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cultivated country. The Indian asked his companion if he knew the ground, and he eagerly replied, “ It is Lichfield.” His guide then recalled the scene at the inn some years before, and bidding him farewell, exclaimed, “I that Indian. Now, I pay you, go home !"
Here, then, the kindness received its reward. But when does it fail ? The answer is, Never. An ample recompence invariably comes. Sometimes, as in this instance, it is signally conferred; but though it be not, yet it pours à stream of ineffable delight into the bosom. No one doubts the advantage of him who accepts the boon, but that of the donor is unquestionably greater. Among the words of our Lord Jesus were these: “ It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
THE NEW ZEALAND CHIEF. When the Nagapuli came to attack his Pa, he one morning went out to reconnoitre their camp; and while in concealment among the fern, he perceived the principal Chief of the enemy advancing toward him : he was coming with a similar intention. The enemy was well armed, but he had no weapon with him; yet, not deterred, he continued for some time in his place of concealment, until he observed the Chief sit down on the shore at a little distance, with his back toward him : he then crept unperceived, and, springing suddenly upon him
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like a tiger, he in an instant turned him over, wrested his mery from his hand, deprived him of his double-barrelled gun, and tying his arms behind, made him march before him to his Pa. When he had nearly reached it, he ordered his prisoner to stand: he did so, ex. pecting it to be the signal for his death: instead of which, the conqueror unbound his arms and restored his weapons, bidding him to bind him and drive him in the same way, as a prisoner to his camp; which was accordingly done. When they entered it, the people set up a shout on beholding their Chief leading in so distinguished a prisoner; and it was with difficulty that he could preserve him from being instantly put to death. He bade them have patience until he had told them the story of his capture, when they might put him to death if they wished: after some hesitation they consented, and sat down in a circle around them. The whole story was then told; which not only raised a general feeling of admiration in favour of their prisoner, but was the means of an immediate peace being proclaimed.”
CHILDREN IN THE WOODS.
Most of our little readers have, no doubt, heard of the old English tale, about two children being left in a wood and dying there, with a story about the robin redbreasts covering them over with leaves. Whether that tale was true we do not know; perhaps as most of such things are, it was only partly true. The fol lowing is an account of the death of two children in a wood in that part of America which is called Canada, and which appears to be quite true.
Two children went astray in the woods, about four miles from Halifax. Their names were Jane Elizabeth, and Margaret Meagher; the elder six years and ten months old; the younger four years and six months. Some hundreds of people, many of them from Halifax, and comprising some military and Indians, went in search for several successive days. On Friday, a snowstorm occurred, and added painfully to the difficulties and depression on the subject. On Sunday, the remains of the children were found, about six miles from the home of their parents. They were found locked in each other's armsthe younger with its face on the cheek of the elder. The elder had rolled her apron about the more helpless babe. She had the looks of care and sorrow in death, as it, which is not uncommon in similar cases, premature respon. sibility was felt, and that to secure and shield the little innocent by her side was felt a duty. The younger seemed as if it met death in sleep. Their tender feet were much injured by travelling-in vain endeavours to reach home. What pangs must have introduced despair into the
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childrens' minds, mid their loneliness and hunger, day after day, and night after night, in the wilderness! The parents of the children have been subjects of deep commiseration.
The remains of the little wanderers were interred, on Tuesday, in the burial-ground between Ellenvale and Allan's. They were laid in one coffin, and in the position in which they were discovered. They had a largely-attended funeral, notwithstanding the wet weather.
A reward of £5 was offered to the person who should discover the children. Mr. Peter Currie became entitled to the sum, but he generously declined accepting it; and suggested that it should be appropriated towards the erection of a monument over the grave.
The fine feeling and determination evinced by many of the inhabitants of Halifax, Dartmouth, and the settlements, on this melancholy occasion, deserves honourable notice. Many left their homes for four successive days, to continue the search through the woods; and constant endeavours were made to scothe the sufferings of the parents.
NAPOLEON AND HIS PAGE. When Napoleon returned to his palace, immediately after his defeat at Waterloo, he continued many hours without taken any refreshment. One of the grooms of the chamber ventured to serve up some coffee in his cabinet,
by the hands of a child, whom Napoleon had occasionally distinguished by his notice. The Emperor sat motionless, with his hand spread over his eyes. The page stood patiently before him, gazing with infantine curiosity on image which presented so strong a contrast to his own figure of simplicity and peace; at last the little attendant presented his tray, exclaiming, in the familiarity ofan age which knows so little distinctions, “Eat, sire,- it will do you good."
The Emperor looked at him, and asked, “ Do you not belong to Gonesse ?” (a village near Paris.)
· No, sire, I come from Pierrefite."
“Where your parents have a cottage and some acres of land ?"
“ Yes, sire."
“ There is true happiness,” replied that extraordinary being, who, a short time before bad compelled continental Europe to crouch at his feet !
For your Saviour rules it all.