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she had." "Where does Mrs. G. live ?" Said I. on the leggar's ground," she replied, pointing to a cottage on the commons, about half a mile off. "Are you going to tell her?" "Ma sent me to carry some redishes and milk for her tea." By this time the lamb was dead. "He'll want no bed of leaves," said little Maria, and as she took up her basket to go, she turned to look again at the object of her grief-"Oh it was so cruel to let the wheel go over an innocent lamb," she said and hurried off for the poor woman's cottage.

My own feelings were scarcely less excited than hers, and I could not help reflecting, as I slowly pursued my journey, how dead to every tender and generous feeling must be the heart that can be indifferent to pain, even though the sufferer were a worm. The wanton young man that would crush an innocent animal under the wheel of his carriage, rather than check or turn aside his steed, is unworthy of the name of husband, or brother, or friend. Let him be the companion of no one; for in his cold, unfeeling heart, there are none of those amiable affections which are the cement of kindred souls: there is no milk of human kindness in his breast-he cannot feel another's woes nor share another's joys.

An Indian Preacher.

WHILE Mr. Kirkland was a missionary to the Oneidas, being unwell, he was unable to preach on the afternoon of a certain Sabbath, and told good Peter, one of the head men of the Oneidas, that he must address the congregation. Peter modestly and reluctantly consented. After a few words of introduction, he began a discourse on the character of the Savior. "What my brethren," said he, "are the views, which you form of Jesus? You will answer, perhaps, that he was a man of singular benevolence. You will tell me that he proved this to be his character, by the nature of the miricles, which he wrought. All these you will say, were kind in the extreme. He created bread to feed thousands, who were ready to perish. He raised to life the son of a poor woman, who was a widow, and to whom his labors were necessary for her

support in her old age. Are these, then, your only views of the Savior? I tell you, they are lame. When Jesus came into our world, he threw his blanket around him, but the GoD was within."

All for the Best.

NO ONE can have lived in the world, without having observed how frequently it happens, that events which, at the time they occurred, were the source of bitter disappointment, have eventually proved very blessings to us; and that many of these things which have been most anxiously desired, but which it has pleased God to withhold from us, would have proved, if granted, the origin of endless evils. The recollection of such circumstances in our own individual case, while it renders us deeply grateful to divine providence for the past, should make us trust with perfect confidence to the same infinite wisdom for the future.

It would be difficult to find an anecdote, perhaps, bearing more strongly on what we have just observed, than one which is mentioned in the life of Bernard Gilpin, that great and good man; whose pious labors in the counties of Westmoreland, Cumberland, Northumberland, and York, at the period of the reformation, procured for him the title by which he is still remembered in those parts, "the apostle of the north." It appears that it was a frequent saying of his, when exposed to losses or troubles, "Ah! Well; God's will be done; it is all for the best."

Towards the close of Queen Mary's reign, Bernard Gilpin was accused of heresy before the merciless Bishop Bonner; he was speedily apprehended, and he left his quiet home," nothing doubting," as he said, "that it was all for the best," though he was well aware of what might await him; for we find him giving directions to his steward, "to provide him a long garment that he might go the more comely to the stake, at which he would be burnt."

While on his way to London, by some accident, he had a fall and broke his leg, which put a stop for some time to his journey. The persons in whose custody he was.

Look occasion thence maliciously to retort upon his habitual remark. "What," said they, "is this all for the best? You say, master, that nothing happens which is not for our good; think you your broken leg is so intended ?"

"Sirs, I make no question but it is," was the meek reply, and so in truth it proved; for, before he was able to travel, queen Mary died, the persecution ceased, and he was restored to his liberty and friends.

Pious Boy and his Wicked Father.

A FATHER in N- — often rebuked his pious child for attending the Sabbath School concert; but the child could. not refrain from going to the house of prayer. One evening, after having been to a concert, and being unusually strengthened by the exercises, he ventured to say a few words to his father, on the importance of attending to the concerns of the soul, and of preparing himself to go into the presence of a holy God. His father instantly became furious, drove him to his bed-chamber, and threatened to chastise him, if he ever heard him speak again about prayer or religion. After the poor boy had reached the foot of his bed, he knelt down in prayer before God, with a contrite spirit, and a heart burdened on account of his wicked father. His prayer was long and fervent, and so loud that his father heard it all. He could not withstand it. The tears gushed from his eyes, and he went to his broken-hearted boy, who was still pleading with the greatest importunity, and requested him to stop a moment, for he had a word to say, and then he would leave him. The boy accordingly stopped, and addressing his father, said, "Father, you may chastise me, or do with me as you please, but do not neglect your own soul." His fa ther assured him he would not chastise him; but he begged his forgiveness, and told him to persevere in the course he had taken, and he should have his approbation and encouragement. That father's house was dedicated to God as a house of prayer.

Unstable Christian Reproved.

It is well known that Frederick the Second, King of Prussia, took great pride in having his soldiers well dis ciplined; and was therefore particularly attentive to the conduct of the subalterns. It is perhaps not so well known, that he sometimes manifested a real respect for religious people; for few men could more clearly discern the excellence of that practice, which is produced by divine principles. While, therefore, he sneered at the professors of religion, he promoted to offices of trust such per sons as exemplified the christian character. The following incidents, which have not been published in this country, but are related on good authority, illustrate the truth of these remarks.

A sergeant, named Thomas, who was very successful in training his men, and whose whole deportment pleased the king, was often noticed by him. He inquired respecting the place of his birth, his parents, his religious creed, and the place of worship which he frequented. On being informed that he was united with the Moravians and attended their chapel in William street, he exclaimed, “O ho! you are a fanatic, are you?" Well, well; only take care to do your duty, and improve your men."

The king's common salutation after this was, "Well, how do you do? How are you going on in William

street?"

Frederick, at length, in conversation with the Sergeant's Colonel, mentioned his intention of promoting Thomas to an office in the commissariat department, upon the death of an aged man, who then filled it. The Colonel, in order to encourage Thomas, informed him of the king's design. Unhappily, this had an injurious effect upon the mind of the serjeant: for alas! such is the depravity of the human heart, that few can endure the temptation of prosperity, without sustaining spiritual loss.

Thomas began to forsake the assemblies of his christian brethren; and when reproved by his minister, he said, his heart was with them; but he was afraid of offending the king. The minister bade him take heed that his heart did not deceive him.

Soon after the sergeant's religious declension, he was

again accosted with-" Well, how do you do? How are your friends in William street?" "I do not know, please your majesty," was the reply. "Not know! not know!" answered the king; "have you been ill then!" "No, please your majesty," rejoined the sergeant; "but I do not see it necessary to attend there so often as I used to do." "Then you are not so great a fanatic as I thought you," was the royal answer.

In a short time the aged officer died, and the Colonel waited upon his majesty to inform him of the vacancy, and to remind him of his intention to raise serjeant Thomas to the situation. "No! no!" said the King, "he shall not have it; he does not go to William street, so often as he used to do." Surprised with this peremptory refusal, the Colonel withdrew; and, on his return, found the serjeant waiting for the confirmation of his appoint

ment.

I do not know what is the matter with the King to-day," said the Colonel; "but he will not give you the situation: he says you do not go to William street so often as you used to do. I do not know what he means; but I suppose you do."

Presenting a low bow to the Colonel, the serjeant silently departed; and bowing still lower in the spirit before the justice of God, he then, and ever after, adored the greatness of the divine mercy, which did not leave him to be an example of the truth of that scripture which says. "The prosperity of fools shall destroy them."

Battle of the Nile.

In a British ship, which was in the battle of the Nile, there was but one Bible among 700 men. They were more than two years before they entered a port, where they could purchase the scriptures in the English language. During this time, one of the sailors possessing a Bible, read it to a messmate, who was ill, and conversed with him, till he proved the means of his conversion to God; these read the word of God to others, and conversed to them about what they had read; by which means there were several in the ship, who evidently understood and