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next news from the geese was, that three of them were missing. My children went and found them terribly mangled and dead, and thrown into the bushes. “Now,' said I, “all keep still, and let me punish him.

In a few days the shoemaker's hogs broke into my corn. I saw them, but let them remain a long time. At last I drove them all out, and picked up the corn which they had torn down, and fed them with it in the road. By this time, the shoemaker came in great haste after them. ‘Have you seen anything of my hogs ?' said he.

Yes, sir,-you will find them yonder, eating some corn which they tore down in my field.' 'In your field ?' 'Yes, sir,' said I ; 'hogs love corn, you know they were made to eat.' 'How much mischief have they done?' 'O, not much' said I.-Well, off he went to look, and estimated the damage to me, to be equal to a bushel and a half of old corn. O no,' said I, 'it can't be.' 'Yes,' said the shoemaker,' and I will pay you every cent of damage.' 'No,' I replied, “you shall pay nothing. My geese have been a great deal of trouble to you. The shoemaker blushed and went home. But in the winter, when we came to settle, the shoemaker was determined to pay me for the corn. “No,' said I, 'I shall take nothing.' After sume talk we parted. But in a day or two I met him in the road, and fell into conversation in the most friendly manner. But when I started on, he seemed loth to move, and I paused.


For a moment both of us were silent. At last he said, 'I have something labouring on my mind.' Well, what is it ? 'Those geese-I killed three of your geese ; and I never shall rest till you know how I feel. I am sorry,' and the tears came in his eyes. "O, well,' said I,

never mind; I suppose my geese were provoking. I never took anything of him for it. But whenever my cattle broke into his field, after this, he seemed glad,-because he showed how patient he could be.”

Now, said the old soldier, conquer yourself, and you can conquer anything. You can conquer with kindness where you can conquer in no other



The nerve of a tooth, not as large as the finest cambric needle, will sometimes drive a man to distraction. A musquito can make an elephant absolutely mad. The coral rock, which causes a navy to founder, is the work of worms. The warrior that withstood death in a thousand forms may be killed by an insect. The deepest wretchedness often results from a perpetual continuance of the most petty trials. A chance look from those we love, often produces exquisite or unalloyed pleasure.

THE QUAKER'S WATCH. A Person of the denomination of Quakers once took his watch to the maker, with the following words :

“Friend, I have once more brought my erroneous watch, which wants thy friendly care and protection. The last time he was at thy school he was in no way benefited by thy instruction. I find, by the index of his tongue, that he tells false, and that his motions are wavering and unsettled, which makes me believe he is not right in the inward man,-I mean the mainspring. I would have thee improve him with thy adjusting tool of truth, that, if possible, thou mayest drive him from the error of his ways. Imagining his body to be foul and disordered, purge him, with thy cleansing stick, from all pollution, so that he may vibrate and circulate according to truth. I will board him with thee for a few days, and pay thee when thou requirest it. In thy last bill thou chargedst me with oneeighth of a pound sterling, which I will pay thee also. Friend, when thou correctest him, do it without passion, lest by severity thou drivest him to destruction. I would have thee let him visit the sun's motion, and learn his true calculation, table, and equation; and when thou findest him conformable to that, send him home with a just bill of moderation, and it shall be faithfully remitted to thee by thy true friend.” S. R. B.

I LOVE to see sweet Spring adorning

Each hill and dale with verdure gay; It seems the dawn of Time's first morning,

Just blushing from the sun's first ray. I love to see a blooming flower,

That no vile insect lurks within ; It seems a rose from Eden's bower,

Ere beauty fell a prey to sin. I love to see a tranquil river,

When not a breeze disturbs its face; It seems that stream that flows for ever,

Proceeding from the throne of grace. I love to see a sinner weeping,

For having sinn'd against his God; It seems the latent seed just peeping,

From underneath the fruitful sod. I love to see a head grown hoary,

In lovely wisdoms pleasant way; It seems a radiant crown of glory,

Which blooms to everlasting day. Thus whilst I view the works of nature,

And through them look at nature's God; I'll learn the praise of my Creator,

Who governs all things with his nod. So passing through this vale of weeping,

I'll sweets extract from every flower; Till on my clay-cold pillow sleeping, I'll wake in Eden's blissful bower.

S. S.

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An eminent living minister, when he left the college at which he studied, went on a visit to some of his relations. A neighbour of theirs invited some friends to meet him, one afternoon, at a social party. Among them was a female who retained marked traces of a recent and very severe illness; and she related to the company the incidents of the deep affliction through which she had passed. She had been taken ill, and gradually became worse, until at last the physician who attended her, said to her father, “I have no hope of your daughter now.

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