a tree and made him one. When he got it done, he could not get it to the river. Accordingly he went to a man. and offered him all the money he had, if he would draw. it to the river for him. The man observed he would go. After getting it to the river, Indian offered to pay him. "No," said the man; "don't you recollect so long ago helping a man up the hill by your house?" "Yes." "Well, I am the man-there, take your canoe and go home." "So I find it after many days."

Dr. Adam Clark in his Youth.

AN interesting fact led, with other circumstances, to his leaving his friend and patron, Mr. Bennet. It seems that one day, Mr. Bennet and young Adam (as he was then called) were busily employed in measuring out some linen for the Dublin market. One of the pieces wanted about two inches of the requisite length. Take hold of - the piece," said Mr. Bennet," and pull against me; and we shall soon make it come up to the yard." But Mr. Bennet knew not with whom he had to deal. Adam dropped the linen, and stood and looked at his master, as though petrified with astonishment. At last he said, "sir I cannot do it." "Why not?" Inquired his master, "it is what is done every day; the process the linen has passed through has caused it to shrink a little." But Adam was firm, and Mr. Bennet gave it up for a lost case. This, Mr. Moore observed, might be thought a little thing; but it was a proof of the tenderness of his conscience, and was highly illustrative of his character. After a time, other things occurred, in which Mr. Bennet and Adam could not exactly agree, and Mr. Bennet at length said to him, "I honestly tell you that I don't think that you are fit for business: look out for something that is more to your mind, and I will do all I can to assist you? Adam then left business, and went on learning and teaching, till he ultimately became Dr. Clark, living and dying an honor to the denomination to which he early united himself.

The Blind Sailor.

Ar a meeting convened in Liverpool, (Eng.) in March last for the purpose of establishing a Marine Bible Society, for the purpose of supplying the numerous sailors resorting to that seaport with the Holy Scriptures. After the gentleman who opened the business, had taken a luminous view of the subject, and pointed out the duty of adopting measures for the attainment of this great object, he said he should not call on any individual to second the resolution; saisfied, as he was, that some sailor in the room would feel it to be his duty to support it. He had scarcely resumed his seat when a blind sailor in the middle of the meeting, rose, and in a manner peculiarly impressive, addressed the chair as nearly as I can recollect, in the following words. "Mr. Chairman, there is not in the present assembly, nor in the world, a more proper person to second this motion, than myself. I was a sailor and, like too many of my messmates, I led a wicked and profligate life. Totally careless of the future, I thought only of present time. I plunged into every species of sin; I lived without God in the world. This I continued for several years, until it pleased God to strike me blind. Being no longer qualified to perform the duties of a seaman, I was discharged and returned home. But though I could no longer indulge in some of my daring vices, I pursued with increased avidity those which I could practice. One of my pleasures was to hear novels and romances read by my friends and reiatives. One of them, whose heart God had touched, called on me one day, and told me he had brought a book to read to me. I asked him if it was a new book. He said that it was the oldest in the world, but always new; and began to read the BIBLE to me. It was then I found, that though God had seen meet to draw a vail of darkness over my natural sight, he could pour a flood of light upon my heart. My friend often came to read to me; he took me to hear the Bible explained, and the God of the Bible was graciously pleased to open this heart. I saw my lost condition, and was mercifully enabled to see that my only hope of restoration and salvation was in Jesus Christ. And now, Mr Chairman, let me ask whether there be in this room, oi

in the world, a more proper person to second a motion for establishing a society for giving Bibles to seamen ?"

Happy Allusion.

Ar a meeting of a Missionary Society in Plymouth, Eng., a speaker thus alluded to the Life boat.

"The world (he exclaimed) is a wreck! We have ali been overboard, contending with mighty billows: but glo ry be to God, He sent us the Life Boat! We were taken

into it--some half dead, and others gasping for life-and were safely brought to land. And now, what shall we do with the Life Boat? Shall we not send it off to the wreck, and try to save the rest of the crew? Or shall we be so hard-hearted as to say, 'Let them save themselves as they can some on a hawser, others on a plank; or let them go to the bottom? Far be this from us! No, Sir. We are come hither on purpose to man the boat, to victual and provision her afresh, and to send her off again, to endeavor to pick up and save all the rest of the

crew.

Conflict and Victory.

AT a late aniversary of a Bible Society in South Carolina, a man was present who had been in the habit of intemperance for many years. He had wasted a fortune, and his amiable family were now sharing with him the poverty, the disgrace, the domestic disquietude, which the slave to this chief of all vices, if he be the master of a family, can never suffer alone, but into which he drags also the excellent partner of his better days, and their offspring. In the evening a director of the society saw this man in a state of intoxication, and presented him a Bible. The drunken man returned him thanks, confessed that he had no such book at home, and promised to keep it for himself and family to read. Unable to reach his house, he slept by the road-side, and in the night awoke, finding his Bible in one pocket, and a bottle of brandy in the oth

er. He said to himself, "It will not do to carry both home together, and I do not know which to throw away. I have now come to the crisis, and this is the turning point of my life. The one I keep decides my character. I believe, as I am alive, that the good and the bad spirit have met this night to draw lots for me; but I have the casting lot still. If I throw away the Bible I shall die a drunkard, and the Devil has me; if I throw away the bottle I give the lot to God Almighty, and I shall die a good man.' He paused for reflection, and allowed the convictions of duty to contend against habit and inclination. The conflict was a terrible one. Often he resolved to throw away his bottle and reform his life, and the tears flowed plentifully when he contrasted what he had been, with what he then was. Often did he even raise his hand to throw away from him the Bible, drink his life out and let the Devil take him. At last, conscience prevailed, and taking the bottle he dashed it against a tree.

He reached home at the dawn of the day, called his family together, told them what he had done, and what he was resolved to do. The morning was spent in reading his new book with the family, and late on this very same morning, they all kneeled around the domestic altar to offer to Heaven their first united petition. The trembling voice and broken expressions of the father, unaccustomed to pray; the half suppressed emotions of his lovely children, too deeply felt to be silently held in their bosoms, and the loud weeping of his heart-broken companion, overcome with joy and gratitude at the unexpected scene, made an impression upon that family, which will not be forgotten in eternity.

This man now possesses the confidence of the neighborhood, is exemplary in his morals, is an humble and active Christian, the Lord is crowning his temporal affairs with prosperity, and a family, lately wretched, are now truly happy.

The Word in Season.

OVER twenty-two years ago, the writer took passage from Portland to Bath in a small packet. The weather was fine, and a gentle breeze wafted us along favorably, to arrive before the Sabbath. Sitting in the cabin with other passengers, near the companion-way leading out aft, his ears were perpetually stunned with the horrid oaths of a fellow passenger, talking with the Captain at the helm. After enduring it for a while, and pondering what to do, he stepped up and said to the sailor, "Friend, I wish you would not swear any more during the rest of the passage." Here a profound silence ensued, when he stepped back again to his seat. The amazed sailor started off to the bows of the packet, as though vengeance filled his heart and murder nerved his arm. But his sturdy arm was soon unstrung, and his direful heart was stung with thoughts of home and a mother's prayers. He returned, but slowly, to the cabin door, descended the steps, and took a seat by my side. "Friend," said he, "why do you address me rather than the Captain?" "Only because you took the lead in swearing," said I. "I do not know that I swore much!" "No! I suppose you were not sensible of it, for when the habit is fixed, men do not know how much they do swear. If I had kept account, I suppose your oaths would have numdered a thousand already!" "I have been out in the frigate Constitution," he said, "and just arrived at Portsmouth from the Mediterranean, and it is a common thing for men to swear, and I suppose I am in the habit of it. I have a good mother in Bath, who would be greatly hurt to know that I swore so much."

Here I saw the quick sensibility of one so rough, so wicked in the sight of God. He then wished to know where I should preach the next day, (it being the Sabbath) for he intended to go and hear me. I was not then a preacher, this I assured him, but could scarcely convince him of the fact. I regret that I did not ascertain nis name, or his future history; but not another oath escaped his lips during the passage, and he clung to my side, both on deck and below, till we landed at Bath.

If the admonition and conversation were of no saving