thatof des troying each other, till their turn arrived to be destroyed themselves.

I stood still to collect my thoughts; and when I looked calmly and deliberately around me, I saw them all glowing in the quiet heaven above, as they had always done. But the fancy was not without its moral, for I then felt more powerfully than I had ever felt before, that even these unsinning creatures were the servants of Him who sitteth upon the circle of the earth. If liberty were denied, where no power to turn it into licentiousness existed, could it be safely entrusted to such beings as ourselves, who were so prone to vitiate the best gifts of God? The point was, at all events, worth consideration. I had just seen that Liberty might be anything or nothing, according to the views of those who clamoured for it; and it "gave me pause" to think that I might perhaps be hampering the wheels of Freedom when loudest in its praise. Clamour is no charioteer of his; but if he be the freeman whom the Truth makes free, why should we not learn of Him who was the Truth embodiedof Him to whom this witness was of old borne-" He shall not cry, nor lift up, nor cause his voice to be heard in the street: A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench ?"

Though I could see no evidences of Liberty or Equality amongst the sparkling lights of heaven, I loved to trace there a holy brotherhood. Fraternity was the only item of their happy creed. But even in this, there were elder and younger, brighter and less bright, nearer and more remote, relations and conditions. Love and light, and mutual usefulness, formed the great burden and business of these glorious creatures; and my spirit, under their influence, soon became quiet as a weaned child, as I walked homeward in the twilight of that memorable evening. H. R. E.

(To be continued.)

THE MIGHT OF KINDNESS.

Be kind to young men; it will cost you nothing, and will do them a great deal of good. It is marvellous what a kind word does for a young man sometimes. I was in the north some time

ago, and a scene took place there which to me was exceedingly gratifying, and which I will relate :

:-

A young man was sent up to London at the age of seventeen to improve himself in his business. As he went out of the door, his mother followed, to take the last glance of her boy; and as he departed she lifted up her hands, and said, "William, may God bless you, and give you friends in London who shall lead you to Jesus Christ!"

She little thought how that prayer was to be answered. When he came to town, he went first to one place of worship, and then to another, and, as he said, "No one took notice of a poor lad. Sometimes the free seats were allotted me-sometimes I saw individuals with abundance of room in their pews, while I was obliged to stand." One Sunday night he strolled into Surrey Chapel, and was happily placed before one of our elders, who said to him after the service, "I hope you have been interested in the discourse this evening." "I was afraid that I was going to be catechized," said he, "so made my way to the far end of the pew, to get out before him; but he came up to me, and said, 'If you will come here next Sunday night, I will reserve a seat in my pew for you.' That broke my heart. I had gone into hundreds of places without being noticed, but a venerable man patting me on the shoulder, and speaking thus, over

and found, in a crowded That very night God met he was converted. That

The following Sabbath he went, chapel, the sitting preserved for him. him, by the power of the truth, and poor lad's mother's prayer was thus answered in a remarkable manner; he became a superintendent in a Sunday school, lived some time in London to honor God, and then went back to scatter blessings in the country from which he came. Be kind, then, to young men.

-Rev. James Sherman.

LOOK TO THE END.

Ar the period alluded to, contested elections frequently lasted some time, fourteen days being allowed for the purpose. The candidates for representing the little unimportant town, were a country gentleman residing in the neighbourhood, and Sir Edward Staunton, a baronet of note, from London.

The contest was a severe one; both parties having made up their minds to spare no expense in order to accomplish their object. It required the presence of Miss Charlotte herself, to prevent our infringing the rules, and running to the windows every time the bands were heard, accompanied by cries of "Staunton for ever," with the opposing shouts of, "No cockneys for us-a townsman for ever!"

There were however, some day boarders, and from these we learned the names, and what was a matter of still greater interest to us, the colors of the candidates. The whole school was in a ferment, divided on the important question of "red" or "blue." The day boarders, who were our oracles in electioneering matters, espoused as was natural, the causes of their respective parents; and surely the opposition out of doors, was scarcely less violent in its way, than that carried on within the brick mansion, commonly known by the name of the Manor House. Long and loud did the votaries of red and blue, hold forth on the merits of the party they had adopted. For my own part, I was in a complete dilemma. Blue I thought decidedly the prettier color, but then Miss Birch assured me that Sir Edward was tall, gentlemanly, and very fascinating; whilst his opponent had the misfortune to be short, fat, and a fox hunter.

Whilst yet undecided, and in the act of listening to a dispute between the Misses Birch and Jones, who might be styled the leaders of the two parties, the sound of music was heard - Miss Charlotte had been called out to a visitor-and there was a general rush to the windows. In vain did the under teacher remonstrate-her voice was lost in the din within and without.

The procession approached—there was a handsome scarlet flag, edged with white, bearing the inscription "Staunton and independence!" An open carriage followed, drawn by four horses, and containing several gentlemen, one of whom stood uncovered, and from time to time bowed gracefully, in acknowledgment of the cheers which resounded on all sides.

"That is Sir Edward;" exclaimed Miss Birch, in triumph,"the tall gentleman who is standing," continued she, addressing Elizabeth, who just then pushed forward to get a peep.

"Yes, yes, it is he," cried the child, springing upon the long desk, which stood under the windows. In an instant she had

thrown open the sash, and seizing a scarlet ribbon from the astonished Miss Birch, waved it through the window, then suddenly turning-"Now girls," she said, "do pray wave your handkerchiefs; you perceive there is white in the flag, Sir Edward is my papa's friend."

There was no resisting this appeal. The enthusiasm became general. All the reds, and most of the waverers prepared to comply. The other window flew open, and handkerchiefs in abundance were waved. Even a few of the nominal blues, were accused of being amongst the number, influenced, probably, by the repeated gracious acknowledgments of Sir Edward, and his friends, who on perceiving the groups of well wishers stationed at the windows of our school-room, stopped some moments opposite the house, and saluted us several times, whilst the crowd below cheered more loudly than ever.

The charge brought against the blues, was however strenuously denied by the parties accused, who proved the true victors, since, in spite of Sir Edward's real or supposed superiority, the enlightened freemen of this old borough returned their townsman by a large majority.

Miss Percy was in consternation when the proceedings in the school-room were detailed to her by Miss Smith, the under teacher, who ended her relation with the assurance that "it was no use speaking, for the young ladies paid no attention to her."

As this was quite true, all we could urge in excuse was, that we really had not heard her. This misdemeanor was the more annoying to Miss Percy, as she considered it her interest to reserve her good wishes for the opposite party, as the daughters of the other candidate had been her pupils, until sent in true country style for a twelve months' 'finishing' in the metropolis. The mischief however was done, and the offenders (no unusual thing) trusted to their numbers for escaping condign punishment.

It was speedily rumoured, however, that certain articles called "badges," were in course of preparation for the ringleaders. Now of all the old-fashioned modes of punishment practised at the Manor House, there was not one so greatly dreaded as the wearing of badges: but lest any of my readers should be so

ignorant, or rather so fortunate, as not to know what badges are, I will describe them.

They consisted of oblong pieces of thin cardboard, on which was printed in large letters, some word denoting the nature of the fault committed, as for instance-' Disobedience,'' Carelessness,' or 'Falsehood.' They were tied across the forehead, and worn a day or longer, according to the magnitude of the offence; the wearer being obliged to attend the masters during the period of her disgrace, as well as to endure the ridicule of the unfeeling amongst her companions.

In some alarm, I mentioned to Louisa the probability of our being thus punished. She looked very grave for a few minutes, then taking my hand, "Come with me, Caroline," she said. "I wish to tell Miss Dalton what you say."

"Nay" I replied, holding back, "I would rather not go to her. Do you not see that she is sitting by the side of Miss Charlotte, mending the stockings she neglected to do on Saturday."

"That is precisely the reason why she must be forthwith informed of our impending fate,” returned Louisa, almost dragging me towards Elizabeth. Putting on a look of unconcern, she then enquired, "Miss Dalton, do you really think Sir Edward Staunton recognized you ?"

"To be sure he nodded, and smiled as if he did."

"You said your papa was acquainted with him, did you not?" "Oh yes, he is very frequently at our house in town." “Do you think he will call to see you?”

"Yes, if this horrid election does not put me out of his head. If he should forget me," added she, lowering her voice sufficiently to fix Miss Charlotte's attention, "he will be very ungrateful, considering the disgrace we are in for his sake."

'Disgrace truly," remarked Louisa, "I have heard that some are to wear badges for disobedience." As she repeated these words, she glanced towards me, for I had retired to a little distance.

"Pray what had Caroline to do with the matter?" enquired Elizabeth.

"Hush!" whispered Louisa, "you know she waved her handkerchief."