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"WHY am I so unhappy to-day?"
said Isabella Gardner, as she opened
her eyes on the morning of her four-
teenth birth-day. "Is it because the
sun is not bright enough, or the
flowers are not sweet enough?" she
added, as she looked on the glorious
sunshine that lay upon the rose-
bushes surrounding her window.
Isabella arose, and dressed her--
self, and tried to drive away her un
comfortable feelings, by thinking of
the pleasures of the afternoon, when
some of her young friends were to
assemble to keep her birth-day. But

she could not do it; and, sad and
restless, she walked in her father's
garden, and seated herself on a little
bench beneath a shady tree. Every-
thing around was pleasant; the flow-
ers seemed to send up their gratitude
to Heaven in sweetness, and the lit-
tle birds in songs of joy. All spoke
peace and love, and Isabella could
find nothing there like discontent or
sorrow. The cause of her present
troubled feelings was to be found
Isabella Gardner was in the habit
of indulging in a fretful and peevish
temper. She was often "hasty in her
spirit to be angry;" forgetting that the
wise Solomon says, "Anger resteth in
the bosom of fools;" and that a greater
than Solomon had commanded her to J
forgive, as she would be forgiven.


Her disrespect and ill-humor to-
ward her parents had caused her
many unhappy days and sleepless
nights; and often had the day closed
on faults unrepented of, and sins un-
forgiven. It was but the afternoon
before that she had spoken in a high
angry tone to her eldest sister, Mary,
and parted in displeasure from her
brother Edward, because he would
not leave his studies to go into the
garden with her. Thus had the "sun
gone down upon her wrath;" and we
cannot be surprised that when it rose
in the morning she was unhappy.
Isabella had a generous temper;
and after she had been unkind or
unjust, she was frequently sorry, and
determined to be so no more; but
her regret was forgotten as soon as
she was again tempted; and at the


age of thirteen she had gained no
victory over the sinful habit of in-
dulging in an angry temper.
Isabella had kind and indulgent
parents;-parents who looked with
thankfulness upon the virtues, and
with sorrow upon the faults, of their
children, and prayed that the former
might be strengthened, and the latter
corrected. Mrs. Gardner had long
seen with deep anxiety the growing
defect in Isabella's temper, and it was
now brought more painfully home to
her feelings, as she reflected how
much an added year increased the
responsibility of her child.
She had risen early, and had been
long engaged in prayer to Him who
can alone regulate the unruly dispo-
sitions, wills, and passions of sinful
men. She prayed for knowledge of


her duty to her child, and for strength
to perform it: she prayed for Isabella,
that God would convince her of the
error of her way; that his Holy Spi-
rit might renew her in the spirit of
her mind, that she might become a
child and follower of the Lord Jesus
Long and anxiously the pious mo-
ther continued her supplications at
the throne of grace; and after taking
her Bible, and reading the blessed as-
surance, "I can do all things through
Christ strengthening me," she went
into the garden to meet Isabella.
She found her there, sitting as we
have described, alone and sorrowful.
"What is the matter, Isabella," said
Mrs. Gardner, in a kind tone: "why
are you so sad on the morning of
your birth-day?"


"I don't know, mother," replied
Isabella; "I believe it is because
nobody loves me."
"Isabella," said Mrs. Gardner, "I
am afraid nobody will love you long
if you go on as you have done lately,
giving way to angry feelings when-
ever anything opposes your wishes;
and, what is much worse, you will
offend your heavenly Father, if you


thus continue to break his holy com-
"I can't help being displeased,
mother, when people show me that
they don't like me, and try to vex me."
"Seldom does any one vex us on
purpose, Isabella. It is the bad state
of our own hearts that makes us think
we are not liked; and, besides, Jesus
Christ has forbidden us to be angry
even when there are real faults. He
tells us to forgive others, as he has
forgiven us; and do you think you
have obeyed him?"
"No, mother; but people must be
angry when they are treated unfairly;
and the girls at school are often very
unkind and unjust to me; and I am
sure I ought to show them that I
don't like it."
"Such is not the gospel rule, Isa-


bella; and that alone should be your
guide. There you are directed to
love those who treat you unkindly,
to do good to those that hate you,
and to 'pray for those who despite-
fully use you.' The recollection of
your own need of forgiveness from
God, ought to make you patient te
ward the faults of others."
"Very often, mother, when I try
to do my best, I am misunderstood,
and reproved; and then I am sure
even the best persons would be dis-
"Not if they are disciples of the
Lord Jesus Christ, Isabella. Was he
not holy and undefiled, pure, spot-
less, and without sin? and was he
not persecuted, falsely accused, and
scourged? reviled and rejected by
men, betrayed by one disciple, and


forsaken by all the rest? Yet no word
of evil passion was ever heard from
him. He opened not his mouth, nor
would he suffer another to resent any
of the insults offered to him. 'The
disciple is not above his Master;' and
if we profess to follow Jesus Christ,
we must learn to bear all things, and
try 'to be perfect, as our Father in
heaven is perfect.'
"Forgiveness of injuries is a high
duty, and patiently to bear injustice
is one of the greatest Christian ex-
cellences. God alone can give us
the right temper of mind, but we
must ourselves try to attain it. Per-
haps you may recollect what Peter
says about suffering patiently for well-
doing. To be sure, those to whom
\ he was preaching were suffering in
a great cause; but the conquest of



our faults is a great cause to us; and
we may all apply his words to our
own cases. He was preaching to
the Christians at Pontus, who were
enduring persecution in the cause of
Christ,-' For what glory is it, if,
when ye be buffeted for your faults,
ye shall take it patiently? but if, when
ye do well, and suffer for it, ye take
it patiently, this is acceptable with
God.'" 1 Pet. ii, 20.
Isabella, as usual, acknowledged
her error, and said she would try to
correct it.
"Do you know, Isabella," said
Mrs. Gardner, "that you have pro-
mised me this a great many times
before ?"
"Yes, mother."
"And do you know that, by thus J
repeatedly breaking your promises,


you add to the sins already com-
mitted ?"
"Yes, mother."
"And do you know, my child, the
reason why you cannot keep your
promises ?"
9 "No, mother; I am sure I try to
keep them; but before I think I get
"We are all weak and sinful crea-
tures," said Mrs. Gardner; "and with-
out help from God we can do no good
thing. Even the apostle Paul found
that when he would do good, evil
was present with him: so that the
best persons require aid from above,
to enable them to keep in the right
path. You must be convinced of
your own weakness, Isabella, before
you will feel the need of this assist-
ance; and I should think your failures


in your efforts to regulate your tem-
per would be enough of it.
"This is the commencement of
your new year. On this day you
begin another term of duty. Think
of all your faults; think particularly
of that which now troubles you so
much: then go to God, and humbly
confess to him your wickedness;
seek the influence of the Holy Spi-
rit; promise from this day to try and
govern your temper, and promise it
in his presence. Ask God to help
you to keep this resolution; pray that
you may be gentle, kind, and forgiv-
ing; humble, and willing to be re-
proved; and that the beginning of
your new year may be the beginning
of a new life with you.
I now leave you to think of these C
things, and commit you to Him who


can alone make you perfect in every
good work, with the earnest prayer
that he may cleanse and purify your
heart, and lead you into the path
of life."
Isabella turned to her mother, and
large tears rolled down her cheeks
as she said, "Mother, I feel the truth
of what you say; I feel that I have
been an ungrateful child; I have neg-
lected my duty to you, to my father,
sister, brothers, and friends; and I
now see, for the first time, how
greatly I have been offending God.
From him I will first seek forgive-
ness, through the atonement of Christ,
and before him I will make a solemn
resolution to try, from this day, to
subdue my sinful temper. I say, I
Swill promise to try; I dare not pro-
mise to do it: I fear I shall fall back



many times; and perhaps before this
day closes I shall have to repent of
angry words and wicked feelings."
My young readers, if any of you
are conscious of having the same
fault that Isabella determined to en-
deavor to correct, make with her now
a resolution to pray, and strive against
it, and go to your heavenly Father,
and ask his assistance. Plead ear-
nestly in the name of Christ for the
gift of the Holy Spirit.
Mrs. Gardner heard with gratitude
the determination of her child, and
left her with an affectionate wish that
her birth-day might pass happily.
When Isabella returned to her cham-
ber she found upon her table a large
Bible. It was a birth-day gift from
her parents, and beneath Isabella's /
name were written the words which


stand on the title-page of this book,-
"He that is slow to anger is better
than the mighty; and he that ruleth
his spirit, than he that taketh a city."
Prov. xvi, 32.
Isabella had two brothers, Edward
Sand George: they were both younger
than herself. Mary, her only sister,
was seventeen years old, and was a
lovely example of gentleness and
piety. She was not so quick as Isa-
bella; but she had "the ornament
of a meek and quiet spirit," which is
far more beautiful in the sight of God
than the most brilliant worldly accom-
plishments. Her faults were con-
trolled by Christian principle and
self-denial; and an affectionate inte-
iest in the happiness of others marked
her conduct.
On the morning of Isabella's birth-



day, Mary was busily employed in
arranging fresh flowers in the little
parlor, and in trying to make every-
thing look pleasant for her sister.
The recollection of Isabella's unkind-
ness to her the day before, while it
grieved her kind heart, only made
her the more anxious to add to her
This was like many other summer
days. Though it opened in sunshine,
it closed in clouds. At about twelve
o'clock the bright light was dark-
ened, and soon the heavy rain be-
gan to fall.
"How cross Isabella will be this
afternoon!" said Edward to his sis-
ter Mary. "I am sure I don't want
to see her; she will be so angry be-
cause it rains."
"That is a very unkind remark,


Edward," replied Mary, and shows
a wrong state of feeling. I have not
heard Isabella speak an angry word
to-day; and instead of wishing to be
out of her way, you ought to try to
do all that you can to make up to her
for the disappointment she will feel
at not seeing her young friends."
You are right, sister Mary," said
Edward: "in judging Isabella I was
committing the same sin myself; and
I thank you for correcting me. I will
try to make my sister happy; but I
do hope that as she grows older she
will become more amiable, and do to
others as she would have them do
to her."
At this moment Isabella entered
the room. There was no blue sky
k to be seen, nor any prospect of fair



I am sorry that your friends will
not be able to come this afternoon,
Isabella," said Mary; "but we will
all try to make the evening of your
birth-day pass pleasantly; and when
our father comes home, I am sure
he will read to us in any book you
Isabella thanked her sister, and
said she thought she deserved the
After tea Mr. Gardner read a very
interesting book to his children. They
listened with pleasure, and had a
happy evening; and when they knelt
in family devotion, Isabella deeply
felt her father's petition, that as his
children grew in years, they might,
like their divine Master, "grow in
favor with God and man." She went ]
to bed that night with a cheerful


heart, rejoicing that she had been
able to ke ,p her resolution for one
day. "I give God thanks," said she,
"that his grace has been sufficient for
this purpose."
One afternoon Isabella asked her
" sister Mary to go with her to see
their cousins, who lived about half a
mile from their father's house. Mary
told her that she would be glad to go
with her on any other day, but that
she was engaged that afternoon, to
visit her Sunday-school children.
Mary had been a Sunday-school
teacher but a short time, and she
was deeply interested in the sacred
work. Isabella had set her heart
upon going to see her cousins, and
doubted not that Mary would have
\ been ready to go with her. She was
disappointed; and, forgetting herself,



she told Mary that she thought she
was very unkind, and tf t she had
better oblige her sister, than go and
see children that did not care any-
thing about her. Isabella spoke an-
grily, and looked displeased. One
moment after she remembered her
resolution; but she was then too
proud to confess her fault.
Mary made no reply, but soon went
out upon her errand of love. The
faces of the little children brightened
with pleasure as she entered their
doors. "Dear Miss Mary," said one
little blue-eyed girl, "I have learned
my verse in the Bible every morning,
as you said I must; and to-morrow I
shall say to you seven verses out of
the second chapter of Matthew, about
the birth of Jesus Christ in Bethle- ,
hem, of Judea."


"And I," said her little sister,
"have learned my hymn, about 'lit-
tle children, love each other;' and I
have tried to love brother John, and
to be kind to sister Susan, as you
said was right."
"Does no one but I say that you
must love your brothers and sisters,
Nancy?" said Mary.
"0 yes," said Nancy; "our Lord
Jesus Christ says so; and he says
we cannot be his children unless we
love one another. I think of that
sometimes, but sister Susan thinks
of it much oftener than I do; and
when John and I get angry in our
play, or speak cross to any one at
school, she will come, and say so
sweetly, 'Little children, love each
other.' "
Mary told Nancy to remember her



hymn at all times, and to be early at
Sunday school the next morning, to
say it to her.
Mary found one of her scholars
sick,-a little girl, named Sarah, who
on the Sunday before was as bright
and as well as any child in school.
Now her hands were burning with
fever, and her large dark eyes were
dim with disease. Once they bright-
ened a little when Mary spoke to her
of her class, but she soon turned over
her little head, and sunk into an un-
easy sleep. Her Testament was by
her bedside, and her mother said that
her last effort, before she was taken
ill, was to learn her Sunday lesson.
Mary watched by her all the after-
noon: she lifted her aching head,
and spread under it the cool pillows:
she bathed her burning temples, and


gently fanned her; and when she
gave the medicine, she silently prayed
that the means used for her recovery
might be blessed. Sarah did not
speak, but when she opened her eyes
she looked pleased that Mary was
' beside her. She remained with the
little sufferer until her brother came
for her in the evening, and promised
to return the next day.
Isabella had gone to her room be-
fore Mary got home. She did not
like to meet her; for the unpleasant
feelings had not left her bosom,
though she sincerely regretted her
impatience. Pride now prevented
her acknowledging her fault. When
alone, she took her Bible, and sat
down to read our Saviour's sermon
on the mount. As the sacred pre-
cepts, one after another, met her eye,



she felt serious and humble. When
she came to the verse, "If thou bring
thy gift to the altar, and there remem-
berest that thy brother hath aught
against thee; leave there thy gift
before the altar, and go thy way:
first be reconciled to thy brother,
and then come and offer thy gift;"
she felt that Jesus Christ had spoken
these words directly to her. She
had often read them before, but
never until this moment had they
reached her heart.
"What gift have I to lay upon '
God's altar'?" she said to herself:
"prayer is my only offering; one
that I am now about to present.
Will God accept it while I am angry
with my sister? 0 no! I will go
this moment to her, and confess my
fault, and ask her forgiveness. I will


first be reconciled, and then come
and offer my gift."
She went to Mary's room, and put-
ting her arms around her neck, she
said, "Dear sister, I cannot ask God
to forgive me my trespasses this night
until I have told you how sorry I am
that I treated you so unkindly this
afternoon. You are a good, affec-
tionate sister to me, and I am very
ungrateful. Will you forgive me?
I will try to check my impatient feel-
ings in future, and I hope to try in
better strength than my own."
I am quite ready to forgive you,"
saidMary, affectionately: "the offense
to me is but a trifle; it is not that I
regret. It is the sin we commit against
God, when we give way to improper
Feelings of any kind, we should mourn
over. He has commanded us to be



patient and forgiving; and it makes
me sad to think how often we grieve
his Holy Spirit by doing what we
know is wrong."
"It is a source of daily sorrow to
me," replied Isabella, that I cannot
cultivate the temper of mind which is
pleasing to God and man."
"I have rejoiced lately, dear Isa-
bella, to see you bear many little
disappointments patiently; and until
yesterday I have scarcely heard a
hasty word from you for some time.
I hope you will persevere, and that
we shall both of us grow better as
we grow older."
Yes," said Isabella, I have en-
deavored lately to subdue my evil
temper, which is the source of so
much trouble to me. I had hoped
that I had in some degree succeeded,


for many a time when I have felt an
angry passion rising, I have tried to
lift up my heart to God, and to say,
'Lord, give me strength to resist this
temptation;' but to-day I have gone
very far back, and how can I be for-
given for thus breaking the solemn
resolution I made on my birth-day?"
Do not say so, Isabella. Humbly
confess your fault before God: he
will forgive you according to his pro-
mise through Christ Jesus, and en-
courage you in your renewed efforts.
SGod seeth not as man seeth: he
knows how frail and weak we are,
and he sees every penitent tear, and
rejoices over every effort we make to
overcome besetting sins. Our Lord
Jesus Christ should be our example
of forbearance. No angry words
were ever heard from him, and he



is not willing to hear them from those
who call themselves his followers.
Let us pray, my dear sister, 'that the
same mind may be in us that was also
in Christ Jesus.'"
"I hear kind instructive words from
you, my dear sister, and from my pa-
rents, teachers, and other friends, and
I hope they will not be lost upon me.
The Bible is much dearer to me now
than it once was, and I find there
simple directions for every duty.
Formerly when I read my Saviour's
words, if I applied them at all, it was
to somebody else rather than myself;
but now I begin to feel that I need
his blessed counsels more than any-
"I am thankful, Isabella, to hear
you speak so of the Bible. May it
be a lamp unto the feet, and a light


unto the path, of us both; then our
footsteps will not slip, and we shall
be faithful children, sisters, and
friends. Jesus Christ came to this
world to save us from the power as
well as the punishment of sin; and
, his gospel must purify our hearts,
and correct our daily faults, or it will
do us no good."
Isabella listened attentively to her
sister's words. She felt their value,
for she saw how faithfully Mary prac-
ticed what she taught.
Good night, dear sister," said Isa-
bella: "may the humbling recollec-
tion of to-day's failure strengthen
me in my efforts to keep my reso-
As week after week passed by,
Isabella Gardner met new difficulties
to oppose her resolution; but though



often cast down, she gained strength
every day.
Her trials at her day-school were
very great, for her school-fellows did
not know how she was endeavoring
to correct her great fault; and they
would often avoid her company in
their walks and amusements, know-
ing how she formerly made them un-
happy by her caprices. She bore all
this patiently, and would leave her
companions immediately when any-
thing was said or done that dis-
pleased her; and by going away by
herself she was prevented from
making a hasty reply, and had time
to reflect and gather strength for
future trials.
It was hard for Isabella to "cease
to do evil," and harder still for her to
"learn to do well;" and it would fill


a much larger book than this,- were
I to tell you of all the difficulties she
met with in trying to "put on the
ornament of a meek and quiet spirit."
But God was near. He saw her
efforts and her failures, and he saw
that his correcting hand must be
stretched forth to finish the good
work which he had begun. He sent
sickness upon her, and the lately
blooming Isabella was laid low upon
the bed of pain. It was then she was
called upon to "let patience have its
Perfect work."
When Isabella heard her physician
say that she would probably be ill for
a long time, she thought of her reso-
lution, and feared that she would be
unable to keep it when there was so
much pain to bear, and so much me-
dicine to be taken. Then the solemn



thought came that death might be
very near, and that she might have
but a little time left to correct hei
fault; and she determined to pray for
patience, and to be particularly watch
ful over herself.
"I have indulged my old habit of
fretfulness a good deal to-day, mo-
ther," she said, as Mrs. Gardner sat
down by her side, after making every-
thing ready for the night. "I fear I
shall never correct it; but I did not
think of this sick bed when I made
my resolution."
"Has not God promised to be 'about
your bed, and about your path,' my
dear child ?" said Mrs. Gardner.
"Yes, mother; and could I but re-
member his presence, I should not so
often grieve you by my impatience."
You must not talk any more to-


night, Isabella," said her mother affec-
tionately; "but try to go to sleep, and
remember that God is always near
you, and that his Holy Spirit is more
grieved than even your mother by any
disobedience to his commands. I love
you, and forgive you. Now go to
sleep, and may you awake refreshed
in body and soul."
Mary nursed her sister night and
day, and never left her except when
Mrs. Gardner insisted upon her going
away to rest herself. Isabella was
often impatient toward her, but Mary
quietly went on treating her with more
and more tenderness. She scarcely
spoke, but humbly and silently went
on doing everything a sister's love
could suggest.
"I wish you would speak cross to
me sometimes," said Isabella to her



one day, "and then I should not feel
so sorry after I had been unkind to
you; but you are so patient and good,
that it makes me quite ashamed of
my fretfulness."
"I will do anything for you but
that, Isabella," said Mary; "but it is
my constant prayer that my Saviour
may grant me the temper of mind that
becometh his disciple, and that I may
'sin not with my lips' against him."
Isabella became rapidly worse, and
the sorrowful countenance of her fa-
ther, and the anxious tenderness of
her mother, showed. how dear their
erring child was to their hearts.
Edward would come home early
from school to know how his sister
was, and to see if there was any-
thing he could do for her; and the
merry voice of little George was still,


and no one heard the sound of his
ball or top.
It was a house of sadness, but of
composure,-a house of Christian sor-
row Trouble had entered it; but its
inmates felt that the trouble came
from a Father's hand, and that they
should have no more than He who
knew them best, and loved them best,
saw was for their good. They felt
their Saviour's presence, and rested
upon his words, "My grace is suffi-
cient for thee."
But this sickness was not unto
death: God raised Isabella from her
bed of pain to glorify him by the holy
obedience of her life. To the eye of
man there was much yet to be done;
but her heart was humbled, and her
pride subdued; and He who knew
all her weakness, saw that she would



persevere, and that his chastisement
had answered the purpose for which
it had been sent.
As Isabella began to recover, the
confinement to her room, and her
extreme weakness, were rather more
difficult to bear than her sickness.
She was, however, mild and very
thoughtful, and she would sit some-
times for an hour in the easy chair,
with her face covered with her hands.
One evening she asked her mother
if she had seen her show a wrong
spirit during the day.
"I have not," said Mrs. Gardner.
"I am glad of it," said Isabella:
"I have been trying to be faithful to
myself, and I rejoice that one day has
passed at the close of which my mo-
ther can give me a smile of approba-
tion. I have been looking back upon


this long sickness, and I fear I have
not improved as I ought: I must
begin in earnest now, relying upon
divine assistance."
It was a happy morning in Mr.
Gardner's family when Isabella once
more took her usual seat at the break-
fast table. She was pale and thin:
the glow of health had left her cheeks;
but there was an expression there
that showed the better health of the
soul. The grateful child joined the
family group at breakfast with a prayer
that she might never again disturb its
But little time had passed before
her school companions found that she
was "renewed in the spirit of her
mind." They found her ready to for-
give those who injured her, willing to
oblige others, and to be pleased her-



self. They soon began to love her
much; for her bright, active mind,
made her a delightful companion;
and it was not long before Isabella
Gardner was one of the most pleasing
and best-esteemed girls in school.
The beautiful summer had passed,
and the solemn autumn. The green
fields had given their rich crops to
the farmers, making glad their hearts
with an abundance of good things. In
short, winter had come, and was nearly
At the close of a cold day the family
of Mr. Gardner were sitting by their
comfortable fire. "I have been think-
ing," said little George, as he looked
into the bright fire, how good sister
Isabella has grown lately. She has
not spoken a cross word to me since
I can remember; and cousin Emily


Gray says she would rather come to
see her than anybody, now that she
is so kind and obliging."
Mr. Gardner tried, by a serious look
and shake of the head, to make little
George understand that he did not like
Shis remarks; but George did not see
him, and went on to say that he should
like to know how Isabella had ma-
naged to grow so good.
I see your kindness, dear father,"
said Isabella, "in wishing George to
be silent lest he should hurt my feel-
Sings; but you need not shake your
head at him, for I am quite willing
that he should say what he thinks. I
have noticed how carefully you and
mother have avoided speaking of my
faults; but I have known by your
silent kindness that you have seen
and approved of my efforts to over-



come them. I have done but little;
but I hope by perseverance to become
more worthy to be your child.
"You say, George, that I have
grown better, and wonder what has
made me so. I will tell you, my dear
brother. My mother's counsels and
prayers first directed me to the source
of all strength,-to God, and his holy
word. I had neglected her wishes,
and showed disrespect to her autho-
rity; and in sorrow, but in much love,
she committed me to the care of my
heavenly Parent. She led me to Je-
sus, who was meek and lowly in
heart. From him I have sought dayly,
hourly help, and to him let all the
praise be given, if I have succeeded
at all in subduing my unruly tem-
per. My long sickness, last autumn,
brought me to feel my great weak-


ness and entire dependence upon
God, and gave me time for reflection.
The patient kindness of my friends
humbled me also; for I felt how lit-
tie I deserved it; and I resolved
anew, that if my life was spared, I
would be a better child in future.
But I have much yet to do, and the
constant effort that I am obliged to
make, to conquer this one fault, is
enough to keep me humble."
"I don't quite understand all that
you have said, Isabella," replied
George; "but I know it is much
like what father and mother have
often told me, that when I don't
know exactly how to do right, I
must go to God, and he will always
direct me."
"I can scarcely tell you, George,
how much happier I am now than I


used to be. I wish I could tell you
and every friend I have. My disre-
spect to my father and mother caused
me many a bitter tear, while my un-
kindness to my brothers and sisters
made my dayly life unhappy; and
after my angry disputes with my
school-fellows, I was left in a trou-
bled state of mind, vexed with my-
self and them. Now, with all my
strivings and failures, I have much
peace; and I believe every one will
have it just in proportion as he or she
obeys the commandment of the Lord
Jesus Christ, 'Love one another. "
Mr. Gardner embraced his child,
and when again they knelt in even-
ing devotion, he prayed that love to
God and man might reign in the bo-
som of each of his family, that when
they were called from this world of

trial and temptation, they might all
meet in those blessed regions where
all is love, and peace, and joy in the
Holy Ghost.

"Why am I so happy this morn-
ing?" said Isabella Gardner, as she
arose from her bed, just one year
after the day on which this little his-
tory of her trials commenced: "be-
cause, through the grace of God, I
have, in some degree, subdued my
sinful and unruly temper."



MANY a snare and temptation, young friend,
Will often obtrude in your way,
And constantly every footstep attend,
And threaten to lead you astray.

Perhaps you 'll be tempted to hazard a lie,
Some trivial fault to conceal;
But remember that God, the all-seeing, is nigh,
And will one day the falsehood reveal.

You'll be tempted to cheat your companions at play,
For the sake of a marble or top;
But they who once enter dishonesty's way,
Will find it not easy to stop.

You'll be tempted, perhaps, holy friends to despise,
And follow the godless and vain;
But ever remember to walk with the wise
If heaven you seek to attain.

Another temptation will lie in your road,-
To think that religion is sad;
But none are so happy as those who love God,
And none are so dull as the bad.

Beware, too, of slighting the day of the Lord,
And never its duties neglect;
But meet with his people, and rev'rence his word,
If you would hbs blessing expect.


But though such temptations your path will attend,
The Lord will still make you his care,-
Will be, if you seek him, your guide and your friend,
'Mid every temptation and snare.

FAR beyond the furthest sky,
/ Never seen by mortal eye,
Heaven in dazzling beauty lies,-
An unfading paradise.

Evening dim, and gloomy night,
Never veil that world of light;
Winter never sojourns there,
Summer reigns throughout the year.

In one bright unclouded day
Endless ages roll away;
There, beneath the unsetting sun,
Years of ceaseless pleasure run.

There the good, in concord sweet,
Worship at Jehovah's feet,-
Raise the song, with joy unknown,
Circling round his holy throne.

Works of love, and songs of joy,
All the happy hours employ;
Sickness, trouble, want, and pain,
Seek almittnnce there in vain.



There shall He who, laugh'd to scorn,
Wore the piercing crown of thorn,
Hear his praise in sweetest chords,
King of kings, and Lord of lords.

0 may I, when life is pass'd,
Join that happy throng at last;
Through the great Redeemer's blood,
Sing with them, and dwell with God.

How many poor children I see every day
Who have no one to guide them aright!
No wonder in vice they should wander astray,
And in all that is evil delight.

But I, who have got a good Bible to read,
And parents so anxious and kind,
Shall prove myself vile and ungrateful indeed
If I still am perversely inclined.

These blessings will rise at God's terrible bar,
If I do not grow better by them;
And my Bible, neglected, will also be there,
And my friends and my teachers condemn.

Then let me attend, and make haste to improve,
With every fresh season that's given,
And pray to the Lord of all mercy and love
To train me for virtue and heaven.




No person, young or old, that takes up this
book will wish to put it down before it is finish-
ed; and no reader will fail to be profited by its
perusal. We doubt whether in the same space
there can anywhere be found a better summary
of the history of that wonderful man, or a clearer
picture of the folly of his extravagant ambition,
or the cruelties it led him to perpetrate, and of
the downfall in which it terminated. False
views of the character of warriors and con-
querors have ruined thousands. Need any
other fact be stated to show the imp&'tance of
giving the young, especially, timely and correct
views of these characters ?
If there is one class to whom more than
another this book is particularly commended, it
is to that large class of boys, between the ages
of five and fifteen years, who often think, and
sometimes say, I would like to be a soldier."

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