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A POOR BOY:
TO WHICH ARE ADDED, THE
TRIUMPHS OF EARLY PIETY.
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A NEW EDITION.
WILLIAM NICHOLSON, PUBLISHER,
HISTORY OF JOHN WISE.
JOHN WISE was the son of Ralph
Wise, a very poor man, who had many
children, and could scarcely get bread for
them all by hard labour. He had to work
with all his might each day in the week,
and lived on oat-cake, and oat-meal boil-
ed up with water. But Ralph was a good
man. He never did swear, nor get drunk,
nor tell a lie, nor cheat his master, nor
spend his time with idle and bad men.
Ralph got up soon every morning, and
when his wife Jane and his babes were
ready, he called them to him, and having
read to them ten verses in the Bible, he
said, 'Come wife, come children, let us
all kneel.down and pray to God for his
blessing on us this day. For all good
things come from him. He made us all,
and he can make us happy, though we are
poor in this world. We have sinned a-
gainst him many times, and should fear
his wrath, and ask his mercy, through his
Son Jesus Christ.
'hey all kneeled down, and Ralph
prayed thus: 0 God of mercy thou hast
kept us this night in peace. We might
have been sick, but we are still in health.
Some of us might have died, but we are
all in the land of the living. We thank
thee for thy kind care over us. 0 give us
grace to know, and fear, and love thee, with-
out which we cannot be happy. We have
all grieved thee by our sins; give us hearts
to repent, and turn to thee in truth. For-
give our follies for the -sake of him who
died to save sinners, such as we are. May
we fear before thee this day, fly from all
sin, because it is hateful to thee, and do
thy will with a cheerful heart. May we be
under thy care all this day; grant us thy
Holy Spirit, to renew our hearts, to guide
us, to comfort us, and to prepare us to go
to heaven when we die. Have mercy on
all men. Heal the sick, supply the needy,
and save those who are near their last hour.
Lord, hear our prayer, for the sake of Je-
sus Christ thy Son.' Amen.
Jane taught her son John, and all the
rest of her children who could speak, to
say this prayer morning and evening: 'Our
Father which art in heaven ; hallowed be
thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy
will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread. And
forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive
them that trespass against us. And lead
us not into temptation; but deliver us from
evil. For thine is the kingdom and the
power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.'
John could not yet read, but while his
father was at wqrk, his mother taught him
to repeat, and to sing this morning song
as he sat on his stool beside her:
My God who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,
And to give light to all below
Doth send him round the skies.
When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.
So, like the sun, would.I fulfil
The duties of this day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.
Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain.
When the Sunday came, Ralph would
go to the house of God, both before dinner
and after, and he could not think of leav-
ing his children behind him, for fear they
should wander here and there, and learn
wicked words and ways. But Ralph was
sometimes in a strait; John wanted a hat;
Richard's coat was clouted all over; Tho-
mas had no shoes, and his clogs were both
cloven; Betty's gown was patched in twen-
ty places; and Mary had neither cap nor
But Ralph said to his children, 'God
has told us, that we must keep holy the sab-
bath day; to keep it holy is to spend it in
nis service. You shall go with me to wor-
ship him in such clothes as you have; they
are the best I am able to provide for you.
It will be more to your honour to worship
God in such raiment as he gives, than to
spend his own day in sin and folly, for
want of better No wise man will despise
you for being meanly clothed. If the fool-
ish despise you, it will be to their own
shame ; for it is written, He that despis-
eth the poor reproacheth his Maker."
Thus Ralph would have his children to
go with him; but he sometimes staid at
home, to nurse the little ones; and then,
those who were able to go, went with their
mother. They sometimes pleaded hard
that they might stay at home, at least
when their father did; but the father said
it should notbe so. Mary did not like to
go without bonnet; Betty cried because she
must go in her patched gown; Thomas
pleaded his cloven clogs; and Richard his
clouted coat. But John was more forward
than the rest. and said, 'Father, I never
mind, though I have no hat, for no body
wears a hat in a place of worship; the
squire himself hangs his hat on a pin,
while he is there; and besides, when I go
to the shop, I never think of a hat, and
why should I think of one when I go to
the house of God ?'
One cold winter's day, Mrs. Bland see-
ing John run before his father, without
hat, called him to her, and said. 'My boy,
where are you going ?' 'To public worship,'
said John. 'And have you no hat this
cold morning ?' Little John told her that
he had none, and that his father could not
spare money to buy one. The kind woman
then said 'It is a pity so fine a boy should
br without a cover for his head, when the
weather is so cold ; if your father cannot
spare money, I will.' Mrs. Bland then
took half-a-crown out of her pocket, and
gave it him. John gave a nod with his
head, which he meant as a bow, and thank-
ed her with a glad heart.
Because John liked to go to the house
of God now better than ever, his mother,
one Sunday evening, taught him to repeat
the following song, and his father soon
after taught him to sing it:
Lord, how delightful 'tis to see
A whole assembly worship thee!
At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of heaven, and learn the way.
I have been there, and still would go;
'Tis like a little neaven below;
Not all my pleasure and my play
Shall'tempt me to forget that day.
O write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts and doctrines of thy word!
That I may break thy laws no more.
But love thee better than before.
With thoughts of Christ, and things divine,
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
That, hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.
One Sunday evening, as Ralph was re-
turning with his children from the place of
worship, and asking them what the man
in the pulpit had been talking so much
about, they saw a great deal of men and
women in the road, and when they came
up to them, they found that they were look-
ing at the body of a dead man. Mary and
Betty, with the rest of the children, went
also to look at this sad sight. The girls
cried, and the boys were much affrighted.
They all clung to the skirts of their father's
coat and said, '0 father, let us go.' But
Ralph asked the people who stood by who
the man was, and what he had been doing.
He was told that the poor unhappy man,
returning from the market, had stopped at
an ale-house, and had been drinking all
the night, till that afternoon, when he set
out again, but that here he fell from his
horse, and broke his neck. 'Childien.'
said Ralph, as he left the place, this man
did not keep holy the sabbath day; and
you see his end.'
About this time IlMr. Friendly set up
a sunday-school, not far from the place
where this poor family lived. He bought
a number of small books, and obtained
masters to teach poor little boys and girls
to read. When Ralph heard of this he
wvas very glad. He had tried to teach
some of the children on Sunday nights to
know their letters, and two or three of them
could read a little; but there were many
words in the Bible, and the Pilgrim's
Progress, which neither Ralph, Jane, nor
the children could manage. The small
Bible which Ralph had, was given him by
his mother's father. It was old, much worn,
and very dirty. Some of the leaves were
loose, and the back was quite gone. But
Ralph prized it more than all the stools in
his house, yea, more than the two beds in
which he, his wife, and seven children
slept. The Pilgrim's Progress was given
to Jane by her mother, on her wedding-
day. Some years after, Mrs. Meek sent
her a little book for her children, called
Ralph sent as many of his children to
Mr. Friendly's school as were able to go.
They went a few times very freely; but
some of them soon began to grow weary.
Betty stole away to walk in the fields with
Ruth Giddy and Peggy Trifle; two very
bad girls, who lived hard by. One Sun-
day evening, when Thomas was going to
school, he met with Dick Wild, who was
seeking birds' nests. Dick asked Thomas
to go with him, and Thomas yielded.
When they had rambled about some time,
Dick saw something near the top of a
high tree, which he thought was a nest.
He climbed up, but finding no nest, he
was vexed, and began to swear in a dread-
ful manner. While he was speaking these
wicked words, his foot slipping, he fell
down and broke his arm. Thomas ran
home in great fear and distress, told his
parents all that had happened, begging
they would forgive him for that time, and
he would do the like no more.
As John was going home from school,
he saw something by the road side, which
he took up, and carried to his father. It
was a little book, or rather part of one; for
the first and last leaves were gone; and it
was wrapped in an old dirty rag. When
John got home, and saw what it was, I
dare say, father,' said he, this belongs to
one of the scholars, and he that has lost it
will be troubled, but he shall have it again,
if I can find him out.' 'That's right, my
child,' said the father, "for it is written in
the Testament, "all things which ye would
that men should do to you, do ye even so
to them." 'Yes, father,' said John, 'you
have often told us of this, and I thought
of it as soon as I had taken up the book;
for I am sure, if I had lost a book I should
wish that he who found it would give it me
again. I think I remember a verse about
Be you to others kind and true,
As you'd have others be to you;
And neither do nor say to men
Whate'er you would not take again.
Betty came home very late, covered
with mud, and her clothes dropping with
wet; for she had slipped into a pond of
dirty water, and had like to have been
drowned. She had lost one of her old
shoes, and torn the other. Ralph and
Jane were sorely troubled, and shed many
tears. They talked to the child a long
time; but as it was the first offence of the
kind, and as both Betty and Thomas said
they would never do so again, they were
not beaten. Ralph took his old Bible, and
after seeking some time, he found and
read t.hee words. ".And while the child-
ren of Israel were in the wilderness, they
found a man that gathered sticks upon the
sabbath-day; and they that found him
gathering sticks brought him to Moses and
Aaron, and unto all the people. And they
put him in ward, because it was not de-
clared what should be done to him. And
the Lord said unto Moses, The man shall
surely be put to death; all the people shall
stone him with stones without the camp.
And all the people brought him without
the camp, and stoned him with stones, and
he died ; as the Lord commanded Moses.'
'Now,' says Ralph, 'this man's sin was
not so great as yours, yet that holy God,
who is angry with the wicked gave orders
that he should be put to death.' The
children wept very much, and said, 'Fa-
ther, pray to God that he would forgive
us.' They all kneeled down, and Ralph
prayed with many tears.
The following easy rhymes were learnt
by heart, by the little boys and girls at Mr.
Friendly's Sunday School.
I ought to pray to God each day :
Before I eat I must intreat
The Lord to bless my homely mess.
On God's own day I must not play;
But I must hear his word in fear.
I must not lie, lest I should die;
A man and woman were struck dead,
For telling lies, as 1 have read.
I must not swear, for God is near;
And I should learn his name to fear,
It would be wicked and profane
To take his holy name in vain.
Whate'er I do I must not steal;
But labour hard for every meal.
It is a sin to steal a pin;
Much more to steal a greater thing.
Our Saviour taught us all to pray
For bread to feed us day by day;
Our honest labour he will bless;
But he abhors all idleness.
My parents both I must obey,
And take good heed to what they say.
I must be humble, meek, and mild;
For God doth love a humble child.
I ought to speak of no man ill,
But to all creatures bear good-will.
Whate'er I do I must not sin,
Although it were a world to win.
Forgiveness I must daily crave
Of him who died my soul to save;
'Tis on his name I daily must
Rely with hope and humble trust.
He will receive me when I die,
And take me to the world on high;
Then I shall dwell with him above,
Whose heart is kind, whose name is love I
He will my soul for ever save,
And raise my body from the grave.
Little John, in the mean time, loved his
book, and would rather have gone hun-
gry to bed than have missed going to
school. He began to learn so fast that his
master took great notice of him, and clap-
ped him on the head, saying, John is a
fine lad indeed, I will speak to Mr. Friend-
ly, who, I dare say, will do something for
him.' John was more happy than a king
on his throne, and strove to read better
and better, whenever his turn came on.
His master gave him a little book, which
pleased him more than can be told. When
the school broke up, he ran home with it
in his hand (for he had no pocket) joyful,
and with a glad heart.
The next Lord's day morning, Ralph
and Jane, after they had joined with their
children in prayer, tried to teach them to
sing this song:
This is the day when Christ arose,
So early from the dead;
Why should I keep my eyelids closed
And waste my hours in bed P
This is the day when Jesus broke
The power of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
And love my sins so well P
To-day with pleasure Christians meet
To pray and hear the word;
And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn thy will, 0 Lord.
1'll leave my sport to read and pray,
And so prepare for heaven;
O may 1 love this blessed day,
The best of all the seven.
As Ralph and Jane worked very hard
themselves all the six days of the week, so
every one of their boys and girls that could
do any thing was taught to labour. In-
deed they must work or starve. The chil-
dren would sometimes be idle, and Ralph
had a great deal to do to get them forward;
but he told them plainly that he that
would not work must not eat.
One day a stranger passing that way,
and seeing the door open, went in and
stopped a while to talk with Ralph about
his large family, and to ask him how he
lived. 'Thank God,' says Ralph, 'we
e'en live well enough, I love my wife and
children, and take delight in working for
them. Meal is dear, but we get as much
to eat, for the most part, as nature craves.
My children you see look well. God is
good and kind to us, in giving us health,
and food, and every thing. He blesses our
labour, our bread, and our water, and
makes us content and happy. My wife,
indeed, is sometimes fretful, and afraid we
can never get on; but I say to her, "Never
fear, Jane, we have had help thus far;
and if we trust in God, he will not for-
sake us;" for the scripture says, "Trust
in the Lord, and verily thou shalt be fed "
Jane wiped her eyes with the skirt of her
gown. The stranger was much pleased
to hear this account from so poor a man.
To John, who seemed to him to be the
most lively and active child in the house,
he gave sixpence, to the rest a penny each,
to the mother five shillings, and then went
away; without telling who he was, or
whence he came. The whole family were
joyful beyond measure, and gave thanks
to God for his great kindness, looking upon
this as one of the best days they had yet
The next Sabbath day Ralph and his
children went to the house of God, as they
were accustomed to do. The preacher
took these words for his text; "Call the
sabbath a delight, The holy of the Lord,
and honour him." He told the people in
very plain language, that to neglect the
public worship of God on his own day is a
great sin, 'For,' said he, 'it is a breach of
the express command of him who is to be
our Judge at last; it is to fly in the face
of the laws of our own land; it is a con-
tempt of the gospel which is preached on
that day, and of Jesus Christ who came
to save us; it is the way to live in blind-
ness, to live without God, without Christ,
and so without hope in the world; it is to
set a very bad pattern for others to follow;
and it is to go against the practice of all
good men, good women, and good chil-
dren, in every age and every place. To
forsake the worship of God on this day, is
to give up yourselves into the hands of
Satan, and to take the ready road to ruin.
The boys and girls minded what the
preacher said, for he spoke so plainly that
they knew what he meant.
When the sermon was ended, all the
people lifted up their voices, and sung as
This day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
To-day he left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day good men his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
This is the glorious day
That our Redeemer made;
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray;
Let every heart be glad.
All glory to the King
Of David's royal blood;
We bless his name who comes to bring
Salvation from our God.
We bless thine holy word,
Which all this grace displays,
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.
Our willing souls would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing themselves away,
To everlasting bliss.
As they were going to dinner, John said
to his brother Thomas, I wish Dick Wild
had been with us to-day, he might have
heard something which would have done
him good; but Thomas, thinking on his
past faults, hung down his head and sighed.
Mary said, My heart was glad when all
the people sang so Loud and so sweetly;
I thought it was something like what my
mother has often told us about heaven,
where they have nothing to do but to re-
joice, and to sing the praises of him who
made them, and who has saved them from
sin, by shedding his blood.' 'But, says
Richard, 'may poor children, such as we
are, hope to go there ?' Little John came
up to him, and made this answer, in his
sprightly manner; Do not you know what
my father read to us the other night ? I
think it was thus: "Jesus said, suffer lit-
tle children to come unto me, and forbid
them not, for of such is the kingdom of
And at another time he read bout La-
sis-Father, was not that his name? 'No
my child,' said the father, 'it was Laza-
rus.' '0 yes,' says John, 'so it was, it
was Lazarus; he was a very poor man,
who lay at the gate of one that was rich,
and desired only to have the crumbs which
fell from the proud man's table. In a
while, poor Lazarus died, and was carried
by angels into Abraham's bosom. Father,
does not that mean heaven? 'It does, my
child,b said the father, 'and I hope you
will go there when you die.' I hope so
too, says John, 'and I pray to God every
day, that he would make me fit for it by
his grace, through Jesus Christ.' The fa-
ther said, This is what should be done
by us all."
John was so constant at school, so mind-
ful of his book when he was there, and
made such progress, that Mr. Friendly was
greatly pleased with him, and gave him
many little presents from time to time.
Mary, Betty, Thomas, and Richard also
now came to school every Sunday evening,
and began to come forward in their learn-
ing. Mr. Friendly gave them all some
little thing or other; but because John ex-
celled every one in the school, Mr. Friend-
ly gave orders that he should have a new
dress, from head to foot. When it was
made, and John had put it on, the look
of him was so much changed, that those
who knew him before, could hardly know
The master of the school, seeing that
John was a little proud of his new clothes,
was afraid of his mind being hurt by what
was meant to do him good, with regard to
his body. John was therefore required to
get these verses by heart, and to repeat
them to the master; which he did in a
very little time.
Why should our garments made to hide
Oar parents' shame, provoke our pride?
The art of dress did ne'er begin,
Till Eve, our mother, learnt to sin.
When first she put the covering on,
Her robe of innocence was gone;
And yet her children vainly boast
In the sad marks of glory lost.
How proud we are how fond to show
Our clothes, and call them rich and new;
When the poor sheep and silk-worm wore
That very clothing, long before.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I;
Let me be drest fine as I,will,
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
Then will I set my heart to find
Inward adornings of the mind;
Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace,
These are the robes of richest dress.
No more shall worms with me compare;
This is the raiment angels wear;
The Son of God when here below,
Put on this best apparel too.
It never fades, it ne'er grows old,
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mold;
It takes no spot, but still refines ;
The more 'tis worn, the more it shines.
In this on earth would I appear,
Then go to heaven and wear it there;
God will approve it in his sight,
'Tis his own work, and his delight.
On Monday morning, Mr. Grave, the
minister, called to see Ralph, and his poor
family. The wheels were set by for half
an hour; some sat down on stools, and
some on the floor; every one was ready to
hear what Mr. Grave would say. After
talking a little while with Ralph and Jane,
he asked the children these questions:-
Q. What, my dear children, are you ?
A. We are very poor children, but we are
the creatures of God.
Q. Are you holy, or are you sinful crea-
A. We are sinful and unholy creatures,
because we have broken God's law a
great many times.
Q. What do you deserve because of your
A. We deserve the wrath of the great God,
who is holy, and hates all sin.
Q. How do you hope to escape his wrath ?
A. Jesus Christ, the Son of God, came
into the world to save sinners.
Q. What did he do that he might save
A. He obeyed the law of God which sin-
ners had broken, and died upon the
cross, that they might not perish, but be
made happy for ever.
Q. What is needful to be done for you, that
you may be made happy for ever?
A. That it would please God to give us
repentance of all that we have done a-
miss, to help us to believe the promises
of the gospel, and to make us holy in
heart and life.
Little John answered most of these ques-
tions in the name of his brothers and sis-
ters, as well as of himself. They all
kneeled down, the preacher prayed with
them, and then took his leave. But he
was so pleased with John, that he gave
him a Testament which he had, in his
John having now a book of his own,
which was the joy and delight of his heart,
the next time he went to school, he read
to his master this lesson, in a very distinct
and correct manner:
"Jesus said, blessed be ye poor, foryours
is the kingdom of God. Blessed are ye
that hunger now, for ye shall be filled.
Blessed are ye that weep now, for ye shall
laugh. Blessed are ye when men shall
hate you, turn from you, reproach you, and
cast out your names as evil, for the Son
of man's sake. Rejoice ye in that day and
leap for joy; for behold, your reward is
great in heaven: for in like manner did
their fathers unto the prophets."
But woe unto you that are full, for ye
shall hunger; woe unto you that laugh
now, for ye shall mourn and weep. Woe
unto you when all men shall speak well of
you; for so did their fathers to the false
prophets. But I say unto you which hear
me, love your foes, and do good to them
that hate you. Bless them that curse you,
and pray for those that use you ill. Unto
him that smiteth thee on the one cheek,
offer also the other; and him that taketh
away thy cloak, forbid not to take thy coat
also. Give to him that asketh of thee, and
of him that taketh away thy goods, ask
them not again. As ye would that men
should do to you, do ye also to them like-
The following lessons were also read by
some of the girls in the Sunday School.
God gives me bread though I am poor
I do not beg from door to door,
Like Thomas Pork and Betty Grave,
Who will not work, but rather starve.
They live a life of shame and sin,
Because they do not love to spin.
In filthy rags I see them clad;
They learn to do whatever is bad.
They range about from day to day;
They swear and curse, but never pray;
Their daily talk is all profane;
They take the name of God in vain.
What wicked lies they learn to tell !
They fear not God, nor death, nor hell;
I hear that they do also try
To rob and steal, as well as lie.
To ruin they are running fast,
I fear they will be hang'd at last.
It is not thus with Mary Flight,
Who in her work takes great delight,
At morn she rises ere 'tis day,
Gets done her work, then goes to play;
While labour does her hands employ,
Her heart seems always full of joy.
Oft at her work I've heard her sing,
Just like a bird in early spring,
Which briskly hops from spray to spray,
Makes up its nest, and sings all day.
Young Mary's mind is never sad,
At work or play her heart is glad.
No idle words defile her tongue;
But while at work this is her song:
'Tis the voice of a sluggard;
I heard him complain,
'You have wak'd me to soon,
I must slumber again;'
As the door on its hinges,
So he on his bed,
Turns his sides and his shoulders,
And his heavy head.
'A little more sleep,
And a little more slumber,'
Thus he wastes half his days,
And his hours without number'
And when he gets up,
He sits folding his hands,
Or walks about sauntering,
Or trifling he stands.
I pass'd by his garden,
And saw the wild brier,
The thorn and the thistle
Grew broader and higher.
The clothes that hang on him
Are turning to rags,
And his money still wastes,
Till he starves or he begs.
I paid him a visit,
Still hoping to find,
He had taken more care
In i 14r,''. r;- his mind;
He told me his dreams,
Talk'd of eating and drinking,
But he scarce reads his Bible,
And .-'.er 1:'I think .!:.
Said I then to my heart,
'Here's a lesson for me;
That man's but a picture
Of what.I might be;
But thanks to my friends,
For their care in my breeding,
Who taught me betimes,
To love working and reading.
S SECTION XXX.
Dick Wild had got well some time ago
of his broken arm, but his manners were
not mended at all. He neither would go
to public worship nor school. He knew
not a letter of a book. He hated all good
children, and used to mock them and laugh
them to scorn, when he met them in the
road.. To do mischief was his delight.
He had almost broken the hearts of his
parents, by his wicked ways, who often said
to him, "He will bring down our grey
hairs with sorrow to the grave." At one
time he had like to have lost the sight of
one of his eyes, by fighting with another
wicked boy, like himself. At another
time he was caught stealing apples in aa
orchard, and was beaten by Mr. Smart,
the owner of it, till he could hardly get
home. One Sunday he met with a young
horse belonging to a farmer; it had got
out of the pasture, and was grazing by the
road side. Dick jumped upon its back;
but the horse setting off at full speed, he
was thrown into a ditch, and taken up for
dead. Though he recovered after some
time, he was still as careless, and as wick-
ed as ever, and likely, by some means or
other, to come to a dreadful end.
John Wise now grew in knowledge and
goodness from day to day., He was the
joy b nd delight of his poor parents, and a
pattern to all his brothers and sisters. But
his Testament, the clothes which, Mr.
Friendly had given him, and- the notice
which many of the neighbours took of him,
stirred up some. degree of envy in his bro-
thers, so that they sometimes spoke unkind
words to him. Nay, they would some-
tinis strike him. When Ralph knew
this Lh: was grieved; and, to put a stop to
it, he caused all'his children to learn and
get by heart these verses:
: Whiatever brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
'Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little nests agree,
And 'tis a shameful sight,
When children in one family
Fall out, and chide, and tight.
The Devil tempts one mother's son
'To rage against another;
So wicked Coin was hurry'd on
Till he had killed his brother.
The wise will make their anger cool,
At least before 'tis night;
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.
Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove;
That as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.
One morning, Stephen Watchful, the
constable, came to the master of the Sun-
day School, and told him that he saw some
of his scholars playing at foot-ball on Sun-
day, January 6th. That when he had got
into the field where they were playing, they
ran away: but he knew them all, and was
certain that he could give in a true list of
their names. He said also, that if .they
were known to be guilty of the like offence
again, he would make complaint to Jus-
tice Trueman. The master thanked him
for his care, took down the names of the
guilty in his book, and promised to call
them to account.
The next Sunday, when the scholars
were all present, the master sent a boy to
desire Mr. Friendly to come over to the
school for a few minutes. When he was
come, the master bade the scholars stand
up, and bow to him. He then looked in
his book, and called the six guilty boys by
name, saying, 'John Bold, Peter Hardy,
James Careless, Robert Range, Stephen
Stone, and William Wilful, I am told you
were seen playing at foot-ball on Sunday
last, the 6th of this month, in David Plain-
man's field.' But they all, as with one
voice, denied the charge. For they had
agreed together what they should say, if
they were asked about being absent from
school. The master said, I am certain
from my book, that you were not at school;
now, what reason can you give for your
absence?' John Bold said, that he was
sent on an errand ; Peter Hardy, that his
mother wanted him to stay at home to
nurse the child ; James Careless, that he
was sick; Robert Range, that his father
sent him to see his grandmother, and to
carry her an ounce of tobacco; Stephen
Stone, that his uncle was come from Lon-
don, and said he must not leave him; and
William Wilful, said his coat was so torn
that he could not put it on, and the wea-
ther was cold.
The master then said to Mr. Friendly,
'Sir, I beg leave to tell you that these
wicked boys have told nothing but lies.
Stephen Watchful, the constable, came to
inform me, that'he saw them at this sport
when they should have been at school;
that he ran after them, but could not catch
them. In their haste to get away, they
left the foot-ball, and here it is.' Some of
the boys looked at it, and said, they were
sure it belonged to Peter Hardy, whose
father was a shoe-maker. I have inquired,'
said the master,' of David Plainman the
owner of the field; he says the charge is
just, for he saw these lads playing there
for a long time, and went to drive them
away, but they came again, and laughed
him to scorn. I have one word more to
say, and that is,- the constable told me,
that if these wicked lads do the like again,
he will give in their names to Justice
Trueman, who will certainly call them to
Mr Friendly then fixed his eyes upon
the guilty boys, with a look which made
them tremble, and hang down their heads;
for though he was a kind hearted man, he
was now very angry. He called them by
their names, and said, 'I am grieved, ve-
ry sorely grieved to hear these things of
you, and fiom you. You have committed
three offences. In the first place you have
neglected the school, in contempt of those
who support it, and to your own loss. In
the second place, which is still worse, you
have broken the sabbath; and to both
these you have added the horrid crime of
inventing and telling lies. Read the fifth
chapter of the Acts of the Apostles, and
see wherein your offence differs from that
of the man and his wife, who were both
struck dead the same day, by the vengeful
hand of God. The six boys were then
made to stand upon a bench, and, one af-
ter another, to read the ten first verses of
the chapter just named. These Mr.
Friendly charged them to get to repeat
without book, against the Sunday fol-
Then Mr. Friendly said, 'the sin ofly-
ing has been deemed a hateful vice in all
ages of mankind. God hates a lying
tongue, and he has not only said, that all
liars shall have their part in the lake which
burneth with fire and brimstone, but he
sometimes pursues them with vengeance
here, and drives them out of the world, as
pests of society. I will tell you a story
which I believe to be true.
A certain poor woman, at a work-house
in Berkshire was seen to open a box with
some ill design, which belonged to ano-
ther poor person, she was charged .with
the crime, but she denied the fact, as you
have done to-day, and wished God might
strike her dead, if she had done any such
thing. And, awful to tell, she sunk down
upon the floor that very moment, and died,
without speaking another word. Ye guilty
boys, repent of your wickedness, and pray
to God-for pardon of this and your other
crimes, lest you should share the same
As all the scholars were filled with fear
by what thay had seen and -heard, the
master, that they might think of it the
more, set them the following verses to get
0 'tis a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom's way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say.
But liars we can never trust,.
Though they should speak the thing that's
And he that does one fault at first, [true;
And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Have we not known, nor heard, nor read,
How God abhors deceit and wrong P
How Ananias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue P
So did his wife Sapphira die,
When she came in and grew so bold,
As to confirm the wicked lie
Thatjust before her husband told.
The Lord delights in them that speak
The words of truth; but every liar
Must have his portion in the lake
Which burns with brimstone and with fire.
Then let me always watch mr lips,
Lest I be struck to death and hell,
Since God a book of reckoning keeps
For every lie that children tell.
After this the boys and girls were very
constant at school for some time, and
minded their books when there. Every
body was pleased to see how much they
were reformed in their manners, and how
fast they improved in their learning.
Many cried, What a good thing is this
Sunday School! What a change among
the children it has made! Those who
used to run about all the Sunday long,
doing mischief, scoffing at people in the
road, calling names, and saying ill words,
are now found in better employ, and are
quite changed.. They go in a decent
manner to the place of worship, and after
that to school in the evening. They are
now learning something that is good every
week. What a fine thing is this! It
makes every good and wise man love
them, and speak well of them.'
When the minister preached about the
wicked children sbirning the aged prophet
Elisha, for which offence forty-two of them
were torn in pieces by wild bears, all the
scholars were present before him, and were
filled with fear, because many of them had
been guilty in much the same way; There
were Simon Scorn, Jacob Jar, George
Grim, Robert Rue, Betty Bold, Susan
Sneer, Hannah Hard, and many others
who had been very guilty in this matter,
But the sermon put them to shame, and
it was said, that some of them wept to
think they had been so wicked. Before
the service was ended, the children were
ordered to stand up, and to sing these
verses, which had a very good effect on
them, making them to think more of the
sermon, and to lay asidd the naughty prac-
tice of scoffing and scorning.
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men;
When others give a railing word,
We must not rail again.
Cross words and angry names require
To be chastis'd at school;
And he's in danger of hell fire,
That calls his brother fool.
But lips that dare he so profane,
To mock, and jeer, and scoff,
At hqly things, or holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.
When children in their wanton play,
Serv'd old Elisha so;
And bid the prophet go his way,
Go up, thou bald head, go:"
God quickly stopped their wicked breath,
And sent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood, and groans, and tears.
Great God, how terrible art thou,
To sinners e'er so young !
Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.
One morning as John Wise was going
to the shop of Widow Waiting for a pound
of salt, he saw Mr. Grave, the minister,
in the road. John's heart was ready to
leap for joy at the sight of him, for he
loved Mr. Grave very much, and he.knew
that Mr. Grave loved him. John there-
fore ran to overtake the minister, and when
he came up to him he made a bow, and
said, Good morning, Sir.' Mr. Grave
got hold of his little hand and said, 'What
my good boy, art thou stirring so soon
this morning ?' Yes,' said John,' my mo-
ther wanted some salt for the porridge,
and I am going to Widow Waitings for
a pound.' 'Very well,' said the preacher,
'and how are you all at home? I was
thinking to call at your house before my
return, if I had not seen you.' John was
'ready with his answer, 'Through God's
mercy, we are.all well, and I am sure we
should be very glad to see you.'
'Well, John, said Mr. Grave, 'how do
you go on at the Sunday School ?' I think
Sir,' said John, 'the scholars get on well
in their reading; seventeen of the boys,
and about as many of the girls, can say
the catechism; and every body says that
they behave much better than.they once
did. It is said, that Mr. Tradewell, who
you know, finds poor people with work,
has it in his heart to provide new clothes
for all the boys. and girls in the school,
who behaved well. I wept for joy when
I heard of this; f6r I did not like to stand
alone in my new coat, when all the rest
have old ones.' This is what I have heard
before,' said Mr. Grave; it is very gene-
rous in Mr. Tradewell, and if he do it, I
hope God will reward him. But poor
children, who have such kind friends,
should be very good, and very careful to
But,' says John, 'there is one thing
which troubles me very much.' He then
burst out into tears, and could hardly speak
for some time. What is it that troubles
thee, my child?' said the minister, still
holding him by the hand. 'Why,' says
John, 'I fear some of our scholars are yet
guilty of saying naughty words, which I
dare not name. I have been afraid to tell
the master, for I do not like to see them
beaten, and yet I think I ought to tell him.
Last Sunday night but one, as we were re-
turning from school, just at dark, Richard
Rough pushedLawrence Lusty into a pud-
dle of water by the road-side. Upon this
they began to quarrel, to call one another
foul names, and to curse and swear in such
a-manner as made me tremble. Some oth-
er lads, who stood by, joined in the quar-
rel, and spoke a great deal of wicked
words. I was so sorry, that when I got
home, I could eat no supper, and when I
went to bed, I could not sleep. I hope
you will not be angry that I have told you.
But I fear my mother will want me.' So
John made his bow and ran forward.
The next Sunday morning, when Mr.
Grave had all the scholars before him, he
ordered them to answer those questions in
the catechism which relate to the ten com-
mandments ; and when they came to these
words, Thou shalt not take the name of
the Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord
will not hold him guiltless that taketh
his name in vain;" he stopped and asked
the children many questions about the
meaning of that command. He then
preached a plain, but short sermon from
these words, "Swear not at all" He said,
'It is a very wicked thing to swear and
curse; it can give no pleasure; it can
bring no profit; it is striking at the very
throne of the Almighty; it is done without
any show of reason; nay, it is against all
reason; God has said unto us, "Above all
things, swear not!" it is a sin directly
pointed against the glory and majesty of
him who made us, and who will be our
Judge; it is a despising of him who gives
every good thing; it is setting a wicked
example; and if continued in, it is a cer-
tain sign of eternal destruction. To all
these reasons against it, may be added,
that it is a breach of the national law,
which requires the guilty person to pay a
penalty for every profane oath which he
The children were then ordered to sing
these verses, and then they were dismissed.
Angels, that high in glory dwell,
Adore thy name, Almighty God;
And devils tremble down in hell,
Beneath the terrors of thy rod.
And yet, how wicked children dare
Abuse thy dreadful, glorious name !
And when they're angry, how they swear,
And curse their fellows, and blaspheme?
How will they stand before thy face,.
Who treated thee with such disdain P
While thou shalt doom them to the place
Of everlasting fire and pain !
Then never shall one cooling drop
To quench their burning tongues be given
But I will praise thee here, and hope
Thus to employ my tongue i n heaven.
My heart shall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above;
'Tis that great God whose power I fear;
That heavenly Father whom I love.
If my companions grow profane,
I'll leave their friendship when I hear
Young sinners take thy name in vain,
And learn to curse, and learn to swear.
John heard no more ill words from
Richard Rough, Lawrence Lusty, or any
other of the boys; but for some time things
went on well. It was said that the girls
were modest and decent in their behavi-
our; for Mrs. Friendly gave them a great
deal of good advice, for which they were
very thankful. To encourage them, she
gave them many things which they stood
in need of, and was very kind to them.
But a few weeks after the sermon a-
gainst swearing, a fault was committed by
some one of the scholars, which occasioned
some trouble. One Sunday night, when
the school was quite full, Widow Waiting
came in, and desired to speak with the
head master. She said, a number of the
scholars had called at her shop, and want-
ed to buy some cakes, but she told them
she did not keep an open shop on Sun-
days. 'Soon after they were gone,' said
she,' I missed two round cakes, which I
think they must have taken out of the
window. The value of my cakes is not
much, but the practice of stealing cannot
be too soon checked in children. I can
know my cakes,' said she, wherever I
see them ; there is a large star in the mid-
dle, and five smaller ones round the edges.'
The master thanked Widow Waiting, and
desired her to stop a little. He then or-
dered the pockets of all the boys to be
searched, and in the pocket of Luke Shar-
per were found one whole cake, and part
of another. The master saw the marks
which the widow had mentioned.
All the boys were then ordered to stand
up ; the master talked to them very closely
about the vice of stealing, which is so
hateful both to God and man. Luke.
Sharper was severely corrected and requi-
red to pay Widow Waiting the next morn-
ing, twice as much as the price of the
cakes, and to beg of her to forgive him.
The master then said to the scholars:-
'That you may all take warning, and be-
ware of this bad boy's example, you shall
learn by heart these verses:'
Why should I deprive my neighbour
Of his goods against his will P
Hands were made for honest labour,
Not to plunder nor to steal.
'Tis a foolish self-deceiving
By such tricks to hope for gain;
All that's ever got by thieving
Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain.
Have not Eve and Adam taught us
Their sad profit to compute;
To what dismal state they brought us
When they stole forbidden fruit I
Oft we see a young beginner
Practise little pilfering ways,
Till grown up a harden'd sinner,
Then the gallows ends his days.
Theft will not be always hidden,
Though we fancy none can spy;
When we take a thing forbidden,
God beholds it with his eye.
Guard my heart, 0 God of heaven,
Lest I covet what's not mine;
Lest I steal what is not given,
Guard my heart and hands from sin.
The stranger who had called to see
Ralph Wise and his poor family, some
time ago, made it in his way to visit them
again. He took a stool and sat down by
the fire, the weather being cold. After
talking a while with Ralph and Jane, and
giving them a great deal of good advice,
he called John to him. John having
made one of his best bows, the stranger
took him by the hand, and asked him what
he had done with the sixpence he had be-
fore given him. 'Why,' says John, 'I
knew that my father and mother had to
labour almost night and day, to get bread
for us all, and it grieved me to think that
I could do so little for them, who had al-
ways done so much for me; so I gave my
father the sixpence to buy potatoes.' Very
well,' said the stranger, You acted the
part of a good boy; and I think I must
give you a little more;' so he gave him
three shillings. John looked at this money
again and again, and was ready to cry for
joy. At last, says he, 'Master, my mother
has but one gown, and it is nearly done;
will you be pleased, if I give her this mo-
ney towards buying a new one? The
stranger smiled, and said, Come and kiss
me, my good boy, for thou hast won my
heart, and I cannot but love thee. I will
tell thee, John, what thou shalt do; give
the three shillings to thy brothers and sis-
ters, to be shared amongst them, and take
this piece of gold, and give it to thy mo-
their, to buy what she needs with it.' Up.
on this, the parents, and several of the
children,burstout into tears, and Jane said
to Ralph in a whisper, Sure this is an an-
gel from heaven! The stranger slipped
away before they had time to thank him.
'Come, wife,' said Ralph, did not I tell
thee, that if we put our trust in God, he
would not fail us ? Dost thou now believe?
She said, 'I do; and whoever this kind-
hearted stranger is, it must be the hand of
providence that brings him here, and I am
sure we ought to pray that God would re-
ward him.' Ralph wiped his eyes with
the tattered skirt of his coat, and said, 'I
think we should do so every morning and
evening when we kneel down together.'
Little John then desired leave to read
the following verses to his brothers and
sisters, which he said, had pleased him so
much, that he intended to get them by
Christ is merciful and mild,
He was once a little child;
He, whom heavenly hosts adore,
Liv'd on earth amongst the poor.
Rich he was beyond degree,
Rich from all eternity ;
Yet, to manifest his love,
He descended from above.
He did lay his glory by,
When for us he came to die;
How I wonder when I see
His unbounded love to me I
On the long expected morn
He was in a stable born;
In a manger he was laid,
Where the horned oxen fed.
Then how mean was his abode,
Who is called, THE MIGHTY GOD I
Angels who before him bow,
Wonder'd that he stoop'd so low.
Through his after life I see
Lowliness and poverty;
Yet through all his actions ran
Love to poor and sinful man.
He the sick to health restored;
To the poor he preach'd the word;
Little boys and girls did prove
Tokens of his tender love.
These he in his arms caress'd,
Kindly took them to his breast;
They," said he, are heirs of bliss,
For of such my kingdom is."
He the hungry people fed,
Blest and multiply'd the bread;
While his words of grace impart
Healing to the broken heart.
O how humble, poor, and low,
Was the LORD of GLORY now I
See him sit on Jacob's well,
Faint with hunger, thirst, and toil.
Water he did meekly crave,
E'en of one he came to save;
'Twas his meat and drink to do
All his Father's will below.
Every bird can build its nest,
Foxes have their place of rest;
He, by whom the world was made,
Had not where to lay his head.
He who is the Lord Most High,
Then was poorer far than I,
That I might hereafter be
Rich to all eternity.
Five days after this, little Mary was
sent for a pound of treacle, and two far-
thing candles. Ellen Tape, the shop-
keeper, no sooner saw Mary, than sh,
began to tell her strange things. A man,'
said she, 'has just been at our door, with
a loaded cart, and two fine horses, who
enquired if one Ralph Wise did not live
somewhere near; and I told him where
you lived. He asked many questions a-
bout your father. I told him that Ralph
was very poor, but always paid well for
every thing he had; and, said I, he is a
good honest man, if there be one. His
wife deserves to be praised not less than
he; and the children follow the example
of their parents.' The man said, 'I am
glad to hear this account; my master has
taken a liking to them, and has sent me
with some winter store for them. He is
one of the best masters in the world, and
never weary of doing good to the poor.'
'But,' said he, 'I have come five and
twenty miles, and my horses are tired, is
there no public-house where I could re-
fresh them a little, before I go up yonder
hill?' 'I showed him the way,' said El-
len, 'to Abraham Drinkall's, at the Black
Dog, and I dare say he is there just now.'
Mary took up her treacle pot, and laid
down her money, but she was in such a
haste to get home with this good news,
that she quite forgot her candles. The
Black-Dog ale-house was in her way, and
she there saw the cart standing, and a stout
young man feeding the horses. The man
wore a drab coat, with a yellow collar,
and the brim of his hat had something
round it of the same colour. On the side
of the cart, Mary saw these words, 'John
Manly, Esq., New-House.
Mary ran home with all speed, and as
soon as she could get breath, she told
every thing she had heard and seen to her
father and mother. Ralph was filled with
wonder; Jane held up her hands and said,
'Ah, my husband! what can this mean?
I am afraid there is something in it which
is not right.' Ralph was almost as much
at a loss what to think of the affair as his
wife; 'I hope,' said he, 'no evil is intend-
ed us; nay, I hope the hand of the Al-
mighty is in it; he knows that we desire
to fear him, and to do no harm to any
body. But a thought has just come into
my head, I wish our minister was here, I
am sure he would tell us what to do.
John sprang up in a moment, and said,
'Father, shall I run and fetch him?'
While they were thinking about this,
and John waiting to hear whether he must
go or not, Richard looked out at the win-
dow, and said,' Mr. Grave is coming down
the lane!' Better and better,' said Ralph,
and ran out to meet the minister, who
shook him by the hand, saying, 'Ralph,
how do you do ? How does Jane, and how
are all your children ?' The poor man
could hardly utter a word. He used to
stammer a little in speaking, but now his
spirits were in such a flutter, that he could
hardly get out,-' Thank God, we are all
well, and glad to see you.'
'God has made me the messenger of
good news to sinners,' said Mr. Grave,
'and I am happy in having something to
tell you, which may justly be called good,
though of a temporal nature. I have this
morning received a post letter, which is
much in your favour. The writer of it
was at my house a few days ago, and said
he had called twice upon you, and was
much pleased with what he had heard and
seen, though he was sensiby touched with
the marks of poverty which he observed
in your cottage. He told me he had found
by strict enquiry, that your wife Jane is a
relation of his, though very distant; and
as God had given him great success in his
business, while he was a merchant in Lon-
don, he looked upon himself as the stew-
ard of his bounty, and meant to put you
and your family into a better case than
he found you. I hope, Ralph,' said Mr.
Grave, 'you will thank God for this good
news, and improve the blessings he is giv-
ing you, like a-wise and good man.' Ralph
said, 'I hope so too.'
Mr. Grave then read the letter he had
received, which was as follows:
SIR,-I have sent my servant with a
few things for poor Ralph Wise, and his
family, a list of which you will find in the
paper inclosed. To advance them to wealth
on a sudden, might be hurtful to their mo,
rals; I wish, for the present, to set them'
above want. My namesake John, I hope
sometime to put into such a way, as that,
if it please God, he may be the staff of
the ikmily, and a support to his good pa-
rents in their old age. In order to do this,
I could wish him to be brought forward in
his learning, and could be glad, if his pa-
rents be willing to put him under your
care. Be pleased to get cash for the 20
pound bank note inclosed, and lay it out
for the family as you may think best. Ex-
cuse all this trouble for the present; I
hope you will not find me ungrateful,
Sir, your very sincere Friend,
Mr. Grave had just read the letter,
when the servant of Mr. Manly came up
with the cart. The feeling of this family,
when they heard and saw what good things
were provided for them, cannot be told.
Two bedsteads, with beds and bedding;
a bundle of coarse linen for shirts, with
every other thing proper for clothing the
whole family, from head to foot; besides
these, there were two sacks of oatmeal, one
of potatoes, and one pack of flour, with a
quantity of dried beef and bacon.
One thing only seemed now to be want-
ing, and that was, room for all this store.
Mr. Grave had foreseen this strait, for he
knew that in Ralph's present cottage, but
very few inches of spare room could be
found; he had therefore, in his way thither,
agreed with his friend Mr. Careful, for a
much larger and better house, which stood
at a little distance, and happened just
then to be empty. The key of this house
being obtained, the goods were conveyed
thither, and the happy family all removed
the next day.
The minister had now much work upon
his hands. He wrote a letter to Mr. Man-
ly, which the servant took with him on his
return, full of pious sentiments, and the
warmest thanks on the part of Ralph, of
Jane, and of all the children; informing
him also, that, as he required, John should
be taken under his own immediate care,
till he should be pleased to signify his
farther intentions about him. He then
gave the family such counsels and cau-
tions as he thought needful, at a time
when they were in a way to begin life a-
new. He took care to have their clothes
made in a'plain and proper manner, and
to have the store they had now got, laid
up in chests and boxes, which he bought
for the purpose. He joined with them in
thanking God for those tokens of his good-
ness, which they had not looked for, and
in praying that they might be helped to
make a wise and holy use of them. He
then ordered little John to read this psalm,
and they all joined in singing it.
The Lord my shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine and I am his,
What can I want beside ?
He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
In sight of all my foes
He doth my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
The bounties of his love
Shall crown my future days,
Nor from his house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak his praise.
wHE SCRIPTURAL WISHe
DANI L's wisdom may I know,
Stephen's faith and spirit too:
John's divine communion feel,
Moses' meekness, Martha's zeal;
May I, with unwearied Paul,
Win the day, and conquer all.
Mary's love may I possess,
Peter's ardent spirit feel,
And like him to Christ appeal.
Like young Timothy may I
Every sinful passion fly!
Job's long patience may I know,
David's true devotion too;
Samuel's early habits wear,
Lazarus' happy portion share;
May Isaiah's hallow'd fire
All my fervent heart inspire.
Mine be Jacob's wrestling prayer,
Jabez' honour, Joshua's care;
Joseph's purity impart I
Isaac's meditative heart!
Abraham's friendship, how sublime I
Might I call that blessing mine!
But more than all, may I pursue
The lowly pattern Jesus drew!
And in my life and conduct show,
How he convers'd and liv'd below,
And imitate my suffering Lord,
Till all his image be restored!
TRIUMPHS OF EARLY PIETY,
MEMOIR OF JAMES CULCHETH.
The subject of this memoir was born at
Eccles, near Manchester, June 1st, 1827.
It was his happiness to have a pious mother,
who feeling her responsibility to God, and
deeply anxious for the spiritual welfare oi
her children laboured much to impress upon
James's mind while young, the great im-
portance of religion. Her efforts proved not
in vain. At an early age he became the
subject of deep convictions. His mind grad.
ually opened to the light and influence of
the Holy Spirit, and he was ultimately made
wise unto salvation through faith in the blood
of the Lamb.
It was not until 11 years of age that he
entered our Sabbath School at Eccles, from
which time up to his last illness we have little
account of him. Like many other boys when
in school, it appears he would sometimes
take advantage of his teacher's eye not be-
ing upon him to do that which he knew to be
wrong, as though there were no eye above
constantly fixed upon him, and observing all
that he did. This he afterwards confessed,
with sorrow, to his younger brother, when
urging him to a holy life. He was once
guilty of the sin of taking an apple when he
was passing by an orchard; which, on re-
flection, deeply worked upon his mind. This
he also confessed to his brother, and besought
him never to take that which belonged to
James's constitution was weakly, and his
health delicate; yet his attendance at school
was marked by great regularity up to his last
illness, which commenced in March, 1845.
In July he was confined altogether at home.
When two of his teachers visited him, they
found him labouring under a confirmed con-
sumption. His replies to their inquiries im-
plied at first some fear of death, which, how-
ever, appeared to dissipate on his being re-
ferred by them to the precious promises of
Holy Scripture, and to the great goodness of
God. The visits of his teachers were often
repeated, and tended greatly to cheer and
comfort his mind.
One Sabbath he appeared to be very hap-
oy, and exclaimed
SI love Jesus, yes I do,
Jesus smiles and loves me too."
During the day several of the teachers and
scholars called to see him. They were much
affected on observing his resignation to the
will of God, and his confidence in the Savi-
our. He desired them to sing, though he
could not himself accompany them, yet as
they sweetly joined in his favourite hymn,-
What is this that steals upon my frame
Which soon will quench the vital flame
Is it death, is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From every sin and sorrow free
I shall the King of Glory see.
All is well, all is well."
the smile that mantled o'er his calm and pla-
cid countenance, told in language more ex-
pressive than words, the joy that filled his
As his malady advanced, his sufferings in-
creased ; which, when alluded to, he spoke
of them as but light and trifling, when com-
pared with those endured for him by his dear
Redeemer. He expressed himself as being
very grateful for the privileges of the Sab-
bath School, and showed great affection for
He manifested no desire for recovery.
When asked by his mother, on the Friday
night before his death, whether he would
like to get better, he said, "No!" then said
she, "Do you wish to leave your mother?"
"Yes," he replied, "for I am going to hea-
vei, and have the greatest assurance of see-
ing you again." He further added, "You
must not fret about me, mother, I am only
lent to you, and you must give me up again ;
and though I shan't come back to you, you
will come to me," as though, in trying to
comfort his mother in prospect of a sepera-
tion, he had in his mind what David said on
the death of his child, 2 Sam. xii. 23. He
spoke also of her watchful care over him,
saying, "Mother! you have been a good
mother to me, and have brought me up well.
J used to think you were a hard mother,
when you were so strict with me; but it was
all for my good." He at the same time man-
ifested great anxiety for the spiritual welfare
of his father, and only brother; remarking
how awful it would be, if while he and his
mother were at the right hand, his father and
brother should be found at the left hand, at
the last day. He was very desirous of see-
ing his father turn to the Lord, before he left
On Saturday morning about two o'clock,
his mother awoke, on bearing him singing
When he ceased, he exclaimed with calm-
ness and tranquillity, "Come, come, come;'
as though he were calling on the commis-
sioned messenger to speed his flight.
On Monday morning his mother tried to
gethim up as usual, but finding him too weak,
she said, "You'll soon have finished your
course, and have done with this world."
"Yes," he replied, "I shall soon be in glo-
ry; Jesus will soon come and take me home
to himself, where I shall be safe, far from
all the sorrows and afflictions of this life."
In the evening he was visited again by his
two teachers, who remained with him during
the night. One of them said, James, you
appear to be about entering the dark valley
of the shadow of death, are you prepared ?"
He replied, "Yes!" then turning to his
brother, who sat at his bedside, he said, "Pe-
ter, be a good boy, and love Jesus." When
asked what he would say to his fellow scho-
lars, if he were permitted to go to school a-
gain, he replied, "I would tell them to re-
pent of their sins, and turn to Jesus." He
then requested them to pray with him, and
this being done, he slept a little while; on
awaking, he desired to see his father, to
whom he said, "He hoped he would ero
long begin to walk in the path of holiness,
and prepare for that rest to which he himself
was fast hastening."
After this he did not say much; it was evi-
dent his end was drawing near. A few mi-
nutes after eight o'clock on Tuesday morn-
ing, August 12th, 1845, as though going to
sleep, he calmly breathed out his spirit into
the hands of Him whose promise he now
fully realized. "I love them that love me,
and those that seek me early shall find me."
Youthful reader do you follow in James's
steps, then James's God shall be your God,
and your end like his shall be happy; for,
"the righteous hath hope in his death."-
Prov. xiv. 33.
There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come;
A thousand children, young as I,
Are called by death to hear their doom.
Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardon offered to the dead.
Just as a tree cut down, that fell
To north, or southward, there it liesl
So man departs to heaven or hell,
Fix'd in the state wherein he dies.
"Youth is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to insure the great reward.'
William Tomlins was born July 3rd, 1829.
His pious mother taught him the duty of
prayer, a reverence for the holy sabbath,
and a sacred regard for the ordinances of re-
ligion. He never indulged in wicked prac-
tices, or went after those prevailing vices
with which the present age abounds, and
which prove so destructive to the young.
Being naturally circumspect in his outward
deportment, his mind was the better prepared
to receive and foster religious impressions;
which impressions, through mercy, he was
early made the subject of. His regular at-
tendance at the Sabbath School, and the
spiritual instruction communicated, proved,
like bread cast upon the waters, seen after
many days. The Holy Spirit of God, with-
out whose teaching he could do nothing good,
convinced him that he was a sinner, and that
withoutanjinterest in the atonement, he could
not be saved from the wrath to come. Un-
der the ministry of the word, he was made
deeply conscious ofhis own insufficiency; and
although he sought after a knowledge of sal.
nation by the remission of his sins, yet his
views of Christ as a willing Saviour, were
not at this time so clear and convincing, as
.to constitute him a child of God, and make
him the subject of divine peace through be-
lieving on Jesus. Awake to the importance
of religion, the fight of time, and the value
of the soul, he joined Mr. Marston's class,
that he might be more fully instructed in
things pertaining to godliness, be enabled to
grow in grace, and thus be made meet for
an inheritance with the saints in light. Du-
ring his affliction, which was but short, he
often referred to the faithful, affectionate
counsel he had received from his leader;
he would call class-meetings precious means
of grace ;' there he had been taught the de-
ceitfulness of the human heart by reason o..
sin, and the willingness of Jesus Christ to
save all those who come unto the Father, by
and through him. He daily read the scrip-
tures, which he found were able to make him
wise unto salvation, and to comfort his mind
when his heart and his flesh should fail.
Early in the Spring, it was quite evident that
this interesting youth was destined to an early
grave; consumption was preying upon his
already delicate frame, and both his friends
and himself were fully convinced that death
had marked him for his victim. His time
was fully devoted to reading, meditation, and
prayer; and often in conversation with his
mother, he would exultingly say, "The Lord
is my rock and my fortress; he is become my
salvation." His brother, who comforted him
with the consolation which religion affords,
expressed a hope that the stroke might be
averted, at which he seemed surprised, and
said, "I am sinking fast, all fails-all fails
-bult Crist." .On one occasion, his friends
endeavoured to elevate his mind by the re-
membrance of many who had died in the
Lord, whom he had personally known, and
that these he would meet in heaven ; he re-
plied, But Christ is above them all," and
theA he began, with uncommon earnestness,
to exhort his family to meet their God. He
often spoke of the rich mercy which had be-
gotten him again to a lively hope, so that
he had not to seek the meetness for heaven
on a bed of affliction and death. Christ, he
said, was more precious than ever. A few
days before his departure a striking change
was perceived by his family; on seeing their
concern, he affectionately said, "Do not be
alarmed, mother, all is well," and begged of
them, one by one, to follow Christ. On ob-
serving some weep, he said, "Do not weep
for me, but for your sins," here, his strength
failing, he was obliged to suspend his dying
address for a short period, which, as soon as
he recovered himself, he resumed.
To his brothers and sisters who were at a
distance, he desired his dying love to be sent,
with a written charge, in a broken hand-
writing scarcely legible, desiring them to
meet him in heaven, where parting would be
no more, and not to grieve, for he was quite
happy. To each he presented a book, as a
token of his last earthly love, in which he
has written affectionate lines to incite to a
religious life. His Bible he gave to his mo-
ther, in which he wrote, "My precious Bi-
ble, shortly not needed by me, for my dear
mother, may it be the support of her mind in
trouble, and her consolation when dying.
From her son William who is waiting his
1 "'The time is short till we shall meet again
To part no more, to feel no more of pain;
When soon or late, we reach the coast,
O'er life's rough ocean driven,
May we be found, no wanderer lost,
A family in heaven.'
"Farewell dear mother."
He gave his Father a book, praying that
it might assist him in seeking the salvation
of his soul, with a kind address.
In a book which he presented to his bro-
ther, he wrote,-"Expecting shortly to
change this world of sin,.to be for ever with
the Lord, farewell, dear John; my delight
will be to meet you in heaven." To his sis-
ter he wrote,-" Weep not for me.
'When life with you shall be no more,
Withjoy I'll hail you on the shore
Of blest eternity.'
"Prepare to follow your happy, happy
"'The bliss of heaven I soon shall share,
Go on, go on, and meet me there.'"
In the immediate prospect of death, the
mind of this'young Christian was tranquilli-
zed and made happy, by the confident expec-
tation of a glorious immortality. He entered
into rest on the seventh day of July, 1846,
in the seventeenth year of his age
THE SON OF THE DUKE OF
A consumptive disease seized the eldest
son and heir of the Duke of Hamilton, which
:ended in his death. A little before his de.
parture from the world, he lay ill at the famn.
ily seat near Glasgow. Two ministers had
come to see him; the duchess, fearful of fa-
tiguing him, said to one of them, Mr. -
if my son, when you go in, asks you to pray
with him, I wish you to decline it." He bow-
ed, and entered the room where the youth
lay. After a conversation on subjects rela-
ting to the soul and eternity, they rose to de-
part. You will pray with me, Mr. -,"
said the lovely youth, "before you go."
The minister bowed, and begged to decline
it. "Why P" said the young duke. "Her
grace rather wished me to do so." "And
pray, sir," said he to the other minister, "did
her grace lay any such injunction upon you P"
He replied, "No." "Oh, well then," said
he, "you may do it without disobeying her."
After the minister had prayed, the dying
youth put his hand back and took his Bible'
from under his pillow, and opened it at the
passage, I have fought a good fight, I
have finished my course, I have kept the
faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a
crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the
righteous Judge, shall give me at that day,
and not to me only, but unto all them that
love his appearing." )"This,sirs," saidhe,
"is all my comfort." As he was laying on
the sofa, his tutor was conversing with him
on some astronomical subject, and about the
nature of the fixed stars. "1Ah," said he,
"in a little while I shall know more of this
than all of you together." When his death
approached, he called his brother to his bed-
side, and, addressing him with the greatest
affection and seriousness, he closed with
these remarkable words: And now, Doug-
las, in a little time you will be a duke, but I
shall be a king."
Miss Dinah Doudney, of Portsea, wh6
died at nine years of age, one day in her ill.
ness said to her aunt, "When I am dead, I
should like Mr. Griffin to preach a sermon
to children, to persuade them to love Jesus
Christ, to obey their parents, and not to tell
lies, but to think about dying, and going to
heaven; I have been thinking what text I
should like him to preach from. It shall be
2 Kings, iv. 26. Tn this verse, the prophet
Elisha says to the Shunamite, 'Is it well
with the child ?' And she answered, It is
well!' "You aunt," said the little girl, "are
the Shunamite, Mr. Griffin, our minister, is
the prophet, and I am the Shunamite's child
when I am dead, the prophet will come to
see you; and when he says, How is it with
the child?' "you may say, I is well,' for
I shall be in heaven, singing the praises of
God. You ought to thinkitwelltoo." Mr.
Griffin accordingly fulfilled the wish of this
David Greenwood was born October 13th,
1836, When,,bout eight years of age he be-
came a scholar in Hanover Street School,
Halifax. He was remarkable for his detes-
tation of sinful words, and a lie was to him
an object of abhorrence.
He was fond of the Lord's prayer, so
much so as to be often heard repeating it a-
gain when retired to bed. Before he was
taken ill, he used occasionally to play with
a trumpet, and with an air of joy would say
to his mother, "When I get to heaven, mo-
ther, I will make my trumpet sound loudest
of all He and his younger brother John
were both seized with the meazles, but with
him inflammation of the lungs was added to
the other disease. As the disorders advanc-
ed, and any hope of recovery departed, his
prospect of heaven grew brighter, and his
anxiety for the salvation of his parents and
brothers increased. He often repeated with
delight what he had learned at the Sabbath
School, and seemed grateful for the kind at-
tentions he had received from his teachers.
On the day of his death he manifested a de-
sire to urge upon his parents and brothers
the necessity of preparation for death. About
noon, he requested the spectators, who were
neighbours, to leave the room. When they'
were gone, he called each member of the
family by name, with the exception of the
youngest brother, to whom we have before
referred, and pressed each to give him their
positive promise to abstain from sin, lead a
new life, and prepare to follow him. After
giving this, his last admonition, he said,
" Jesus has opened the door, and he will take
me in, and you must all come after me;
good morning." He then fell into a tit, and
spoke no more.
His brother Richard, whose name he omit-
ted in his personal exhortations, followed him
to the arms of Jesus in a few hours after-
wards. Thus died, a pleasing instance of the
value of Sabbath School instruction, David
Greenwood, on the 24th of September, 1845,
in the ninth year of his age.
In a late Sabbath School examination, a
teacher observed, that he that buys the truth
makes a good bargain, and inquired if any
scholar recollected any instance in Scripture
of a bad bargain: "I do," replied a boy,
"Esau made a bad bargain, when he sold
his birth-right for a mess of pottage." A
second boy said, "Judas made a bad bar-
gain when he sold his Lord for thirty pieces
of silver." A third said, "Our Lord tells
us, that he makes a bad bargain, who to
gain the whole world loses his own soul."
THE BEST CHOICE.
An interesting little girl, five years of age,
was lately reading to her parents, of a very
naughty boy having got a new heart, and af-
terwards becoming a very good boy. Her
father said, "Well now, Elizabeth, stop a
moment, which would you have-a new bon-
net, or a new heartP" After a few mo-
ments she replied, "A new heart, father,
for then I shall go to heaven; but without,
I never shall go there."
A young woman, of pious habits, was sit-
ting in church before divine service had be-
gun, reading the Scriptures, when a youth
of infidel principles, who was put into the
same pew, said to her, Why do you attend
to such stuff as the Scriptures P" "Because,"
said she, they tell me that in the last days
there shall come such scoffers as you."
Her sufferings, though short in their du-
ration, were very severe. In ten days she
was brought down from the vigour of youth
to the grave. When she saw her father or
mother weep, she would say, Dear parents,
pray do not grieve for me; but endeavour to
say, 'The will of the Lord be done.' We
shall soon meet again in a happier world."
To her mother she said, "My dear mother,
you have been called to pass through many
trials, and this will be a painful one; but the
Lord will still support you; therefore, cease
to weep, for I am happy, happy, happy."
Then lifting up her dying arm, she shouted,
" Victory, victory, through the blood of the
Lamb!" With a heavenly smile on her
countenance, she extended her hand to her
weeping father, and said, "Father, behold'
your happy child." Be kind, and obedient
to your parents. Now begin to pray, even
now. Live to God.. Look, my dear girls,
at me, and prepare to follow me. I shall
soon sing the song of Moses and the Lamb.
Angels are around my bed. Jesus is wait-
ing to receive my spirit. I hear his chariot-
wheels; I shall soon be with Him whom my
soul loves. Sing my dears:-
Happy the souls.to Jesusjoin'd
And saved by grace alone;
Walking in all his ways they find
Their heaven on earth begun."
But grief had choked their utterance. See-
ing this, she began saying,-
"I'll praise my Maker while I've breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers.'
After this she said to her parents, "Fare-
well, Farewell," and quietly fell asleep in
Jesus. Aged 18 years and 6 months.
George Rippingale, of Newark, died at
theearly age of four years. The principal
bent of his. mid was most remarkably seen
in a propensity, to imitate preaching. On.
his return from school, it was his usual prao-
tice to collect the Bible and hymn-books;
when the service commenced with his favou-
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify,
A never.dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky."
The whole was conducted with a seriousness
and devotion, that was truly admirable in so
young a child.
A very pleasing trait in his character was
a strong veneration.for the Sabbath. He did
not fail to reprove his younger sister, when
he observed her to be desirous of. any thing.
inconsistent with the due observance of that
holy day, remarking, "God Almighty will
not love you, my dear; you must not wish to
have that to day, you shall have it to.
Being present at the interment of a little
boy, about his own age, his mind was much
engaged with the solemn subject, so that he
proposed many questions relative to the state
of the deceased. He asked, "Is the little
boy in heaven now P"
At nearly the same: period, after being ta.
ken to bed, his mother heard him singing
with unusual earnestness.; and inquiring.why
he did so, he observed, I was singing that
I might go to God."
It was his custom while any of his friends
were engaged in prayer, to kneel down, to
cover his face with his hands, and to say,
" Lord bless me Lord keep me !" &c.
On the 1st of December he was taken ill
of the meazles, (a complaint which in New-
ark had proved very fatal,) when by having
recourse to the best medical assistance, the
complaint assumed a favourable aspect; but
a relapse coming on, it baffled the power of
medicine. His patience and resignation
throughout the whole of his sufferings were
truly admirable; not a murmur or complaint
escaped his lips.
On the Thursday preceding his death, his
favourite book, the Bible, being shown him,
his mother asked him when he would preach
out of it again P He replied with an empha-
sis which was truly astonishing, Never,
mother; I shall never preach any more."
On the Saturday following, being request-
ed to take his medicine, he said, "mother,
will you pray first ? Do, mother, pray first,
and then I will take my medicine." On the
following Tuesday, to all human appearance,
the closing scene was fast approaching. A-
bout nine o'clock in the morning he was ob-
served to be very intensely looking upwards,
as if enjoying a sight of objects invisible to
others, while afaintsmile played on his coun-
tenance, and he whispered, Stop a little
Observing his mother weeping, he was
much distressed, and said, mother, what
are you'crying for? Do tell me what you are
crying for?" A few minutes afterwards, he
observed, I should like to take my mother
with me to heaven. 0 II should like to
take my mother with me."
The last hour of his remaining life was em-
ployed in calling on the name of the Lord:
Jesus! Jesus Jesus was many times re-
peated. At length he sweetly whispered,
" Thank Jesus," and died.
God had out of the mouth of this sweet
babe so perfected praise" that all might
have beheld, in miniature, the most lively co-
py of a venerable saint. In his dying mo-
ments he was sensible, collected, and happy;
and while his little tongue could lisp any
thing, he continued to converse on divine
subjects with such sweetness and simplicity,
as though the infant Samuel himself had been
resigning his soul to God.
A dutiful and affectionate Son, having lost
his mother, said to one of his friends, "I do
not believe that any body who knows me,
will charge me with having neglected my
duty to my mother; but since her death I
have recollected, with sorrow, many little
instances, in which, I think, I might have
shown her still more respect and affection.'
One prominent feature of his early pi-
ety," says the biographer of Mr. Binks, of
Durham, was the peculiar veneration,
submission, and strict obedience which he
manifested towards his parents. With him,
their will was a law. Nor was it ever
known perhaps in any instance, that he wil-
lingly disobeyed their commands. It was
emphatically said of him by his father, to a
relative in London, My son has never wil-
.fully given me half an hour's uneasiness "
and this filial piety he retained to the latest
period of his life."
"In January last," said a pious fatherin
writing to his friend, "I dreamed that the
day ofjudgment was come. Isawv the Judge
on his great white throne, and all nations
were gathered before him; my wife and I
were on the right hand, but I could not see
my children. I said, 'I cannot bear this, I
must go and seek them.' I went to the left
hand of the Judge, and there found them all
standing in the utmost despair. As soon as
they saw me, they caught hold of me, and
cried, Oh, father, we will never part.' I
said, 'my dear children, I am come to try,
if possible, to get you out of this awful situ-
ation.' So I took them all with me; but
when we came near the Judge, I thought he
cast an angry look, and said, 'What.do thy
children with thee now? They would not
take thy warning when on earth, and they
shall not share with thee the crown in hea-
ven:-Depart ye cursed.' At these words
I awoke, bathed in tears.
A while after this, as we were all sit-
ting together, on a Sunday evening, I rela-
ted to them my dream. No sooner did I be-
gin, than first one, then another, yea, all of
them burst into tears, and God fastened con-
viction on their hearts. Five of them are
rejoicing in God, their Saviour, and, I be-
lieve, the Lord is at work on the other two,
so that I doubt not he will give them also
to my prayers." "A wise son heareth the
instruction of his father."
Mary Galpine was born at Newport, in
the isle of Wight, in the year 1828. She
was an interesting and lovely girl, the daugh-
ter of respectable and pious parents, whose
chief desire was to see their children grow
up in the fear of the Lord. At a very early
age Mary became a scholar in the Sabbath
School belonging to the Baptist Chapel,
where she continued to attend up to the time
of her illness, under the tuition of Miss H.,
a pious and devoted young christian, and one
who felt deeply anxious for the spiritual
welfare of those intrusted to her care. Dur-
ing the latter part of her time at school
Mary became very seriously disposed, and
felt the importance of giving her heart to the
Saviour. Now she became very interested
in meetings for prayer, and in public wor-
ship, was an inquirer in the way to Zion, and
desirous of uniting herself with the people of
God, and was looking forward to thatperiod
when her desires should be fully realized;
but he who directs all things according to
the counsels of his own will, and with whom
are the issues of life and death, was pleased
to ordain otherwise, so that instead of join-
ing the Church militant, she should join the
Previous to the usheringin of the year 1842
our young friend appeared healthy and vig-
orous. At a tea-party held for the benefit
of the school she was present, and no one
was more cheerful or happier than she, with
all the bloom of health beaming on her coun-
tenance, looking like one that had many
years of usefulness to enjoy; but scarcely
had a fortnight of the new year elapsed when
Mary was taken ill, and she was soon con-
fined to her bed. In the commencement of
her affliction she did not enjoy those delight-
ful feelings that she had previously experi-
enced, and had many doubts and fears. To
use her own words, she felt as if God was
frowning on her on account of her sins, but in
answer to fervent prayer she felt that her sins
were forgiven, and she could rejoice with joy
unspeakable, and full of glory. Several
friends visited her, and conversed with her on
the ground of her hope; among whom was the
superintendent of the Sabbath School, to
whom she expressed herself in a very clear
and simple manner. When asked what was
Sthe foundation of her hope, she replied that
she relied on the Lord Jesus Christ for sal-
vation, that she felt she had nothing in her-
self to recommend her to God. She said,
"Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling."
He asked her whether she was afraid to die,
if Gpd saw fit to call her. She replied that
her fears were entirely removed. A short
time after this she became worse, and her
reason :'.il..1 i. .Now and then, when con
sciousness returned, she would speak of the
love of Christ, and of her hope in him. On
one occasion,, when her mother was prepar-
ing her medicine, she said to her, "Mother,
what have you got thereP" Her mother
replied that it was her medicine. She said
it was very nasty. "Yes, my dear," said
her mother, "it is; but I hope it will do you
good." On hearing the word hope she said,
with a look of surprise, "Hope, mother;
do you hope in medicine ?" Her mother re-
plied that in some measure she did, and then
asked her what she hoped in. She hesitated
for a moment, and then looked up, her face
beaming with delight, and said, "0, mo-
ther, I hope in the Lamb of God, which tak-
eth away the sin of the world. There is my
hope, and there only is my foundation." At
another time, when her mother wept on see-
ing her suffer so much, she observed her,
and said, "Mother, do you weep on my ac-
countP 0, don't dothat, for I am happy.
Jesus is mine, and I am his." In this way
would she at intervals speak, till delirium
became so constant as to prevent it.
A few hours before her death reason re-
turned, when she said very faintly to those
around her, Stand off. Let death come,
that I may go to my Jesus." Then she call-
ed each of the family by name. Her father
not being present at the time, she inquired
for him. Soon afterwards he came into the
room, but she could not recognize him, nor
was she heard to speak again. About twelve
o'clock on Saturday night, January 29th,
she breathed her last. Thus, at the early
age of fourteen, was this lovely flower trans-
planted from this sterile wilderness into more
congenial regions above, to bloom throughout
the countless ages of eternity.
Dear young reader, "Boast not thyself of
to-morrow, for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth."
The Rev. Thomas Doolittle, a godly faith-
ful minister of the 17th century, having finish-
ed prayer, looked round upon the congrega-
tion, and observing a young gentleman who
had just been put into one of the pews, very
uneasy in his situation, adopted the following
singular expedient to detain him:-
Turning towards one of the members of
his church, who sat in the gallery, he asked
him this question aloud,-"Brother, do you
repent of coming to Christ "No, Sir,"
he replied, T never was happy till I came.
I only repent that I did not come to him
sooner." The minister then turned towards
the opposite gallery, and addressed himself
to an aged member in the same manner,-
" Brother, do you repent of coming to
Christ?" "No, Sir," said he, "I have
known the Lord from my youth up." He
then looked down upon the young man, whose
attention was fully engaged, and fixing his
eyes upon him, said, "Young man, are you
willing to come to ChristP" This unex-
pected address from the pulpit, exciting the
observation of all the people, so affected him,
that he sat down and concealed his face.
The person who sat next to him encouraged
him to rise and answer the question. The
minister repeated it, "Young man, are you
willing to come to Christ P" With a trem-
ulous voice he replied, Yes, Sir." "But
when, Sir," added the minister, in a solemn
and loud tone. He mildly answered, "Now,
Sir." "Then stay," said he, "and hear
the word of God, which you will find in 2
Cor. vi. 2.-' Behold, now is the accepted
time; behold, now is the day of salvation.'"
By this sermon, he was greatly affected, and
came into the vestry, after the service,
bathed in tears.
The reluctance to stay, which be had dis-
covered, was occasioned by the strict injunc-
iion of his father, who threatened, that if he
went to hear the fanatics, he would turn him
out of doors. Having now heard the gospel,
and being unable to conceal the feelings of
his mind, he was afraid to. meet his father.
The Minister sat down and wrote an affec-
tionate letter to him, which had so good an
effect that both father and mother came to
hear for themselves. And they were both
brought to a knowledge of the truth, and, to-
gether with their son, were joyfully received
into Christian communion.
THE PROPHETIC DEW-DROP.
A delicate child, pale, and prematurely
wise, was complaining on a hot morning,
that the poor dew-drops had been.too hastily
snatched away, and not allowed to glitter on
the flowers like other happier dew-drops that
live the whole night through, and sparkle in
the moon-light and through the morning on-
wards to noon-day. "The sun," said the
child, "has chased them away with his heat,
or swallowed them up in his wrath." Soon
after came rain and a rainbow, whereupon
the father pointed upwards,-" See," said he,
"there stand the dew-drops gloriously re-set
-a glitteringjewellery-in the heavens, and
the clownish foot tramples on them no more.
By this, my child, thou art taught that what
withers on earth, blooms again in heaven."
Thus the father spoke; but he knew not that
he spoke prophetical words.; for soon after
the delicate child, with the delicate brightness
of his early wisdom, was exhaled, like a
dew-drop, into heaven.
Blooming youth with ardent zeal,
Wisdom's flowery path pursue;
There shall you sweet pleasures feel a
Ever springing, ever new:
Sacred peace and joy combined,
Hopes and comforts, all refined.
Earth with all its boasted store,
Cannot such delights impart;
All its joys are mean and poor,
Giving anguish to the heart:
From its vanities retire,
Seek the Lord with strong desire.
Give to him your early bloom,
Make his counsels your delight;
Let his temple be your home,
Love and serve him day night:
Then shall you his blessings prove,
Feed the transports o this love.
Samuel Fay, of Little Bartholomew close,
London, died at the early age of ten years
and seven months. By his desire the 43rd
hymn of the second book of Dr. Watts was
sung, in which he joined with much energy;
indeed, considering his strength, it was often
surprising how firmly he uttered the things
here related. He had written the 550th
hymn of Dr. Rippon's selection,-
"Ah, I shall soon be dying," &c.
He desired it to be brought to him, when he
read it with much satisfaction, and observed,
" It was his happy experience." His mo-
ther saying, "We never see you cry now,
though your friends are weeping around
you;" he said, Oh, no, I have done with
tears; Christ has done so much for me, I
have nothing to do but to rejoice and praise !"
She asked him, If he felt any dread at the
thought of being confined to the grave ?" He
immediately replied, "No, none at all!-
SCorruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh;
Till my triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.'
Is not Christ risen, and become the first-
fruits of them that sleep in Jesus P I know I
must die to be with him, and I am thankful
I am made willing, for the sting of death is
taken away. God will give me the victory,
and I shall soon cast anchor in the haven of
eternal rest. I will rejoice in this world,
and go to praise him without end in a better:
and you will soon come to me; a little time
and we shall soon meet where parting shall
be no more." On the day of his departure
he was so exhausted as to be able to say very
little; he was fully sensible his dissolution
was fast approaching, but he was quite com-
fortable and enjoyed those parts of the word
of God which were read to him. Being asked;
if he found Christ and the promises precious;
he replied, Very precious:" he added, "I
am now so weak I cannot speak much, but
I am happy." He remained perfectly com-
posed, till his immortal spirit departed to the
regions of eternal day, without a struggle or
Thus died a truly affectionate child, a hap-
py and decisive proof of the efficacy of that
grace which can perfect praise out of the
mouth of babes and sucklings.
THE MOTHER'S HANDS.
When I was a little child," said a good
man, "my mother used to bid me kneel beside
her and place her hand upon my head while
she prayed. Before I was old enough to know
her worth, she died, and I was left much to
my own guidance. Like others, I was incli-
ned to evil passions, but often felt myself
checked, and, as it were, drawn back by the
soft hand on my head. When I was young
man, I travelled in foreign lands, and was
exposed to many temptations; but when I
would have yielded, that same hand was
upon my head and I was saved. I seemed
to feel its pressure as in the days of my happy
infancy, and sometimes there came with it a
voice in my heart-a voice that must be
obeyed-' 0 do not this wickedness, my son,
nor sin against thy God,' a
REJECTION OF BAD COMPANY.
As a poor boy was going to his Sunday
School, he was met by one of his compan-
ions, who endeavoured to persuade him to
play the truant; but he resolutely resisted
the temptation, and went to school. When
the circumstance came to be known by his
teachers, and the boy was asked why he did
not comply with the urgent entreaties of his
companion, he answered, "Because I have
read in my Bible, My son, if sinners entice
thee, consent thou not.'"
Miss Eliza Cunningham was the neice of
the Rev. J. Newton, of London, and, on the
death of her mother, was received and adopt-
ed into his family. From what I had
heard of Eliza," says her excellent uncle,
"I was prepared to love her before I saw
her; although she came afterwards into my
hands like aheap of untold gold, which, when
counted over, proves to be a larger sum than
Her delicate constitution received a se-
vere shock before she left Scotland, the place