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Golden Rule.

"Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye, even so to them."

A POOR widow, with a family of children to support, earned a scanty living by selling, near one of our market houses, on a table, various little fancy articles. Some friends advised her to rent a small store that was vacant close by, and open in that with a larger assortment. After hesitating long, with much fear and trembling, she at last rented the store, and by the aid of a few friends, got a neat little stock of goods. Every market day she set out her table as before, and with what she sold, both in this way and in her shop, she soon began to do very well, and to be tolerably easy in her mind. Just at this period in her affairs, another poor widow woman, struggling for a support for her children, set out a table on the opposite corner, to get the custom of the market people. As soon as the widow who had the store as well as the table, saw this, she immediately took in her table, and to a friend who asked her the reason said, "I am doing very well with my store, and she has but a table; I will divide the custom, for I know how hard it is to support a family of children with only the sales of a single table."

An American Lady's Kindness to a Soldier.

On my first arrival here I inquired for private F., having known him at Sackett's Harbor. I knew him to be a well informed, well educated man. Desiring he should become what he might if he chose, (but I learned to my regret that he was still a drunkard,) I sent for him, conversed plainly with him, and told him I only wondered, that with his habits, he was still in the land of the living, and it was a mercy God had spared him so long. I asked him if he really loved that poison he took so freely? He answered, no. I asked him why he drank it? He said he could not live without it. I told him he was mistaken; that he could not live long, if he pursued the course he then did, and that I believed he was rapidly going to the grave, and to the world of despair. He listened with espectful attention, and was silent. I then asked him if

ardent spirit was necessary either to his existence, or happiness. He said, it was not. I then asked him, if he would make me one promise? He asked what it was? 1 answered, promise me, F., that you will not drink anothen drop for six months. "Miss said he, "I cannot

make that promise. I will promise not to drink so much." "No," said I, "that will not do;" you must give it up entirely, or you are a ruined man for this world, and the world to come."

A few days after this, I saw him again, and asked him if he was still determined to drink? He answered that it made but little difference, whether he lived a longer or a shorter period, &c., but looked very solemn. I then told him that I had sent for him once more, and it would be for the last time; that I not only felt anxious that he should become a sober man, but anxious also that he should become a Christian. At this he seemed to start; he looked at me with astonishment. "Miss

" said he, "I did not know there was a being in the world, who cared whether I was drunk or sober, whether I was respected or despised, whether saved or lost. I knew not there was one, who could take a sufficient interest in my welfare, as even to spend so much time in conversing with me; or who would condescend to advise me for my best good." He said no one cared for, or respected him. Of course he thought it was of little consequence how he appeared, how he lived, &c. I then conversed with him more faithfully, feeling at liberty to do so, as he belonged to my brother's company. I laid before him the awful consequences of leading such a life; the influence he was exerting over others; the tremendous fate that awaited him, and all those who lived and died as he would, unless a speedy reformation took place. I left him after repeating, that I never wished again to see or speak with him, while he continued a practice so destructive to soul and body both. Now, Mr., think of the goodness and mercy of God, in interposing. In less than one week after the last conversation, F. did make resolutions, and such resolutions as he has never since broken. It is now more than three months, since he has tasted ardent spirit; he has never for once been tempted to take it, and it has become hateful to bim. And I am sure you will think it a wonder of won

ders, when I tell you further, that he is a Christian. 1 could fill pages to you concerning his first awakening, his strong convictions, his deep sense of sin, the enormity of nis crimes, his views of the justice of God in casting him off forever, his apparently sincere repentance, his deep Lontrition of soul for sin, his perfect hatred of it, and of the course he had his whole life pursued; and his atonement at the long suffering and forbearance of God, towards him, when he had sinned with so high a hand.

The Bible, which he says had hitherto been a sealed book to him, now opens to his mind new truths, and he discovers new beauties, which until lately were entirely hid. Though, probably, he never read the Bible much, he says it was a task; now it is his delight, and in prayer and communion with God, he finds the highest enjoyment. Indeed, he seems already to have made great advances in the knowledge of his own heart. He says nothing ean exceed the depth of the wickedness and entire depravity, the sink of iniquity and corruption, which he has discovered. He wonders that God has spared such a sinner so long; it seems to him that the justice of God required his eternal destruction. He has altogether new views of the Savior, and the way of life and salvation through him. "Oh?" he says, "what a glorious and perfect way!" The old man is emphatically and radically changed. Never, perhaps, was anything more visible. His looks, his conversation, his whole appearance, are changed.

How admirable the labors, and complete the success of this pious young lady. O, that Christian females would exert themselves to do good among sailors and soldiers. What a melancholy and affecting acknowledgement did private F. make, that he thought no one cared for him. Christians, awake to the deathless interest of perishing

soldiers and sailors.

A British Soldier.

AT the battle of Toulouse a multitude of brave mer. were slain; and many who survived that dreadful conflict, narrowly escaped with their lives. Among the lat

ter was a soldier belonging to the seventy-first regiment which had so nobly distinguished itself during the war in the Peninsula. The following account of his preservation has been published by himself.

After having given a vivid description of the commencement of the battle, and many exploits of valor performed by the British army on that day, he says: "I shall ever remember an adventure that happened to me towards the afternoon. We were in extended order, firing and retir. ing. I had just risen to run behind my file, when a spent shot struck me on the groin, and nearly took my breath from me. Lord, receive my soul!" I said, and sat down resigned. The French were advancing fast. I laid musket down, and gasped for breath. Being very sick, I put my canteen to my lips, but could not taste the water; however, I washed my mouth and grew less faint. At this moment of helplessness, the French came up. One of them made a charge at me, as I sat on the ground, pale as death. In another moment I must have been transfixed, had not his next man pushed the point of the bayonet past me. "Do not touch the good Scott," said the brave soldier, and then addressing himself to me, added, "Do you remember me?" I feebly answered "No." "I saw you at Sobral," he rejoined. Immediately I recognized him to be a soldier whose life I had saved from a Portuguese, who was going to kill him as he lay wounded. "Yes, I know you," I replied. "God bless you," said the brave warrior, and giving me a pancake out of his hand, moved on with his companions in arms.”

Thus the merciful man obtained mercy; and as we deal with others God will deal with us. From this short narrative, we may see how necessary it is to embrace every opportunity of performing acts of kindness. Such a conduct, while it is pleasing and acceptable to God, will prove highly beneficial to ourselves. By doing good to others, we shall dispose and engage them to return our kindness. In many respects, men are dependent on each other. We cannot tell what may befal us in future life; we may be placed in such situations as to be glad of the assistance of those whose talents we may be tempted to despise. No merciful man will object, in a qualified

sense, to that part of Pope's Universal prayer, where he

says,-

"Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see;
What mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me."

An Example for Teachers.

A TEACHER in a Sabbath school having labored some time without seeing any of his class converted, began to feel that there was something wrong in his manner of teaching. He could not believe that, when a teacher makes proper efforts for the conversion of his pupils, he will remain long without success. He was led to be more coustant in prayer. During the week, he daily and fervently presented the case of each scholar before the throne of grace. When the Sabbath came, he found himself possessed of an unusual desire for the conversion of the children. He was more faithful to them than he had been before. He applied the truths contained in the lesson to the heart and conscience of each one. He told them what his feelings had been respecting them, and requested them to pray for him every day during the week, that he might be aided in his efforts to make them wise unto salvation. As the scholars were on their way home, two of them walked along by themselves, for some time without saying a word.

At length one said: "Our teacher felt a good deal or interest in us to-day."

"Yes," said the other, "and what do you think of his asking us to pray for him? I told him I would, and I mean to be as good as my word."

"Well, so do I," said his companion; "and why can't we pray together?"

They immediately turned aside from the road and in a retired spot fulfilled the promise they had made to their teacher. One of the boys went home and asked the lady with whom he lived, to forgive him. He knew he had beer a bad boy, and he desired her to pray for him. The serious impressions that were made on the minds of these

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