'Depend upon it, friend Johnson,' said he, 'God is not unmindful of those who spend and are spent in his service; but it is not in gold and silver that he pays, and repays, and overpays them. No, no: he has better blessings than temporal riches in store for those who please him; and success is often given in anger to those who do not please him. I have seen the wicked,' said the psalmist, 'in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree; yet he passed away, and lo! he was not; yea, I sought him, and he could not be found. Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright; for THE END of that man is peace.'

Much more my good friend said, and as he was speaking, my perplexity rolled away; and I could understand what seemed dark to me before.

And here, thought I, when I was once more by myself, is a true Christian's Morality for Home. And I wrote it down while it was fresh on my mind; thus-wise:

Firstly, That will be a happy home where God is honoured with body, soul, and purse.

Secondly,-But it may not be the richest home, in things of this life, for all that.

Thirdly,- A little that a righteous man hath,' as the bible tells us, 'is better than the riches of many wicked.'

Fourthly,-But it may be only a little for all that.

Because

Fifthly, God's thoughts are not like our thoughts, nor his ways like our ways.'

Sixthly,-But they are the best thoughts, and the best ways, for all that. Therefore

Seventhly,-I, John Johnson, wont be persuaded to believe that I shall be rewarded with more money, when it has been in my power to help on a good cause with a little money.

Eighthly,-But, without expectation or belief of such a reward, it is my duty, and should be my pleasure, to employ the gifts of God's good providence in this way, for all that.

PREJUDICES AND ANTIPATHIES.

IN TWO CHAPTERS.

CHAPTER I.

'I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
Though why it is, I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.'-

-Now, everybody can see that this is a foolish thing. Why should poor Doctor Fell be disliked without a cause?

But though everybody can see and acknowledge the folly of prejudices and antipathies, there are few who will altogether discard them; and it scarcely admits of dispute, that they are a very prolific source of disquietude and misunderstanding, and consequent unhappiness in homes innumerable.

Our friends, the Herberts, for instance ;-we have told the story before, to be sure, but that was a long while ago, and it will bear telling again to another audience, and with variations; so here it is :

When_the_London post brought the news to B, that Henry Herbert was actually married, the whole family, that is, William Herbert, his father; and Jane Herbert, his mother; and William Herbert, the younger, his brother; and Jane Herbert, the younger, his sister; and the old servant Nancy, into the bargain, were all up in arms.

Never had there been such a commotion at Nine Elms farm, except when, some twenty years before, it was currrently reported that Bonaparte had landed

on the neighbouring coast, and with his blood-thirsty Frenchmen, was putting to the sword, without mercy, every man, woman, and child, that fell into his clutches.

'Here's a pretty kettle of fish,' exclaimed the honest farmer, throwing on the dinner-table, the letter that announced the awful fact, the fact, we mean, of his son Henry's marriage, not of the invasion.

'What's the matter, Herbert?' inquired his wife. 'Matter! Matter enough! Our Henry has gone and done it, after all. He is married!'

'Married! Married! Married!' was echoed round the table. 'Married without letting us know of it!' added Mrs. Herbert.

'Why, he lets us know of it now, doesn't he?' said the farmer. There's his letter; read it for yourself.'

Mrs. Herbert snatched the letter from the table, and read a few lines, but she had not patience to get through with it. 'Well, I never!' she exclaimed ; ' and married to that--that helpless creature, after all our warnings. Why, I'll be bound to say she can't make a shirt, nor mend a stocking, nor, nor There, I wouldn't trust her to wash a dish-cioth!' 'Who is he married to, mother ?' asked Jane.

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'Who indeed! why to Emily Garnet; that's who.' Emily Garnet! What, that-that fine lady! Oh, she is his wife, is she?' said Jane, very scornfully ;— 'Oh!'

Emily Garnet!' growled William Herbert, the younger; 'what! that conceited doll,-that proud bit of skin and bone!' and he followed up his sister's 'Oh!' with an emphatic 'Ah!'

The boy is a fool,' chimed in William Herbert, the elder, and there's an end of it. He'll come to want he has married a wife; and a pretty expensive, extravagant one, I know, with her fine looks and fine breeding. She'll soon bring his noble to ninepence. If he must marry, why, in the name of wonder, didn't he pick out a good, homely, plain, hard-working girl, that would have helped him on in the world, and been

a credit to him? But there! Harry was always just gentleman Harry and now he has got a lady for a wife, 'tis all right, I dare say.' He spoke and looked, however, as though he thought it all wrong.'

But

A pretty sort of lady,' interposed Mrs. Herbert. 'I think when people give themselves such airs as that girl did, when she was down here two years ago, they ought to have something at the back of it. she-why she's as poor as a church mouse, I know.' 'Just so,' said Mr. Herbert; doesn't Henry say in his letter, that money was no object with him in marrying, and that he is quite satisfied at having to work his way up through the world without looking to a wife's fortune ?'

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A pack of nonsense,' exclaimed Mrs. Herbert, impatiently. 'It's easy to see that Henry has been drawn into it by that artful chit. Well, they wont live next door to us, that's a comfort: and she need not think to come here, though she is my son's wife.'

'Oh, you needn't think she is going to stoop so low as to trouble us with her company,' sneered Jane; we are not half good enough for her.'

'I think you had better look sharp after your five hundred pounds, father; else. you wont stand much chance of getting it back again,' said William. 'Stop, Bill, stop,' interposed his father. I have said that Harry is a fool for marrying that girl, and so he is, and I'll stick to it. But we mustn't be too hard on him neither. He has a right to marry where he likes; and as to the money, why, I lent it to him for five years certain; and I shan't come upon him for it before the time.'

William grumbled something that his father did not hear, and soon afterwards left the table. Jane quickly followed to impart the astounding news to Nancy.

'Well, Nancy, what do you think? Our Henry is married!'

'Dear me! who to ?'

'What should you think of Miss Garnet? Miss Emily Garnet?

'What! not she that was here two years ago this summer, with that old gentleman, and made such a fuss about going into the cow-house? Not she, is it ?'

"Yes, that's her.'

'Gracious! What could Master Henry be thinking on ?'

And now that all the members of the household have given their opinion about the marriage, we may be allowed our turn to speak of this universally despised poor Emily Garnet that was, and of her much be-pitied husband.

And to begin with the bridegroom. Henry Herbert was intended, by his father, to be a farmer, as all his ancestors, for many generations had been before him. Accordingly, after a somewhat scanty education, he was taken from school, and put to the plough.

But, somehow or other, it happened that the boy became growingly averse to this arrangement. Probably the tyranny of his elder and stronger brother had something to with this. At all events, after some time spent at the work of the farm, Henry plucked up courage to say that farming was not to his taste, and to beg his father to put him to some other occupation.

Now, among the prejudices of Mr. Herbert, was one which we have found very common to people of his class. He believed that the farming interest,' as he termed it, was the only respectable interest in the country; that, except among farmers, almost all virtue, honesty, talent, and manliness were extinct ; and that, in fact, for a man who did not either possess or cultivate a certain number of acres, to pretend to hold up his head on a level with himself, and such as himself, was a piece of gross impertinence, not to be tolerated for an hour.

Manufacturers! what were they? Mushrooms! just mere mushrooms! Who cared for manufacturers? Not he. If they were all kicked into the sea in a lump, with their mills and machinery, what would