Poor Willie ! It was a sad is it?" " Ten

years ago," she fight, but conscience had some- said, “I was left a widow with thing more to say yet. “What eight children utterly unprodid the teacher at the Sunday- vided for, and nothing to call school talk about last Sunday, my own but this Bible. By its Willie ? What was the text ? direction, and looking to God Thou God seest me!"" "O,” for strength, I have been enabled cried Willie, “ Thou God seest to feed myself and family. I me!”

am now tottering to the grave; In a few minutes the boy was but I am perfectly happy, beat his master's house, and handed cause I look forward to a life the sovereign back, saying there of immortality with Jesus in had been a mistake. The master heaven. That's what my relisaid little at the time, but soon gion has done for me. What has after Willie was placed in a your way of thinking done for better situation, from which, you?” “Well, my good lady,” by good conduct, he rose to a rejoined the lecturer, “I don't position of comfort and respect- want to disturb your comfort; ability. He found that, even as but-” “O! that's not the respects this world, honesty is question," interposed the wothe best policy; and St. Paul's man; “keep to the point, Sir. words, living “in all good con- What has your way of thinking science before God,” were also done for you ?” The infidel not forgotten.

endeavoured again to avoid the question; the feeling of the

meeting gave vent to applause, AN INFIDEL SILENCED. and the infidel had to go away

silenced by an old woman.
NE day an infidel was

lecturing in a village in
the north of England,

THE TENDER SHEPHERD. and at the close he challenged

HEN foolish lambs forsake discussion. The challenge was

the fold, accepted by an old, bent woman,

Through thorny ways to in most ancient attire, who went

wander wide, up to the lecturer and said, “I In noontide's heat and darkness have a question to put to you.”

cold “ Well, my good woman, what To stray upon the mountain side,

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Does not the faithful shepherd fine creatures as ever I saw. I then

was to buy groceries and dry With tireless steps those lambs goods before I came back, and, pursue

above all, a doll for our youngO'errocky height, through darksome

est, ‘Dolly ;' she had never glen,

had a proper doll of her own, To bring them to the fold anew ?

only the rag ones her mother Great Shepherd ! let Thy watchful had made her. “Dolly' could eye

talk of nothing else, and went With vigilance Thy flock survey, down to the very gate to call And by Thy presence, ever nigh, after me to buy a big one.' Restrain those lambs that else No one but a parent can underwould stray.

stand how much I thought But if, despite Thy warning voice, about that toy, and how, when One wilful lamb from Thee should

the cattle were sold, the first roam,

thing I hurried off to buy was Ah! overrule his fatal choice; Pursue, reclaim, and bring him ‘Dolly's' doll. I found a large home.

that would open

eyes and shut when you pulled a

wire, and had it wrapped up in BENEVOLENCE

paper and tucked it up under my REWARDED;


while I had the parcels of

calico, and tea and sugar put OR, THE DROVER AND HIS CHILD.

up. N American Western “It might have been more drover related the follow- prudent to stay until morning,

ing story : My name but I felt anxious to get back, is Anthony Hunt.

I am a


to hear •Dolly's' drover, and I live miles and prattle about her new toy. Ι miles away upon the Western mounted on a steady-going old prairie. There wasn't a home horse, pretty well loaded. Night within sight when we moved set in before I was a mile from there, my wife and I; and now town, and settled down dark as we haven't many neighbours, pitch, while I was in the middle though those we have are good of the wildest bit of road I ones. One day, about ten years know. But I could have felt ago, I went away from home to my way,-I remembered it so

I sell some fifty head of cattle— well; although I was almost,

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when the storm that had been to me, and I mounted, tucking brewing broke, and pelted the the little soaked child under rain in torrents, five miles, or my coat as well as I could, may be six, from home.

promising to take it home to “I rode on as fast as I could, mammy.' but all of a sudden I heard a “It seemed tired to death, little

cry like a child's voice. I and soon cried itself to sleep stopped short, and listened. I against my bosom. heard it again. I called and “ It had slept there over an it answered me. I could see hour when I saw my own winnothing. All was perfectly dark. dows. There were lights in I got down from my horse, and them, and I supposed my wife felt about in the grass-called had lit them for my sake; but again, and again I was answered. when I got into the door-yard, Then I began to wonder. I'm I saw something was the matter, not timid, but I was known to and stood still with fear of heart be a drover, and to have money five minutes before I could lift about me. There might be a

the latch. trap, I thought, to catch me “At last I opened the door, unawares, and rob and murder and saw the room full of neigh

I am not superstitious; bours, and my wife amidst them, but how, I asked myself, could weeping. When she saw me, a real child be out on the prairie she hid her face. • O, don't tell in such a night, at such an him,' she said; it will kill hour? The voice might be more him!' • What is it, neighthan human, and I was half bours ?' I cried, and one said, inclined to run away. But once ‘Nothing now, I hope; what's more I heard that cry, and I said, that in your arms ?' 'Ifany man'schild is hereabouts, lost child,' said I. "I found it Anthony Hunt is not the man on the road. Take it, will you ? to let it die.' I searched again. I've turned faint,' and I lifted At last I bethought me of a the sleeping thing, and saw the hollow under the hill, and face of my own child, my little groped that way. Sure enough, 'Dolly.' It was my darling, I found a little dripping thing, and none other, that I had that moaned and sobbed as I picked up upon the drenched took it in my arms.

I called road ! She had wandered out to my horse, and the beast came meet daddy and doll' while


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her mother was at work, and so, and henceforward regularly the neighbours were lamenting went to the Methodist chapel over her as one dead. I thanked at the place in which he lived. heaven on my knees before After his conversion, he felt them all. It is not much of a very desirous to bring others story; but I think of it often in to Jesus, particularly his own the night, and wonder how I family and friends, who were could bear to live now, if I had greatly opposed to him not stopped when I heard the account of his religion. Ho cry for help upon the road, the visited prisons, where fever and little baby-cry, hardly louder pestilence prevailed, and tried than a squirrel's chirp.”The to teach condemned felong the New Cyclopædia of Anecdote. way to the Saviour, not being

ashamed to accompany them in THE REV. HENRY MOORE their last sad moments to the

AND THE AMBITIOUS gallows. It was not long before SCHOLAR.

he became a preacher, his first

sermon being delivered in a HE late Rev. Henry deserted weaver's shop, which

Moore was a distinguished was furnished for the purpose

Wesleyan Minister. He with seats and a desk. was born in Dublin, in 1751, Mr. Moore laboured to make and in his childhood heard known the Gospel during several Mr. Wesley preach in that city years in his native country, notWhen he went to live in London withstanding much opposition. he often attended the preaching Violent mobs of Roman Cathoof Mr. Wesley, and thus his lics and of ungodly people early religious impressions were assailed him with clods of renewed. On his return to earth, as well as with foul Ireland, he heard that a clergy- language, and often his life was man named Smyth had been in danger. He afterwards reexpelled from his

church, moved to this country, where though the nephew of he was very useful and much Archbishop, on the charge of honoured. He was one of Mr. being a Methodist. This,' Wesley's chief friends, and was said Mr. Moore to himself, often his companion in journeys “must be a good man, and I through almost every part of will go and hear him.” He did England. Mr. Wesley appointed



him one of the trustees of his rence, and died, in 1844, in his manuscripts and books, and ninety-third year. after his death Mr. Moore wrote This venerable Minister used a valuable “Life” of his friend. to relate to young people a He was twice President of the conversation he once had with a Wesleyan - Methodist Confe- little scholar whom he met in

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