luminous, and are described by a
visitor as appearing in wonderful beauty. "The r
abundance of these plants,') he' says, was
so great, that the roof, walls, and pillars were
entirely covered with them. They cast a eau-
tiful, dazzling light around, resembling a faint

"I MAKE it a rule," said the philosopher,
"never to believe any thing which I cannot
understand." He was heal to say this byhis
little daughter, who was aboeu eight years old.
She remembered the remark, and treasured it
up in her heart.

One day, while walking with her father, she
discovered a violet, and she stooped down to
pick it up, saying, at the same time, "Father,
what mpakes this little flower grow ? "
'Dhe heat and moisture, and the principle
of vegetable life," was the reply.
"But how does it grow ?" said the child.
"Why, it is the course of nature," replied
the philosopher.
Is nature alive, and has it power to make
flowers ?"
"I cannot tell you, my child; we only
know the fact tht such things are."
",Well, father, yqu believe the flower
"Certainly," he replied; "why do you
Because I heard you say, the other day,
that you never believed any thing you could
not understand. Now may I not believe in
God, though I may not comprehend his being?"
The father stood rebuked, wept, and answer-
ed, Yes, my chi d, believe,.-you have con-
S.quwred my unbehll."

Mr father," says Andrew Fuller, was a
farmer, and in my young er days it was a great
boast along the ee they could
plough rrows or
ridges I ,o this
as ha
line ght,
'Now I have
and, t
which lto
keep b p
allel line i' the
furrow,; i a lrger in
mine t th I threw
aside the A d r to be an

A PAnRT of boys and girls went one afternoon
to pick blackberries, which were very plenty'
about a mile from their homes. Each one had
a bake, pail, or cup. Jemmy Thompson bad

the smallest vessel of all, and expected soon to
fill it. He went in among the thickest of the
vines, picking one or two of the largest here
and there. He trampled many of the vines
down, and seemed less disposed to stop at a
proper place, and go to work industriously to
fill his basket. He wandered all over the pas-
ture, till he was quite tired, and began to think
there were no blackberries. When he return-
ed to the party, he found they had filled their
baskets, while the bottom of his was scarcely
covered. The children were very kind, and
gladly gave him a full basket to carry home.
Moral.-The way to acquire knowledge on
any thing that is worth seeking is, to set about
it in good earnest where you are, and keep
steadily at work till the end is attained. Some
children read books as Jemmypicked berries.
Time is lost by roaming everywhere for

THE idle boy soon grows torpid, and, if he
does not get rid of it, will soon become the
Indian in his feelings, and adopt their maxim,

viz.: "It is better to walk than to run, and
better to stand still than to walk, and better to
sit than to stand, and better to lie down than to
sit up."
He that shall walk with vigor three hours a
day will pass in seven years a space equal
to the circumference of the globe. Never be
idle. Make yourselves useful. Luther as-
tonished all Europe by presenting a perfect
translation of the Bible, which he performed
amid all his travels and active labors. He had
a system of doing something every day, that
would be a benefit to. himself, or to others
around him.

HEARKEN to me, all you school-boys who
can read or are learning to read ; and hearken
to me, also, all you school-girls who know how
to handle a needle; for I have an excellent
piece of advice for you. It is this: -
Whether gladnu and mirth,
Or afflition, be given;
In walking through ,tb,
Keep your eyes upon heaven.

PRAY, of what did your brother die ?"
said Marquis Spinola to Sir Horace Vere.
" He died, Sir," he replied, "of having nothing
to do." Alas, Sir, said Spinola, that is
enough to kill any general of us all !" Con-
sult what you will do wisely, and then resolve

MR. BREWER, while student, was always
noted for being punctual at the tutor's house in
attending the lectures. At stated hours, the
students all met for recitation. One morning
the clock struck seven, and all .pse for prayers.
The tutor, looking round, and observing that
Mr. B. was not present, paused awhile. Seeing
him now enter the room, he thus addressed him.
Sir, the clock has struck, and we were thus
ready to begin ; but as you were absent, we
supposed it was too fast, and therefore waited."
The clock was thus proved to be too fast for
some minutes.


A LADY, having lost her husband, com-
forted herself by reflecting, that she had two
lovely boys left to cheer her. By a severe ac-
cident, one of them was soon taken away.
She had one left. On him she fixed all her
affection. Shortly after, this one was drowned.
She calmly said, "I see, God will have all my
She received the following lines from a
friend : -
"In a sweet spot, which wisdom chose,
Grew a unique and lovely rose.
A flower so fair was seldom borme,-
A rose almost without a thorn.
Each passing stranger stopped to view
A plant possessing charms so new.
"' Think not, though hidden from thine eyes,
The infant plant neglected lies; -
No, I've another garden, where,
In richer soil and purer air,
It now transplanted, there to shine
In beauties fairer far than thine.'

Thus had the gardener scarcely spoken,
Er the sweet cup of bliss was broken;

The gardener came, and with one stroke
He from the root the offspring took, -
Took from the soil wherein it grew,
And hid it from the parent's view."

WHEn be was twelve years old, Judith, his
step-mother, was sitting, one day, surrounded by
her family, with a manuscript of Saxon poetry
in her hands. She proposed a reward to the one
who would the soonest learn to read it. The
elder princes, and others in mature youth,
thought the reward inadequate to the task;
but Alfred took the book, found out an instruc-
tor, and learned to read it. Owing to this cir-
cumstance, it is stated, he became a celebrated
literary man. His three brothers died ignorant,
and but little known.

His father died when he was about ten years
old. The care of his education then devolved
on his mother. A few years after, George
wanted to go to sea. At the age of fifteen, he

procured a situation on board of a ship, that
of a midshipman in the British navy. But his
mother interposed, and she alone prevented a
step which would probably have changed the
whole course of his future life.

IT has been supposed, if a private country
gentleman, about the year 1730, had not been
overturned in his carriage, that America might
have continued a dependent colony. 'This
gentleman was Augustine Washington, Esq.,
who was by the accident thrown into the com-
pany of a lady, who afterwards became his
wife, and the mother of Washington.

PASCAL lost his mother when be was three
years old. His father was an amiable man
and a good scholar. After his mother's de-
cease, the whole duty of educating him devolv-
ed on his father, and he spared no pains in

giving young Pascal (his son) an education.
He sent him to no college, but, at home, in-
structed him in logic, natural philosophy, and
other branches of learning. At the age of
twenty-four, he became convinced of the truth
of Christianity. And the influence of his re-
ligious principles and character was felt by
others, and among them was Pascal's beloved
father. That same father, who was so earnest
to impart literary and scientific knowledge to
his child, was in latter years instructed by the
same child in heavenly wisdom. Was not the
father amply paid for all his attention to his
son ? Get Pascal's Thoughts, and read them.
The book contains passages, the depth and
beauty of which are incomparable.

Do you complain that you have nothing to
begin with ? Tom," you say, has a farm,
and Harry has one thousand dollars, but I have
nothing." Now you have hands, which you
would not part with for Tom's farm, or
Harry's thousand dollars ; so that, if you are in-

dustrious, and Harry is lazy, you will be in the
end richer than he is. Industry and good
health is an excellent capital with which a
young man may begin the world. All depends
upon setting out upon the right principles, and
among them are these: -
1. Be Industriou.
Time and skill are your capital.
2. Be Saving.
Whatever it be, live within your income.
3. Be Prudent.
Buy not what you can do without.
4. Be Resolute.
Let your economy be always of to-day, and
not to-mogrow.
5. Be Contented and Thankful.
A cheerful spirit makes labor light, and sleep
sweet, and all around happy ; -all which is
much better than being only rich.

WHAT is prayer ? It is the earnest desire
of the heart for something that we think we
need, and that we want to obtain. To re.

peat a few words with the lips may be called
saying our prayers, but this is not prayer, un-
less we feel in our hearts an earnest desire for
what we ask.
A little girl was playing on a green bank, by
the side of a large pond: her foot slipped, and
she fell into the water, where she would soon
have been drowned, if there had been no
one near to save her; but a man was working
in the next field, who saw her danger, and ran
to help her. You can imagine how earnestly
she called to him when she fell, and how great
was her desire that he should hear and help
One day, a poor old man went to the door
of a gentleman's house, and begged for a little
food. He had not tasted any thing for two
days, and he was famishing with hunger; he
had nothing to eat, and no money to buy a loaf
of bread. He begged for a dry crust, to save
him from dying of want; and when the serv-
ants would have sent him away without relief,
he again and again asked them to pity him, in
the most entreating words, and even with tears.
From either of these cases you may learn
what I mean by an earnest desire of the heart.

The little girl who was in danger of drowning,
the poor man who was perishing with hunger,
each felt this earnest desire.


DAYS of my youth! ye have glided away;
Hairs of my youth ye are frosted and gray;
Eyes of my youth! your keen sight is no more;
Cheeks of my youth ye are furrowed all o'er;
Strength of my youth all your vigor is gone;
Thoughts of my youth your gay visions are flown.

Days of my youth I wish not your recall;
Hairs of my youth I 'm content you should fall;
Eyes of my youth! ye much evil have seen;
Cheeks of my youth bathed in tears have ye been;
Strength of my youth! why lament your decay?
Thoughts of my youth ye have led me astray.

Days of my age! ye will shortly be past;
Pains of my age! yet awhile ye can last;
Joys of my age in true wisdom delight;
Eyes of my age! be religion your light;
Thoughts of my age dread ye not the cold sod;
Hopes of my age be ye fixed on your God.


ON a winter morning, a man commenced
digging a path through a deep snow, and lie
seemed to make but little headway. At length,
getting out of breath, he stopped and marked
out the width of his path with his shovel, then
marked out the width of each shovelful. In
fifteen minutes he did more than in thirty min-
utes previously, while working without a plan,
and he did it easier and neater. I will give
you an example of doing up your work by the
He always hung his slate at his study-table,
and the following, says Mr. Todd, is what I
saw on his slate one morning:-
a. Horse ; errands, and dig paths.
b. Carry my child to school; pay postage-bill.
c. Write from nine till dinner.
d. Write to C-, inviting him; also to
I- at N. H.
e. Examine the use of the word in Eph. iv.
f. Visit Mr. M., sick ; also two families in
Maple St.

g. Get some straw for horse.
h. Preach this evening.
i. Last, fix the pump so it will not freeze up.
Experience will tell you that you will be
most successful in your duties and pursuits,
when you are most careful as to method.

REMEMBER now thy Creator in the days
of thy youth." When you pray, say, Our
Father, who art in heaven." Blessed are
the pure in heart: for they shall see God."
" Swear not at all." "He that will see good
days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and
his lips from speaking guile." Children,
obey your parents in the Lord: for this is
right." "When my father and my mother
forsake me, then the Lord will take me up."
"Jn idle soul shall suffer hunger." "It is
more blessed to give than to receive." "Little
children, let no man deceive you: he that doeth
righteousness is righteous." "My little chil-
dren, let us not love in word, neither in tongue,
but in deed and in truth." Jesus said:

Learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart.
I am the way, and the truth and the life. I am
the good shepherd. Whosoever liveth and be-
lieveth in me shall never die."

EVERY Christmas since Charles was two
years old, his father had dressed a Christmas-
tree for him, after the fashion of his own coun-
try. This was always the happiest day in the
year to him. He spared no pains, no time, in
adorning the tree, and making it as beautiful as
possible. This year he went himself into the
woods with Charles and his pupils, and selected
a fine spruce-tree, and spent many hours in pre-
paring it, and cutting ornaments for it of differ-
ent colored paper, etc. . . Then he placed
wax tapers on every branch, carefully, so as to
light the tree perfectly, but not to set fire to
any thing. . . After tea, at the ringing of a
bell, the door of the room where the tree was
placed was opened, and the children entered.
Dr. Follen always placed himself where he
could see the children's faces as they entered.
"It was in their eyes," he used to say, "that

he loved to see the Christmas-tree." After
the lights were burned out, and the baskets of
sugar-plums that hung on the tree were distrib-
uted, the children began their amusements.

Just before a certain Christmas and a cer-
tain New-Year's day, a boy's head was full--
as boys' heads are apt to be at that season-
of all sorts of conjectures and fancies, in regard
to the presents he meant to make and the pres-
ents he hoped to receive. Almost every hour
he was wondering what father would give him,
- what mother would give him,- what his el-
der brothers and sisters, his uncles, aunts, and
cousins, and all his friends, would give him.
One evening he talked and guessed and wished
and thought aloud, with his little sister, about
the expected gifts, till bed-time. He was not
quite willing, when the clock struck his hour,"
to march up stairs : still, as he never sat up
later, unless on some very remarkable occa-
sion, like a birth-night or a Thanksgiving-night,
he did march; and was soon snug between
the sheets'and tucked up warmly. For a few
moments he sung and chattered away to him.

self: but an afternoon of sliding and skating
had made him rather tired, and it was not long
before his eyes closed and his body went to
sleep. But his spirit would not go to sleep
too, at least not soundly. It kept thinking
in a queer way, about many queer things. At
last it had -or, as the spirit is the REAL boy,
I will say he had- quite a long and continued
DREAM. And here is
The boy dreamed that it was Christmas
Eve, that a little bell rung, and that he,
holding his sister by the hand, entered, with all
the family, a large and beautiful room, which
was as light as noonday. In the centre of
the room stood quite a tall tree : and by the
side of the tree stood a lady, clad in a shin-
ing, flowing robe of white, with a wreath of
orange blossoms around her head, fastened in
front by a diamond star: and from underneath
the wreath long curls of golden hair flowed
down over her shoulders. Her countenance
was very lovely : it seemed to the boy as if
her smile was even sweeter, purer, and more
full of affection than the smile of his mother;

it went right to his heart, and won his confi-
dence in an instant. As soon as she caught his
steady and trustful look, she pointed to the tree
with one hand and beckoned him with the other
to come towards it. He went' towards it, lead-
ing his sister. The tree resembled and yet was
unlike every Christmas-tree he had ever seen
before : the branches appeared more graceful,
- the leaves of a deeper living green," the
tapers gave a softer and yet more brilliant light.
Instead of toys, and baskets of sugar-plums,
and papers of candy, suspended from the twigs,
there was a number of small festoons, which
looked as if made of the softest and most deli-
cate satin of various colors, though not a single
color was gaudy or glaring; and interspersed
among the tapers and festoons were several
kinds of modest flowers, snowdrops, rose-buds,
lilies of the valley, and the like, all as fresh as
if just gathered with the dew of the summer's
morning upon them, and shedding through the
room a delightful odor. Presently the lady
slightly touched, one after another, the festoons,
and they all unrolled and hung down, as it were,
so many silken banners. At the top of each was
a picture ; below the picture, in golden letters,

a sentence by itself, and underneath that, per-
fectly distinct lines of reading. When all the
festoons were unfolded and had arranged them-
selves gracefully, so as to be bathed in the clear-
est light, the lady made a sign to the boy and his
sister to look and read, as much as they wished.
The children were glad to do so, and they look-
ed and read with eager eyes and delighted hearts,
till they had gone over every silken page, and
some of them more than once. The tree was
loaded with gifts, and the boy dreamed of see-
ing banners upon it with excellent mottoes upon
them, such as Blessed are the peace-makers,"
- Overcome evil with good,"- Resist not
evil,"--" Suffer little children to come unto
me." On the latter was a beautiful poem,
which the boy read.

After the boy had read this poetry, the
angel-like lady pointed to the top of the tree :
and there he saw a golden cross, with a small,
beautifully bound book leaning against it, fast-
ened by a wreath of young olive-leaves, and it
was lettered in gold, "WORDS OF JESUS AND
GOOD MEN TO CHILDREN." The lady loos-

ened the wreath and opened the volume, and
held it towards the boy. On the two pages he
could see, he found many precepts and prom-
ises for children.
Presently the lady closed the book and gave
it to the boy, and taking him by the hand,
walked round the tree, and pointed to each of
the silken banners. Then looking upon him
with a sweet smile, she said, in a clear, gentle
voice, -" Go, and do thou likewise : and thy
whole life shall be a Christmas-tree, making
thyself and many others happy." The boy
awoke : and the bright sun of a winter's
morning was pouring its beams into his cham-
ber. But he never forgot this dream. The
Christmas-tree was ever living and green in his
memory ; and often, till he was an old man,
and on his death-bed even, did he remember
and find wisdom and comfort and hope in the
lessons of truth it had taught him.

AT a temperance celebration on the Fourth
of July, a company of bright boys and girls,
numbering sixteen hundred and four, came from

Royalston. The girls were all dressed in
white. Upon one of the banners, borne by a
lovely girl at the head of a long procession of
girls, was written this motto:-" Teetotalor
no husband." A good resolution.

IT is related in the life of a celebrated math-
ematician, William Hutton, that a respecta-
ble-looking country-woman called upon him
one day, anxious to speak with him. She told
him, with an air of secresy, that her husband be-
haved unkind to her, and sought other compa-
ny, frequently passing his evenings from home,
which made her feel extremely unhappy; and
knowing Mr. Hutton to be a wise man, she
thought he might be able to cure her husband.
The case was a common one, and he
thought he could prescribe for it, without losing
his reputation as a conjurer. "The remedy
is a simple one," said he, "but I have never
known it to fail. Always treat your husband
with a smile."
The woman expressed her thanks, dropped
a curtsy, and went away. A few months

afterwards, she waited on Mr. Hutton, with a
couple of fine fowls, which she begged him to
accept. She told him, while a tear of joy and
gratitude glistened in her eye, that she had fol-
lowed his advice, and her husband was cured.
He no longer sought the company of others,
but treated her with constant love and kindness.
Christian alliance.

THERE is a good man in London, who cares
for thieves, and does all he can to bring them to
a knowledge of Jesus as their Saviour. A
short time ago, a poor boy, only thirteen years
old, came to him, and asked him to give him
something. He was in a beggar's dress, -
dirty, diseased, and miserable. I will tell you,
in the good man's own words, what he did with
him ; for he knew he was a thief, and had been
in prison. He said, I asked him if he had
ever been in prison. He said,' No, he never
did any thing wrong.' I said,' You are a |ef,
and have been in prison.' He said, Upon
my honor, Sir, I never did any thing wrong,

and never saw the inside of a prison in my
life.' A person who was present tried en-
treaty, affection, warning, and threatening, to
induce him to tell the truth ; still the boy said
he was innocent.
I said, Let us try another way.' I ad-
dressed him as a father. I said, y boy, I
wish to love you ; kneel down, and I will pray
for you.' He knelt down, we knelt with him,
and we asked the blessed Jesus, who once
hung between two thieves, to have mercy upon
him, and give him repentance unto life. We
rose from our knees, but poor John was weep-
ing aloud, and stretching his coarse sleeves to
wipe his eyes ; he said, Sir, I will tell you the
truth: I have been in prison twice.' He then
confessed that he had long been a pickpocket.
I wrote to the father of this boy, who came to
see me. He was taken home; he promised
to be a good boy, and I hope he is doing well."
London Penny .Monthly J~agazine.

WHAT is God like ? Nothing that you have
seen. A picture of him could not be drawn,

because he has not a body, like you and me;
he is a spirit, he is everywhere. But there
is one place in which he lives; it is called
heaven. I cannot tell you where it is. No
bird could fly to that place; but angels often
come down from heaven into this world.
I once heard of a little child of two years
old, who said to her mother, Who made me ?
Some one must have made me." "It was
God, my child." Then," said the little
darling, looking up quite pleased in her moth-
er's face, then I love him."


BE brisk, energetic, and prompt! The
world is full of boys, (and men too,) who
drawl through life, and never decide on any
thing for themselves, but just draggle one leg
after the other, and let things take their own
way. Such people are the duV stuff of the
earth. They hardly deserve as much cLdit
as the wooden trees ; for trees do all the pod
they can, in merely growing, and bearing leaves
and seeds. But these drawling, draggling boys

do not turn their capacities to profit half as far
as they might be turned; they are unprofitable,
like a rainy day in harvest-time. Now the brisk,
energetic boy will be constantly awake--not
merely with his bodily eyes, but with his mind
and attention during the hours of business.
After he learns what he has to do, he will take
a pride in doing it punctually and well; and
would feel ashamed to be told what he ought
to do without telling. The drawling boy loses
in five minutes the most important advice ; the
prompt, wide-awake boy never has to be taught
twice, but strains hard to make himself up to
the mark, as far as possible out of his own ener-
gies. Third-rate boys are always depending
upon others; but first-rate boys depend upon
themselves, and after a little teaching, just
enough to know what is to be done, they ask
no further favors.

IN his lecture on Sweden, Dr. Baird spoke
of %e famous iron mines in the province of Da-
larne, or Delecarlia, as it is generally called, one
of the most remarkable provinces of Sweden.

These mines are wholly subterranean, and
have been worked for a period of four or five
hundred years. We were reminded, by the
mention of them, of a very remarkable cir-
cumstance, which occurred there some years
ago. In working to establish a communication
between two shafts of a mine, the body of a
miner was discovered to be in a state of perfect
preservation, and impregnated with vitriolic
water. The body was quite soft, but hardened
on being exposed to the air. It was remem-
bered by some of the aged people, that the
accident, by which this body had no doubt been
buried in the bosom of the earth, had taken
place above fifty years before. Among the
crowd which was attracted by the discovery
was a decrepit old woman, supported on crutch-
es, who, when she beheld the corpse, recog-
nized it to be that of a young man, to whom
she had been promised in marriage more than
half a century before. She threw herself on
the lifeless, but yet familiar form of the object
of her early affections, which now had the ap-
pearance of a bronze statue, bathed it with
tears, and fainted with joy. The spectators
were deeply affected with the scene; and the

singular contrast afforded by that couple may
be more easily conceived than described,--
the one buried fifty years before, but still re-
taining the appearance of youth'; while the
other, weighed down by age, evinced all the
fervor of youthful love.


WHAT makes little children quite happy and good ?
What banishes temper, both naughty and rude ?
It is the sweet maxim, we very well know,
Of giving each other a kissfor a blow.
Should a quarrel arise, whatever be the cause,
What is better by far, than a whole code of laws ?
It is the sweet practice, we very well know,
Of always returning a kis for a blow.

In each stage of life, e'en from infancy's years
To manhood's last step in the valley of tears,
There's naught that can yield so much pleasure below
As ever returning a kiss for a blow.
Though men should condemn us, and call us but fools,
Yet still we must love them, and pray for their souls;
Through the journey of life let us patiently go,
Still ever returning a kissfor a blow.
Should any assail us in deed or in word,
O, then let us act like our meek, patient Lord; ,.

Who, e'en in the depths of his bitterest woe,
Returned in his anguish a kissfor a blow.
Then Julia, and Hannah, and Allen, and John,
I pray don't forget, but remember my song;
If a playmate gets.angry, and strikes you, then go,
And ever return him a kiss for a blow.

THE horse of a pious man in Massachusetts
happening to stray into the road, a neighbour
of the man who owned the horse put him in the
pound. Meeting the owner soon after, he told
him what he had done, and added, If I ever
catch him in the road hereafter, I '1 do so
"Neighbour," replied the other, not long
since I looked out of my window, in the night,
and saw your cattle in my mowing-ground, and
I drove them out, and shut them in your yard;
and I'll do it again."
Struck with the reply, the man liberated the
horse from the pound, and paid the charges


A LITTLE boy was once kept from school by
his mother. The next time he went, he was
given a piece of paper, on which was written
the reason of his absence, which he was to
show to his teacher. The following was writ-
ten on the note : Kepathomtogoataterin."


HAvZ you heard the song of the robin,
That first sweet bird of spring ?
He is out with his cheering music,
And up on the merry wing;
In the tall, wide tree we see him,
And he soars far, far on high,
Away where the light is shining,
In the beautiful blue sky.
There 's a brighter spring-time coming
When flowers, and birds, and trees
Will be out all fresh and joyous,
Far lovelier than these!
And then there '11 be no more winter,
But always pleasant spring:
And there 'll be no more pain or sorrow,
Each heart with joy will sing.

I ONCE knew a boy, who was employed by
his father to remove all the loose small stones,
which, from the peculiar nature of the ground,
had accumulated in the road before the house.
He was to take them up, and throw them over
into the pasture across the way. He soon got
tired of picking them up one by one, and sat
down upon the bank to try to devise some better
means of accomplishing his work ; he at length
conceived and adopted the following plan: -
He set up in the pasture a narrow board for a
target, or, as some boys would call it, a mark ;
and then, collecting all the boys in the neigh-
bourhood, he proposed to them an amusement,
which boys are always ready for, ring at a
mark. I need not say that the stores of aqp-
munition in the street were soon exhausted, the
boys working for their leader when they sup-
posed they were only finding amusement for
themselves. Here,now, is experimenting upon
the mind.; the production of useful effect with
rapidity and ease, by the intervention of prop-
er instrumentality; the conversion, by means
of a little knowledge of human nature, of that

which would have otherwise been dull and fa-
tiguing labor, into a most animating sport,
giving pleasure to twenty, instead of tedious
labor to one. Abbott's Teacher.

My first and my last read precisely the same;
My second, said twice, is always the name
Little children are first in the habit of saying,
Which, when 't is defined, my Mother's the meaning.
My whole grows in gardens,-is eaten for food;
Most every one thinks me exceedingly good.
The doctors all say I am healthy to eat,
And I give a nice relish to all kinds of meat.


IN a beautiful town, in one of our New Eng-
land States, lived two little orphan children, the
subjects of my story, whose names were Arthur
and Maria Stanley. Arthur, the eldest, was
about two years of age, with curly hair, light
blue eyes, and lofty brow, bold and manly in
his appearance, far beyond most boys of his
age. Maria, the younger, was a smiling little
creature, modest and retiring in her manners,

and of so kind and amiable a disposition, that she
was beloved by her school-mates and all who
knew her.
I said that they were orphans. Some two
years before the commencement of my story,
they were unfortunately bereft of father and
mother, and, having no friends that they knew
of, but their uncle and aunt, they went to re-
side with them. But alas it was not like
their own happy home. Their uncle and aunt
having children of their own, seemed careful
to bestow most of their kindness and attention
upon them, leaving our little orphans to seek
for happiness in each other's society, or from
whatever source they might; and often would
Arthur be seen with his arm around his sister's
neck, wandering to some secluded spot, to
weep and to mourn for the loss of their dear
parents; and 0, how sincerely did they wish
that they had lived for they felt that no one
cared for them, or felt that solicitude for them
which their dear parents were wont to feel
when living.
But, fortunately for our little orphans, they
were not destined long to dwell in this lonesome
and solitary condition. One day, as they were

playing by the side of a beautiful rivet, not far
from the house, throwing in little pebbles, and
plucking the wild-flowers from its mossy banks,
Maria, in attempting to secure a lovely flower,
reached too far, and plunged headlong into the
water. O, what were Arthur's feelings,
as he beheld his darling sister struggling with
the waves It was too much. He resolved
to plunge in and try to rescue her, and, if she
perished, to perish with her. Accordingly, he
sprang forward into the water, and by vigorous
effort, and the interposition of a kind Provi-
dence, he landed her safely upon the shore.
O, could you have seen Maria throwing her
little arms around the neck of her benefactor,
kissing him, and bedewing his cheek with tears
of gratitude, you would have felt that he was
amply rewarded for placing himself in so peril-
ous a situation as that of rescuing the drown-
ing one. A gentleman, who from a distance
had seen what was transpiring, hastened to their
assistance, but did not arrive until they were
landed. He was so pleased with the conduct
of our young hero, that he wished to know his
name. On being told that it was Arthur
Stanley, Arthur Stanley !" he exclaimed.

" what was your father's name?" Edward."
"It is indeed so. These are the children of my
brother, for whom I have so long sought in
vain," said he, taking them in his arms, and
kissing them. From that moment, they felt that
they had indeed found a friend dearer to them
than all on earth.
On hearing of the death of their parents, and
of their lonely condition, he immediately took
them to his own home, where they were treat-
ed very kindly by both their uncle and aunt.
Arthur still continued to be a conscientious boy,
and was faithful to whatever business he was
intrusted with, so that, when he grew up, his
uncle took him as partner in his business, and
he was beloved and respected by all who knew
him, as was also his sister Maria. Their un-
cle being now an old man, he soon after died,
leaving all his vast estate to them at their aunt's
decease; she did not long survive her husband.
Thus we see, in the case of Arthur and
Maria, that virtue and integrity of character is
sure to reap their due reward. And they
afford us also a noble example of that love
which brothers and sisters should ever exercise
towards each other. And may we not always

see, from their case, the importance of those
children who have parents valuing them as
they ought, and trying to repay their love by
their good conduct, knowing not how soon they
may be bereft of them, and become orphans,
as did Arthur and his sister. n. I. D.
East Haverhill, Jan. 1, 1849.

THIs man is known as an ardent student of
nature. He had an extensive correspondence
with celebrated gentlemen. After his decease,
about three thousand letters were found among
his papers, expressing the admiration of the
writers for his genius.' The most brilliant pe-
riod of his life was spent at Upsal, in Swe-
den, where, amidst the beauties of one of the
most flourishing botanic gardens in Europe, and
while he was daily improving it, he delivered
lectures on botany, natural history, the medi-
cal virtues of plants, and nosology. Under
him, the first royal museums were estab-
lished in Sweden. The king had every re-
markable curiosity found in the kingdom shown


k"to Linneus, for his description. He was born
on the 13th of May, 1707, at Rashult, a village
in the province of Smaland. His ancestors
were peasants, but, by gradual refinement in
their ideas, being induced to leave the plough,
they relinquished their original name with their
primitive occupation, and, in conformity to a
pleasing custom in Sweden, of selecting names
from natural objects, they took the name
of Lindelius Tilliander, (meaning Linden-tree
man,) from a tree which stood, and continued
to flourish, for a long time, in the vicinity of
their native place. I will now relate some
scenes connected with his early history, in
which you will be interested.

When about four years old, he went with
his father to a feast, at Mohlen ; and in the eve-
ning, it being a very pleasant season of the
year, the guests seated themselves on some
flowery turf, listening to the pastor, who made
remarks on the names and properties of the
plants. Charles paid strict attention to all he
saw and heard ; and from that time he never
ceased to question his father about the name,

quality, and nature of every plant he met with.
As he was very young, he found it difficult to
remember his
father had, tory
ten times his
father, and a
plant. Id be im,
if he would promise to rememv it. cir-
cumstance laid the foundata C in-
naus's great eminence.. ,

Hi other r the ih tor eof sant
villa id of ga in He
had garden atta his
hou wlbni o un-
dred a mhsay of t for-
eign reas rarity,,. At ears
of a i und
assig iimt by ..aa, i a many an ex-
cursi]VP Charles make into the woods and
meadows, for plants and flowers, wild herbs,
and weeds, that he might enrich and adorn his
little domain. He colonized it with wild bees,
* but they threatened tfe safety of the paternal
hives, and his poor weeds verified the old prov-

erb of thriving apace," so that he was com-
pelled to submit his garden to the experienced
hand of his father. In this way, the infant
steps of young Liamnus were guided by his
father's hand, till he cqld himself range the
delightful walks of Nature, as an indefatigable
inquirer into her productions.
The seed of the Lotus ornithopodioides
was sent to him from Montpellier. It bore two'
flowers. He put them under the strict care
of the gardener, and two days after returning
home late in the evening, be immediate went
into the garden to look at them, but th* were
not to be found. The next night he went again,
and they were still invisible. In the morning
they appeared as usual, but the gardener
thought they were fresh ones, as there were
none to be seen the evening before. Linneus
pondered over this circumstance, and went
again the same evening, intent on solving the
mystery. They had again vanished, but search-
ing more closely for the fugitives than he had
done before, he at last found them, closely fold-

ed up, and their leaves contracted over them.
This discovery awakened in his mind a new
train of ideas. And instead of sleeping himself,
he was now seen at the dead of night, with a
lantern in his hand, perambulating the garden
and the hot-houses, to ascertain how the vegeta-
ble creation fall asleep. In this way he form-
ed his theory of the Sleep of Plants," and
proved that it took place at regular intervals.


The discovery of the Sleep of Plants"
enabled Linneus to form a vegetable timepiece,
wherein the hours of the day were marked by
the different periods at which certain flowers
began to close their blossoms; and in the same
manner he framed a rural calendar for the regu-
lation of the labors of husbandry, according
to the appearance of the blossoms of plants,
at stated intervals. While he was engaged in
studying into the works of Nature, he at the
same time was exerting the powers of his mind
in profiting others by his knowledge. It is
gratifying to receive instruction ; it is bless-
ing others to impart it.

When he was delivering lectures at Upsal,
he would often head a party of two hundred
pupils, besides many foreigners and persons
of distinction, and start off on an exploring ex-
pedition; and whenever any rare plant or nat-
ural curiosity was found, a signal was given
with a horn, when the whole corps joined their
chief to hear his demonstrations and remarks.
At sunset they would return, with their hats
adorned with flowers, and with the sound of
musical instruments, which attracted the atten-
tion of the people. To these delightful ram-
bles many of the young men were indebted
for increasing their knowledge, and preserving
them from places of dissipation and folly.

When young Linneus was pursuing his
college studies, he was poor; but his country-
men and fellow-students, who admired his ge-
nius and respected his fortitude, frequently
administered to his wants. He often accepted
a meal from them, and was thankful to recruit
his wardrobe with their old clothes. He could

not even afford to pay a cobbler for mending
his old shoes, which he received of his com-
panions. So he would sit down to the work
himself; he was often seen lining his old shoes
with strong paper, and stitching the soles with
thread of the bark of trees. In 1741, he was
installed as Professor. At that time he sol-
emnly thanked God for enabling him to bear
up under the most trying circumstances of
want and disappointment.

A WORTHY old colored woman, in the city
of New York, was one day walking along the
street, on some errand to a neighbour's, with her
tobacco-pipe in her mouth, quietly smoking.
A jovial sailor, rendered a little mischievous
by liquor, came down the street, and, when
opposite our good Phillis, saucily crowded her
aside, and with a pass of his hand knocked her
pipe out of her mouth. He then halted to
hear her fret at his trick, and enjoy a laugh at
her expense. But what was his astonishment,
wheh she meekly picked up the pieces of her

broken pipe, without the least resentment in
her manner, and giving him a dignified look of
sorrow, kindness, and pity, said, "God for-
give you my son, as I do." It touched a ten-
der chord in the heart of the rude tar. He
felt ashamed, condemned, and repentant. The
tear started in his eye ; he must make repara-
tion. He heartily confessed his error, and,
thrusting both hands into his two full pockets
of change," forced the contents upon her,
exclaiming, God bless you, kind mother, I 'l
never do so again."

In six days God creation made,
And thus his wondrous power displayed;
On the first day he made the light;
The next, the heaventcame in sight;
The third, the seas divided flow,
And herbs, and trees, and flowers grow;
The fourth, a great and lesser light,
To warm the day and cheer the night;
The fifth, the fishes of the sea,
And birds to sing so merrily;
The sixth completes the glorious plan,-
First made the beasts, and lastly man;

Then came the best of all the seven,
Our rest on earth, and type of heaven:
And when his wondrous work he viewed,
He blessed it, and pronounced it good.

T. S. ARTHUR, in his book entitled The
Mother," gives the following account of the
parting interview between a mother and her son
of fifteen, about to leave home for college.
Long and earnestly did Mrs. Hartley com-
mune with her boy, on the evening before his
"' Never forget, my son,' she said,' the end
for which you should strive for knowledge. It
is, that you may be better able, by your efforts
as a man, to benefit society. A learned man
can always perform higher uses than an ignorant
man. And remember, that one so young, and
.so little acquainted with the world, as yourself,
will be subject to many severe temptations. But
resist evil with a determined spirit. Beware
of the first deviation from right. Suffer not
the smallest stain to come upon your garments.
Let your mother receive you back as pure as
when you went forth, my son.

"' You will discover, soon after you enter
college, a spirit of insubordination, a disposi-
tion, in many of the students, to violate the laws
of the institution; but do not join with them. It
is just as wrong for a student to violate the laws
of college, as it is for a citizen to violate the
laws of his country. They are wholsome
regulations, made for the good of the whole,
and he who weakens their force does a wrong
to the whole. Guard yourself here, my son,
for here you will be tempted. But stand firm.
If you break, wilfully, a college law, your
honor is stained, and no subsequent obedience
can efface it. Guard your honor, my dear
boy It is a precious and holy thing.
"' I will write to you often, and you must
write often to me. Talk to me in your letters,
as freely as you would talk if we were face to
face. Consider me your best friend, and he who
would weaken my influence over you as your
worst enemy.
"L' You go with your mother's blessing upon
your head, and your mother's prayers follow-
ing you.'
The earnestness with which the mother
spoke affected the heart of the son. He did


not reply, but he made a firm resolution to do
nothing that would give her a moment's pain.
He loved her tenderly, for she had ever been
to him the best of mothers ; and this love was
his prompter.
I will never pain the heart of so good a
mother,' he said, as he laid his head upon his
pillow that night."

Bz kind to each other!
The night comingg on,
When friend and when brother
Perchance may be gone!
Then, midst our dejection,
How sweet to have earned
The blest recollection
Of kindness returned!
Nor change with to-morrow,
Should fortune take wing;
But, the deeper the sorrow,
The closer still cling I


Ir pride leads the van, beggary brings up
the rear.

Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.
God heals, and the doctor takes the fees.
Mary's mouth costs her nothing, for she
never opens it, but at others' expense.
The worst wheel of the cart makes the most
Tart words make no friends ;-a spoonful
of honey will catch more fies than a gallon of
Beware of little expenses; a small leak
will sink a great ship.
A mob 's a monster; heads enough, but
no brains.
Nothing humbler than ambition when it is
about to climb.
When Prosperity was well mounted, she let
go the bridle, and soon came tumbling out of
the saddle.
A change of fortune hurts a wise man no
more than a change in the moon.
A false friend and a shadow attends only
while the sun shines.
Nothing dries sooner that a tear.
Great talkers, little doers.
The poor have little, beggars none, the
rich too much,- enough, not one.


Old boys have their playthings as well as
young ones ; the difference is only in the price.
If a man could have half his wishes, he
would double his troubles.
Christianity commands us to pass by inju-
ries ; policy, to let them pass by us.
If you would keep your secret from an
enemy, tell it not to a friend.

SOME years ago, a gentleman visiting a
farmer in Tolland, Connecticut, took from his
pocket a small potato, which somehow had got
in there at home. It was thrown out with a
smile, and the farmer taking it in his hand to
look at it, a curious little boy of twelve, at his
elbow, asked what it was.
0, nothing but a potato, my boy; take
and plant it, and you shall have all you can
raise from it till you are free."
The lad took it, and the farmer thought no
more about it at that time. The boy, how-
ever, not despising small potatoes, carefully
divided it into as many pieces as he could find
eyes, and put them into the ground. The prod-

uct was carefully put aside in the fall, and
planted in the spring, and so on till the fourth
year, the yield being good, and the actual prod-
uct was four hundred bushels The farmer,
seeing the prospect that the potato-field would
by another year cover his whole farm, asked
to be released from his promise.
With the same calculation, prudence, and in-
dustry, how many, who are disposed to regard
the trifling things on which fortunes are built
as too small potatoes to receive their attention,
would have been in independent circumstances
if they had husbanded small advantages. Small
potatoes should not be despised, even though
there be at first but few in a hill.

SA good name is rather to be chosen than great
riches."- PRnovRBS xxii. 1.
CHILDnnw, choose it, don't refuse it,
'T is a precious diadem;
Highly prove it, don't despise it,
You will need it when you're men.
SLove and cherish, keep and nourish,
'T is more precious far than gold;


Watch and guard it, don't discard it,
You will need it when you 're old.
Then endeavour, now and ever,-
Keep this blessed treasure nigh;
Never leave it, always own it,
You will need it by and by.


OnE evening a poor man and his son, a little
boy, sat by the way-side near the gate of an old
town in Germany. The father took out a loaf
of bread, which he had bought in the town,
and broke it, and gave half to his boy.
Not so, father," said the boy ; "I shall
not eat until after you. You have been work-
ing hard all day, for small wages, to support
me, and you must be very hungry ; I shall
wait till you have done."
You speak kindly, my son," replied the
pleased father; "your love to me does me
more good than my food ; and those eyes of
yours remind me of your dear mother who has
left us, who told you to love me as you used
to do; and indeed, my boy, you have been a
great strength and comfort to me; but now

that I have eaten the first morsel to please you,
it is your turn now to eat."
Thank you, father ; but break this piece in
two, and take you a little more, for you see the
loaf is not large, and you require much more
than I do."
I shall divide the loaf for you, my boy ;
but eat it, I shall not; I have abundance; and
let us thank God for his great goodness in giving
us food, and in giving us what is better still,
cheerful and contented hearts."
The father and son thanked God, and then
begun to cut the loaf in pieces to begin their
frugal meal. But as they cut one portion of
the loaf, there fell.out several pieces of gold, of
great value. The little boy gave a shout of
joy, and was springing forward to grasp the
unexpected treasure, when he was pulled back
by his father.
"My son, my son!" he cried, "do not
touch that money ; it is not ours."
But whose is it, father, if it is not ours ?"
"I know not, as yet, to whom it belongs;
but probably it was put there by the baker,
through son'e mistake. We must inquire.

*' But, father," interrupted the boy, "you
are poor and needy, and you have bought the
loaf, and the baker may tell a lie, and "
I will not listen to you, my boy. I bought
this loaf, but I did not buy the gold in it. If the
baker sold it to me in ignorance, I shall not be
so dishonest as to take advantage of him; re-
member Him who has told us to do to others
as we would have others do to us."
So the boy ran for the baker. Brother
workman," said the old man, "you have made
some mistake, and almost lost your money" ;
and he showed the baker the gold, and told him
how it had been found. Is it thine ?" asked
the father, if it is, take it away."
"My father, baker, is very poor, and "
"Silence, my child; I am glad we have
saved this man from losing his money."
The baker had been gazing alternately upon
the honest father and his eager boy, and upon
the gold which lay glittering upon the green turf.
Thou art, indeed, an honest fellow," said the
baker; "and my neighbour, David, the flax-
dresser, spoke but the truth when he said thou
wert the honestest man in town. Now, I shall
tell thee about the gold. A stranger came to

my shop three days ago, and gave me that loaf,
and told me to sell it cheaply or give it away
to the honestest poor man whom I knew in
the city. I told David to send thee to me as
a customer, this morning; as thou wouldst not
take the loaf for nothing, I sold it to thee, as
thou knowest, for the last pence in thy purse :
and the loaf with all its treasure is thine, and
God grant thee a blessing with it! "
The poor father bent his head to the ground,
while the tears fell from his eyes. His boy
ran and put his hand about his neck, and said,
I shall always, like you, my father, trust God,
and do what is right; for I am sure it will never
put us to shame."


A MERCHANT in London had a dispute with
a Quaker, respecting the settlement of an ac-
count. The merchant was determined to bring
the question into court, a proceeding which the
Quaker earnestly deprecated ; using every ar-
gument in his power to convince the merchant
of his error, but the latter was inflexible.

Desirous to make a last effort, the Quaker
called at his house one morning, and inquired
of the servant if his master was at home.
The merchant, hearing the inquiry and know-
ing the voice, called aloud from the top of the
stairs, Tell that rascal I am not at home."
The Quaker, looking up towards him, calm-
ly said, Well, friend, God put thee in a
better mind."
The merchant, struck with the meekness of
the reply, and having more deliberately inves-
tigated the matter, became convinced that the
Quaker was right, and he was wrong. He
requested to see him, and after acknowledging
his error, he said, I have one question to ask
you. How were you able, with such patience,
on various occasions, to bear my abuse ? "
* "Friend," replied the Quaker, I will tell
thee. I was naturally as hot and violent as
thou art. I knew that to indulge this temper
was sin, and I found that it was imprudent. I
observed that men in a passion always speak
loud, and I thought if I could control my voice,
I should suppress my passion. I have there-
fore made it a rule never to suffer my voice
to rise above a certain key, and by a cavfful ob-

servance of this rule, I have, with the blessing
of God, entirely mastered my natural temper."
The Quaker reasoned philosophically, and
the merchant, as every one else may do, prof-
ited by his example.

"GOOD morning, William," said Mr.--
"Well, how were you pleased with the theatre
last night ? I believe you never went before."
No, I never have been, and I did n't attend
last night," replied William.
"Did n't attend! Why, how happened
that ? Could n't you get a ticket ?"
"Iam very grateful for your kindness in giv-
ing me the money, Sir, but William
hung his head, for his heart almost failed him.*
He did not like to incur the displeasure of
Mr. -.
But what, William ? "
Why, Sir, I had two reasons for not at*
tending. In the first place, it is contrary to
the instructions of my mother and sisters; and
then Professor M- is to deliver a course
of lectures on Chemistry,. and, with your per-
mission, I prefer a ticket for those."

You 're a strange boy, I must think.
Afraid of a little innocent amusement! I
wonder if your friends expected you to reside
in the city, and never mingle in its pleasures.
But the money is yours, and if you prefer to
attend Professor M-'s lectures, you are at
liberty to do so. But what do you know about
Chemistry ? Have you ever studied it ? "
I know very little, Sir; and for that rea-
son I wish to learn. The lectures are held
but two evenings a week, and during the other
evenings, I intend to devote an hour or two
of each to the study in my book."
Well, William, your resolution is a good
one, and I presume you will get more good
than you would at the theatre." So saying,
Mr. left William to the conscious pleas-
ure of having done right.
It gave him a character. Henceforth it was
understood by those with whom he was daily
conversant, that it was useless to ask William
to join in pleasures of an immoral tendency,
for if he could have courage to. refuse Mr.
he would of course refuse them. Thus
his first decided step in the path of right
shielded him from temptations which would

constantly have assailed him. It made him a
better boy, and greatly assisted to mould that
character which shone with such beauty and
excellence in after life. William is now at rest,
but by his example he is speaking to all the
youth : -" Only once has ruined thousands "
C. L. A.

To err is human;
To forgive, divine."

A LITTLE blind boy was asked what for-
giveness was. He replied, It is the odor
that flowers breathe when trampled upon."
Did not this sweet youth, to whom Jhe world
was dark, who could never more see the pleas-
ant'light of the sun, give the true idea of for-
giveness ? It is not difficult to feel kindly
towards those that love you and confer favors
upon you. But to have a store of good wishes
and kind deeds for those that abuse and treat
you ill, -to be like the cinnamon-tree, that
sheds a sweet perfume around the axe-man
that wounds it, this is hard! But it is what

the meek and lowly Jesus did, and what his
true children do. Here, then, little folks, is a
test to know if you love Christ. How do you
feel when your playmates treat you ill ? Can
you return good for evil ? Remember, that
one way to manifest the spirit of forgiveness is
by kind words. Soft answers to rough ques-
tions turn away wrath.

A GRASSHOPPER, half dead with cold and
hunger, at the approach of winter, came to a
well-stored bee-hive, and humbly begged the
bees to relieve his wants with a few drops of
honey. Pne of the bees asked him how he
had spent his time all the summer, and why he
had not laid up a store of food like them ?
Truly," said he, "I spent my time very
merrily, in drinking, dancing, and singing, and
never once thought of winter." Our plan
is very different," said the bee; "we work
hard in the summer, to lay by a store of food
against the season when we foresee we shall
want it; but those who do nothing but drink,


and dance, and sing, in the summer, must ex-
pect to starve in the winter."


EARLY to bed and early to rise ; -
Ay note it down in your brain,
For it helpeth to make the foolish wise,
And uproots the weeds of pain.

Ye who are walking on thorns of care,
Who sigh for a softer bower,
Try what can be done in the morning sun,
And make use of the early hour.

Full many a day for ever is lost
By delaying its work till to-morrow;
The minutes of sloth have often cost
Long years of bootless sorrow.

And ye who would win the lasting wealth
Of content and peaceful power,
Ye who would couple labor and health,
Must begin at the early hour.

We make bold promises to Time,
Yet, alas! too often break them;
We mock at the wings of the King of kings,
And think we can overtake them.

But why loiter away the prime of the day,
Knowing that clouds may lower?

Is it not safer to make life's hay
In the beam of the early hour ?

COLUMBUS was the son of a wool-comber,
who lived in Genoa, a trading city in Italy, and
was born about the year 1447. He was very
industrious, and excelled in his studies, es-
pecially in geography. In those days the
fine silks, spices, and precious stones were
brought from India by a very long and danger-
ous road, in caravans. When Columbus grew
up, he thought a shorter way might be found to
go to India, and he studied hard to acquire in-
formation on this subject. He made many in-
quiries from the old sailors, and from them he
became convinced that he was right. He
made a proposition to his countrymen, for a
ship to make the trial, but was refused.
Not discouraged by this failure, he proceeded
to Portugal. The prince of that country per-
suaded Columbus to show him his mnaps, and
explain all his views ; and, while he pretended
to give him encouragement, sent out people of


his own to take advantage of the information
he had so treacherously obtained ; but his sail-
ors, meeting with stormy weather, returned
without having discovered any thing, and, to
excuse their own cowardice, asserted that suc-
cess was impossible.
Columbus was indignant at this treatment,
and despatched his brother to lay his plans be-
fore the king of England, who would have
agreed to his proposals, but accident prevented
Columbus from knowing this. He had, in the
mean time, repaired to the king and queen
of Spain, and repeated to them his offer and
his expectations, asking much greater rewards
than he had before done, and to be trusted
with more ships. The king would not attend
to him, but the Queen Isabella gave him, at
her own expense, some ships, and leave to
hire sailors to go with him.
From the early history of Columbus, we
may learn, besides many interesting facts, the
value of these two qualities of the mind, RE-
FLECTION and PERSEERANCE, both of which
you or any one else may have.


The Bible is the best book for young peo-
ple as well as old. It contains, -
1. Records, the most ancient and authentic.
2. Narratives, the most simple and impres-
3. Biography, the most honest and useful.
4. Eloquence, the most powerful and per-
5. Poetry, the most sublime and useful.
6. Argument, the closest and most profound.
7. Politics, the justest and most liberal.
8. Religion, pure, peaceful, and comforting.
9. Motives and examples unsurpassed.
10. The words of the Saviour.

THE following story is the simple account
of a child's views in regard to heaven, and
is related by Mr. Todd. A little boy about
three and a half years old found a dead fly
upon the window, and laid it upon his little
hand, and as he looked upon it, with a beau-

tiful expression of hope and sorrow, he said to
himself, Poor fly, you shall not lie here and
burn up in the sun, if you are dead. I will
take you and carry you to the burying-ground,
and they will put you in the ground. But it
wont hurt you, little fly, for you will go to
heaven and be happy there with the pretty
flowers; and you will never die again. And
when I go to heaven, and my mother goes to
heaven, we shall see you again, little fly "
And he raised his blue eyes, half filled with
tears, to my face, and said, Wont the little fly
go to heaven ? The little boy tells of the
beautiful flowers, and pretty birds, he thinks he
shall see in that world of love and happiness,
to which he hopes to go when his parents and
brothers can accompany him. Can you say,
children, why a fly is not immortal as your-
selves ?


I WENT, a while since, says Mr. Todd, just
at sunset, to visit my sister's grave. Her two
little boys went with me. When we had ar-

rived there, I saw four little rose-bushes,
standing two at the head and two at the foot
of the grave, bending over as if to meet and
hang over the grave. That is her grave, -
our mother's grave," said one of the boys.
" And those rose-bushes ?" said I, as the tears
started in my eyes. Those," said the eld-
est, brother and I, and father, sat out soon
after she was laid there. These two at the
head she planted in the garden herself, and
we took them up and set them there, and
call them mother's bushes." And what do
you remember about your dear mother, my
boys ? "0, every thing, uncle." "Well,
what in particular ?" "0, this, uncle, that
there never was a day in which she did not
take us to her closet and pray with us, unless
she was sick."


A LITTLE girl belonging to a Sabbath
school was taken ill at an early age, and died.
Her teacher often visited ler and conversed
with her. At her last visit, she asked her

scholar if she was happy. She replied, Yes,
I am resting on the word of Christ. You
have told me that Jesus will give to good
children a crown in heaven." The teacher,
with tears rolling down her cheeks, said, It
is true, you will have such a crown, according
to the words of Christ." O," said the little
girl, will you have a crown ? The teacher
paused a moment. Well," said the dying
girl, if he does not give you one, I will give
you mine."
Such a response of gratitude, from a child
just entering heaven, would surely be enough
to repay a large period of toil and labor.
S. S. Treasury


SOME mothers have a good method of in-
stilling principles of benevolence into the minds
of their children. During a very cold winter,
says a friend, the children with their parents
had assembled for their evening meal around
the table, provided plentifully with good things,
from which they were anticipating much en-

joyment. Their mother mentioned the case
of a poor family. Now," said she, after re-
lating the circumstances, who of you are
willing to go without your supper, and give it
to these poor children ? Their spoons were
laid down at once, and each little voice ex-
claimed, I will, I will, mother They
collected all together which they had com-
menced eating themselves, and put it into a
basket, and waded through the snow to the poor
family. They saon returned with cheerful
faces. They h~oo ne a kind deed.


IN the town of --, there lived a very
respectable and kind family, by the name of
Manson. The family consisted of Mr. Manson
and wife, three children, and Mrs. Manson's
aged parents. They were generally beloved
by all the neighbours in the village. The
grandparents always made themselves welcome,
because of their agreeable disposition and kind
attention to children. Mr. Manson was an

industrious and steady man, a very kind hus.
band, and always thankful for health and pros-
perity. But while he was in the enjoyment of
these blessings, he was suddenly seized with a
fever, and died in a few weeks, leaving his
family with a very small income for their sup-
port. But they had many friends, among
whom was an excellent lady of considerable
property, and of great benevolence. She was
known as the friend of the poor, in the village
where her charities were chiefly confined. You
see her in the picture, putting a present into the
hand of the grandmother, as she is met near
the cottage where the family reside. Mrs.
Manson stands directly behind her mother, and
the aged grandsire you see in the rear of the
kind lady, while the little children are reaching
forth their hands for joy. These occasional
presents were received by the family with much
gratitude, and caused the widow's heart to sing
for joy. By the means of this lady's bene-
factions, the Manson family were encouraged,
and comforted in their afflictions. Let all
young people form in early life the habit of
doing good.