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I'm growing veryold. Th That hath so eften leane In days long past that see) Is bent and hoary with thie These timbs that followed

s weary head

on Jesus’ breast, : almost a dream, weight of years Him—-my Master

i, that stood

—oft From Galilee to Judah, ye mbled with His

Beneath tha cross and t ns,

Refuse to bear me oven through the streets

Te preach unto my childreo. E’en my lips

Refuse to form the words my heart sends

forth.

My ears are dui!l; they scarcely bear the aobs

Of my dear chikiren gathered round my couch ;

My eyes so dim they cannol see their tears.

God jays His hand upon we :—yea His hand,

And not His rod—the gentle band that I

Felt, those three years so often pressed in mine,

la friendship such as passeth woman's love.

I'm old, so old. TI cannot recollect

The faces of my friends, and J forget

The words and deeds that make up daily life ;

But that dear face thateve:y word He spoke,

Grow more distinct as others fade away,

So that I live with Him anc boly dead

More than with liviag.

Some seventy years ago i was a fisher by the sacred sea. It was at sunset. How the tranquil tide Bathed dreamily the pebbles. How the light Crept up the distant hills, snd in the wake Soft purple shadows wrapped the dewy fields,

And then He came and catied me. Then | gazed, For tae first time on the sweet face. Those

eyes, Frow an of which, as from a window, shone Divinity, looked oa my inmost soul,

And lighted it forever, Then His words Broke on the silence of my heart and made The whole world musical. Incarnate Love Teok hold of me and claims me for his own 1 follewed in the twilight, holding fast

His mantle,

Oh! what holy walks we had, Through harvest fields an! desolate dreary wastes ; And oftert' nes he leaned upon my arm, Wearied and wayworn. | was young and strong, And eo upbore him. Lord! now Jam weak, And old, and feebie. Let me rest on thee! Se, put Thine arm eround me. Closer still! Hew strong thou art! The twilight draws

apace. Come lei us leave these noisy streets and take The path to Bethany, for Mary’s smile Awaits us at the gate, an! Martha's hands Hare long prepared the cheerful evening I

meal, Come, James, the Master waits, and Peter,

yee, Has gone some steps befor”.

What say you friends? That this is Ephesus, and Christ has gone Back te hic kingdom? Ay, ‘tis so, ‘tis so. I knew it all; and yet, just now, I seemed fo stand once more upon my native bilis And touch my Master. (©h! how oft I've

seen The touching of his garments bring back strength To palsied limbs! I feel it has to mine. Up! bear me once more to my church—once more, There let me teli them of a Saviour’s love ; For by the sweetness of my Master's voice Just now. I think he must be very near— Coming, I trust, to break the veil, which time Has worn so thin that I caa see beyond, And watch his footsteps.

So, raise up my head. How dark itis! 1 cannot seem to see The faces of my flock. Is (hat the sea That murmurs so, or is it weeping ? My listle children! God so loved the world He gzve His Son ; so love ye one another; Love Sod and man. Amen. Now bear me back. My legacy unto an angry world is this. I feel my work is finished. Are the streets so full? What, call the folk my name? Joha : Nay, write me rather, Jesus Christ's beloved And lover of my children,

The Holy

Lay me down Once more upon my couch, and open wide tages °w. See! there comes a light Like that which broke upon my soul at eve, When, in the dreary Isle of Patmos, Gabriel came

And touched me on the shoulder. See! it grows As when we mounted towards the pearly

gates. i knew the way! I trod it once before. Ard hark? it is the seng the ransomed sang Of glory to the lamb! How loud it sounds! And that unwritten one! Methinks my sou! can join it now. But whoare these who crow’ The shining way? Say! joy! ‘tis the eleven! ‘With Peter first; how eagerly he looks! How bright the smiles are beaming on James’ face ! f em the last. Te gather round the Paschal feast.

Once more we are complete My Oh, my Lord! my Lord! Wow bright thou art, and yet the very same T loved in Galilee! ‘Tis worth the hundred years

To feel this bliss! So, lift me up, dear Lord, Unto thy bosom. There shall I abide.

—

A CHRISTMAS CAROL.

We had been married just three years— Mary and 1, God had blessed us with two as lovely little children as ever delighted the hearts of parents, and if ever man had cause to be proud I had; and one would have thought that I would have asked no higher honor than to work for and surround with comforts these so dear to me but of whom I was so unworthy.

To describe my wife as she was thirty years agc —the time at which the events I sym about to chronicle took place--would

oo and far more brilliant pen We © gine; suffice it to say that hers was a

804 silion beauty,” such as we love to picture

to ourselves as the attribute of angels, and

what is far more rare, her face was the in-

dex of her heart; and 4s she sits near me new, studying her favorite volume, ‘ God's

Holy Word,’ and though her golden locks

are thickly sprinkled with grey, and,

‘Time's hand ’ has left its mark upon her

brew, still even in the old woman traces of

the lovely girl are plainly seen.

All this beauty was wy own, accompanied

a wealth of love that seldom falls to

the lot of mortal man.

ou will scarcely believe me then when I tell you, that with all this love, and all these motives to become « hero in ‘ Life's battle,’ I‘aliowed myself day by day, week By week, and month by month, to be over come by that mortal enemy to buman

‘ drink.’

_.. Article after article of our worldly goods were swept away, my means of support gone, having long since been discharged from a situation both lucrative and plea-

sant.

I beheld my family reduced to beggary, end worse than all, I visited upon their innocent head sins that were mine alone, and though it was thirty years ago, my heart bleeds te tell it, still it is true; [ even visited blows upon my angel wife, and

was Obliged to seek refuge with her who gave her « home on the con- dition that she would never more hold communication with me, condition which the sequel, I think, will clearly show was neither good nor sound ; and oh! how ‘and sorrow would be avoided cases if parents, while hating the sin, would try and save the sinner.

What a fearful thing it \s that at the pre~ sent day divorces are the rule, not the exception ; man dissolving ties which God has reserved to himself sione the right to

in

cy erat. nthe I wandered sbout, an outcast

from home, sinking day by day deeper into of misery snd sin.

Hush! |

Five days before Christmas I was sitting in my usual place, the bar-room, when, on the shelf, I chanced to see a revolver be« tween some decanters ; for hours I watched and at last obtained the chance I had waited for, and, umperceived; gained pos session of the weapon.

Christmas,eve, thirty years ago, was to be my last night on earth. I had just finished a farewell letter to my wife, and was about to leave my room for the place |

the door opened and Mary and ner child- ren stood before me.

‘Frank, I cannot live,without you. To spend Christmas away from my husband and my children’s father, not knowing but that he was in want, would break my heart.’

Placing her hand on my head, she told me that the curly head she loved so well should not lie in a dishonored grave, until every art and prayer at her command failed, and right nobly she kept her word.

I won't trouble the reader with the de- tails of our struggle up. Suffice it to say that as I write I am sitting in a home of comfort and luxury, a home earned by my own exertions, exertions which would never be put forth but for her who has made the fruit of each labor doubly sweet.

My son Tom is up stairs writing his Christmas sermon, and knows not how near he came to being the son of a drunken suidide, and having to battle alone witha cold, pitless world, amid temptations and hardships from which, thank God, it has been mw happy lot to shield him.

Sorrow has never crossed the path. God grant it never may, for right nebly is he doing his Master's work.

Ny daughter Mary, with my two young grandsons, are coming next week to pres pare the ‘ Christmas tree.’

A happy family here, we all hope to be be happy hereafter, through him whose glorious birth we are soon again to cele~ brate. But fora true wife's love how difs> ferent would have been the story !

One word of advice; young husbands who are tempted to leave your wives, don’t; young wives who are tempted to leave your husbands, dont. Marriage once contracted is sacred before God. Christ himself or- dainedi it, and the further from the path of right the wife or husband may stray, the greater will be his or her reward, who brings the wanderer back, For remember that it was for just such as I was thirty years ago, that he whose birthday we so joyiully celebrate, bledanddied- Remems ber that these lost ones are jewels which he covets, in the glorious setting of his crown there is a place reserved for each one of these. Think then what will be the reward of those who may be instrumental in placing in the glorious setting of the ‘Diadem of Heaven,’ jewel for which the King of Kings and Lord of Glory shed his blood.

TURKISH PROVERBS.

The English and Scotch language is rich in proverbs, but other nations have ample | lists. The Turk has his pithy sayings, of which many are similar to our own. We may here quote a few, which will show how pithy the Mahommedan can be:— _

A horse is his who mounts it, a sword his | who girds it on, a bridge his who passes | over it.

The horse and mule kick each other ; between them the donkey dies.

He sees a glow-worm and thinks ita conflagration.

The hungry man is not satisfied by looke | ing in the full moon’s face.

Fors man, what needs words of blame ? a look is enough.

A mans one who is faithful to his word.

A man becomes learned by asking ques- tions.

The hind-wheel of a carriage will pass where the fore-wheel has passed.

He gives grass to the lion, meat to the horse. He who gives little, gives from his heart; he who gives much from his wealth. The lining is more costly than the origi- nal material. (Lit., “ The face.’’) The eye of the master is the horse’s grooming. That man is to be feared God. The vein of shame in his forehead has burst. Would that his mother had given birth to astone instead.

One may not boast of father and mother. Talking with him is like playing with a snappish dog. (Lit., ‘a biter.‘ A distinguished house! his radish, his mother a turnip. His mother an onion, his father garlic himself comes out conserve of roses. You must stretch out your feet according to the size of your coverlet.

You have the meat, I'll take the bone. There is a remedy for all things but the appointed time to die. (The last five words one word Turkish).

It is no time to gossip with the dying. The courteous learns his courtesy from the discourteous.

If you are a man, show yourself.

A man dies, his name remains. The old Osmanlies have mounted the old time-horses and departed~ (A striking confession of nationa! degeneracy. )

Don't rummage among old straw. The donkey dies on the mountain, his loss comes home. Don’t let escape the opportunity of the present moment, it will not return. The scales you are hunting for are weigh» ing chestnuts at Brusa. The sheep that wanders from the flock the wolf seizes. If to speak be silver, to be silent is gold.

For a poet, even a rush may be vocal. It does not thunder till the lightning has struck, They say fame is acalamity —-take care! The sheikh’s miracles are those of his own telling.

Satan's friendship reaches us to the prison oor.

To the well man every day is a feast- day. Patience is bitter, but its end is yellow gold.

Patience is the key of paradise

Even the hen, when it drinks water, looks towards heaven.

A true word needs no oath.

The prayer of the stranger is accepted.

God makes the nest of the strange bird.

Usage is preferable to purism (a transla— tion of the sense, not literal.)

Profit is loss, brother.

The worthof good is not known but by the experience of evil.

The fish that escapes is a big one.

Women have long hair, but short intellect

You should believe one word in forty that a woman speaks:

He knows neither Moses nor Jesus—only

If a diamond be thrown into the mire it is a diamond still.

The owner has one house, the renter a thousand

who fears not

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The ‘naster of the house is the guest's servant.

He who has no rest at home is in the world’s hell.

He who does not beat his child will after- wards beat his own breast (same verb, transitive and reflexive. )

He that does good shall find good: he that does evil shall find evil.

Good for good is natural ; good for evil is manly.

Well-doing is the best capital.

Well-doing is not lost.

Good advice can be given; & good name

had chosen to end my wretched life, when |

One already wet does not fear the rain.

once seized forty years afterwards ’

Sweetmeats have been carried to priest's house! Well, what is that you?

A man doesn’t seek his luck its man.

You see aman: what do you what is in his heart ?

Man is harsher than iron, harder than stone, more delicate than a rose.

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Equity is half of religion. He wants work and then runs from work.

He became an infidel remaining between two mosques,

Two watermelons cannot be held under one arm.

Two captains sink the ship.

When two persons are conversing to- gether, don’t you make the third.

The beginning and finishing of this work remains,

I've shot my arrow and hung up my bow.

Like the cony2rsation of ducks, nothing but wah, wah, wah, wah. ,

He bites those before and kicks those behind

Those who are sorry for the orphans are many; there are none who give them bread.

A shameless face and endless gab.

Don’t awaken the sleeping lion.

Eat the fruit and don’t inquire about the tree.

A father gave his son a vineyard; the sen gave his father—not even a cluster of grapes.

The bird of prosperity has lodged on his head,

Content is an inexhaustible treasure

Any one can kill a bound foe.

The mouth is not sweetened by saying Honey, honey.

The fish comes to his senses after he gets into the net.

A man had better die than lose his good name,

A nightingale was put in a golden cage ; *O for my home,’ she said!

Be my enemy far from me,—he may live a thousand years.

To day’s egg is better than to-morrow’s hen.

One affliction is worth a thousand ex~ hortations.

The Sultan’s interdict lasts three days.

Me neither fears God nor knows Turkish.

Just like trusting a cat with a piece of liver !

To a lazy man every day is a holiday.

Don’t fall into the fire to be saved from the smoke.

Bagdad is not remote for a lover.

He that gives quickly gives trouble.

It is the cat and dog that go where they are not called.

Of lawful wealth Satan takes the half; of unlawful wealth, the whole and the owner too.

He who accomplishes his ends by deceit shall render up his soul with anguish.

A traitor is a coward.

He who has not learned to serve cannot command.

It is better to be sick than care for the sick.

Rejoice not in another’s sorrow.

If people praise you for virtue you do not possess, take care! be not proud, but sorry the rather.

He that conceals his grief finds no re~ medy for it.

If the judge be your accuser, may God be your helper!

Like carrying water to the sea.

The world is the infidel’s paradise.

But yesterday out of the egg ; to-day he despises the shell. The kick of a camel is soft, but stunning. Why is your neck crooked, was asked of the camel. What have I that is straight? he said.

The female bird builds the nest.

The tongue kills quicker than the sword. He steal’s money from the beggar’s dish. No road is long with good company.

If the time don’t suit you, suit yourseif to the time.

Beauty comes not by forcing.

Unless you wish to have your enemy to know your secret, tell it not to your friend. We eat and drink at your house, and laugh and play at mine!

His tongue has never had fever and ague.

Let me cook you an egg,— but the egg is at the vineyard and the vineyard is on the mountain; ‘obaghda, bagh da daghda.’

When one hits you with a stone, you hit him with a piece of cotton.

You don’t know the difference between alum and sugar.

A weapon is an enemy even to its owner. Peace is in holding one’s tongue.

Marry a girl who is your inferior; don’t give your daughter to a superior.

All earthly joys are less than the one joy o dting kindnessess. Some men never did a kindness in their life; they prefer to live in a mean environment of se.t. The selfsh man can never be really happy. He is always mo- rose and ‘discontented; and no one can be sorry for him.

If many professing Christians should speak out the things they really felt, instead of the smooth prayers which they do pray, they would say when they go home at night, “O Lord, I met a poor wretch of yours to-lay—a miserable unwashed brat—and I gave him sixpence, and I have been sorry for it ever since

Women of high intellectual endowment and much dignity of depoitment have the greatest diflicuty in marrying, and stand most in need ofa mother’s help. And this is not because they are themselves fastidious, for they are ofton as little so asany, but because men are not humble enough to wish to have their superiors for their wives.

The famous De Witt, one of the greatest statesmen of the age in which he lived, when asked by a friend how he was able to despatch the multitude of affairs with which he was engaged, replied, that his whole art consisted in doing one thing at once. “If,” says he, I have any necessary despatches to make 1 think of nothing else till they are finished: if any domestic aflairs require my attention, I give rayself up wholly to them till they are setin order.

Higher Epvucarion or Women: — Forty

years ago, in one of the academies near

Boston, a number of girls went along with a

set of their schoolboy friends in the entire

preparation for Harvard University. The

girls knew mathematics and Greek as well

as the boys did, and formed a plan for going

to the university with them. We cannot

say whether the plan grew out of a keen

zeal for knowledge, or out of an unwillings

ness to break off the very pleasant compan.

ionship; probably from both. The girls did

not think there could be much objections to admitting them to the university; they

thought the reason there were no girls at

the university was that none had wanted to

go, or had been fitted to go. They proposed

to live at home, so there would be no

difficulty on the score of college residence.

However, as their request was new, it occurred to them that a little diplomacy

might be required in presenting it, so they

deputed the most prudent of the parly todo the talking, and imposed strict silence upon

the youngest and most impulsive one, from whom we have the story. The girls called upon old President Quincy, told him what they had done in their studies, that they had passed the examination with the boys, and wished to be admitted to the university. President Quincy listened to their story, and evinced so much admiration for their work and aims, that they at first felt sure of success. Buthe seemed slow in coming to the point. He talked of the newness and difficulties of the scheme; and proposed other opportunities of study for them, till at length this youngest one, forgetting in her im- patience her promise to keep silent, said « Well, President Quincy, you feel sure the trustees will let us come don’t you ?” “ Oh, by no means ,” wa: the reply, “thisis a place only for men.” ‘ihe girl of sixteen burst into tears and exclaimed with vehemence, ‘‘ I wish 1 could annihilate the women, and let the man have everything to themselves.” This, so far as we know, was the first effort made by women to gei into an American university, but the ‘incident was too trifling to make any impression, and we narrate it only as marking the beginning of the demand for university advantages for women.— We Renew,

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An imaginary quantity—A lady's age

“Money is very tight,” said a thief who

| was trying to break open a bank vault

«Time cuts down all, both great and | small.’ How about the provision and gro- eery bills?

It is rather a ci is coincidence that the “ Virginius,” waiich was Commanded by Capt, Fry, sank on Frying Pan Shoals

Do not be above your business. He who turns up hig nose at work quarrels with

bread and butter.

Wispom or Sireneg.—Sagacious people know how to keep silence on subjects with which they are not acquainted, and they escape hard hits like the following:

Goodness of heart is man’s best treasure, his brightest honor, and his noblest acaui- sition. It is that ray of Divinity which dignifies humanity.

It is a comforter to Christians apart to | think that their prayers meet before a throne | of grace, and their persons will meet before | a throne of glory.

Nothing so humanizes the soul as sym pathy. Nothing so thoroughly proves the | man as his syimpathizing with and alleviat- ing the miseries of his fellow-creatures

Jones, being told that he looked. seedy,

and asked what business he was in, replied, |

“The hard wear businss—look at my ward-

robe.”

Let us help one another.---This little sen- tence should be written on every heart, and stamped on every memory, It should be

the golden rule, not only practised in every household, but throughout the world.

‘“ Good-by, you old scolding red-headed heathen,” wrote a Dubupue man to his wile the last thing before suiciding. she'd like to have got hold of him for about one York minut».

A young lady from Geoggetown came | the city tle other, day to have her picture taken. Whén? the artist showed “proof and asked her how she liked it, she

placidly réstarkéed that he “put too darned |

much mowth ou it to suil her.”

‘ Thomas,’ said a father to his son, ‘

let that girl make a fool of you. @ Look sharp. Remember the oll adage, that love is blind. ‘Oh, that adage won't wash, said Tom: ‘talk about love being blind ! Why, I see ten times as much in that girl as you do.’

A Precentor who had a bad cold occupied the «desk so badly, that the minister whis pered to him over the side of the pulpit, « What's the matter wi ye, Jolin?” John whispered back—** That there was an unco kittlin in the paup o’ his hass.” “A kittling do yecaw't? I! sounds to me like an auld

tam cal.”

Je frank with the world. Frankness is the child of honesty and courage. Say what you mean to do on every oceasion, and take it for granted that you mean to do just what

isright. If a friend ask you a favor, you should grant it,-if it is reasonable; if Wt is | not, tell him plainly why you cannot. You |

will wrong him and wrong yourself by equi- ! $ y ey vocation of any kind

A person is not worth much that bas not had troubles, You cannot subdue seltishness without a struggle. You .¢annot restrain pride without a conflict, You cann.! expect to go through life without bearing burdens. But you are going to have belp under cir-

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TEMPERANCE.

The nearest approach thou canst make to happiness on this side the grave, is to enjoy’ from Tkeaven health, wisdom, and peace of mind |

These blessings, if thou possessest, and | would preserve to old age, avoid the allure

| ments of Voluptuousness, and fly from her

temptations,

When she spreadeth her delica board, when her wine sparkleth in the cup, when she sthileth upon thee, and persuadeth

s on the

thee to be joyful and happy; then is the hour of danger, then let Reason stand firmly on her guard,

iou bearkenest unio the words of

f tl rsary,

For, her aids thou art deceived and betray-

| ed The joy which she pr

miseth, changed to

madness; and her enjayments lead on to diseases and death,

Look round her board, cast thine eyes upon her guesis, and observe those who have been allured by her smiles, who have listened to her temptations

| Are they not meagre? are they not sickly? | are they not spiritless ?

| ‘Their short hours of jollity and riot are fol- lowed by tedious “ays of pain and dejection; } she hath debauched amd palled their appes

tites, and they hbave now no relish for her } nicest dainties; her vatariés have become lher vielims; the jast and uatural conse- quence whieh God hath ordained, in the | constitution of things, for the puvishment of these who abuse his gifts.

gut who is she, that with gracefu! steps, }and with a lively air, trips over yonder | plain ? i; Fae » blusheth on her cheeks; the | sweelness of the morning breatheth from her | lips; joy, tempered with innocence and mod- jesty, sparkleth in her eyes; and from the | cheerfulness of her heart she siageth as she | walks | Her name is Health; ske is the daughter | of Exercise, who begot her oun Temperance: their sons inhabit the mountains thal stretch i over the northern regions of San Tan Hoe.

They are brave, active and lively; and | partake of aul the beauties and virtues of their | Sister, Vigour stringeth their nerves; strength | dwelleth in their bones; and labor is their

delight all the day long. Phe employment cf their father excite their

; appetites, and the repasts of their mother refresh them

To combat the pssions, is their delight ; to conquer evil habits, their glory.

Ph pleasures are moderate, and theres fore they endure; their repose is short, but sound and undisturbed

Their blood is pure; their minds are sérene; and the physician knoweth not the

way lo their habitations,

But safety dwelleth not with the sons of lien, neither is security found within their gates

Behold them exposed to new dangers from

wilhout, while a traitor within Jurketh to be- tray them

Their health, their strength, their beauty id activity, have raised desire in the bosom of Jaseivious Love

She standeth in her bowér, she courteth their regard, she spreadeth her temptations.

Her limbs are soft, her air is delicate, her

allire is loose; Wantonness speaketh in her eyes, and on her bosom sits Temptation : she bickone'h them with her finger; she wooeth

them with her looks, and by the smoothness of her tongue she endeavoureth to decieve. Ah!fly from her allurements; stop thine

cumstances that will redeem you from these things. Youare going to experience more | victories than defeats. Your suffering will! | only be here and there—little spots in a | whole field of peace and joy.

During the interview of some friends with Marshal Bazaine, the day after his convic~. tion, the name of M, Gambetta was pro- nounced. “ You must feel much hatred for that man,’’ said his interlocuter.

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| Bazaine,’ a hero, almost a god !

‘“« Hatred ?’’ he rejoined ; “why ? Does any one hate a child that tries to bite him? All thatcan be done is to pull his ears. Gambetta is a great child. On the whole,

owe him some gratitude: He once call-s led me a trator, but for three long month I was for him ‘ brave Bazaine,’ ‘the glorious You see, therefore, I am still his debtor.

A courtier of Alexander the Great paid a visit to the studio of Apelles, the celebrated painter, and was received. with the consider- ation due to his rank. This excited his vanity, and unhappily he talked about the art of painting, exposing his ignorance in a variety of questions and criticisms. Appel- les interrupted him at length in a low voice: *“Do you see those boys that are grinding my colors? While you were silent, they admired you, dazzled with the splendor of | the purple and gold with which your habit glitters; but ever since you began to talk about what you do not understand, they have done nothing but laugh at you.”

‘I have lost flesh,’ said a toper to his| companion, ‘No great loss, replied the |

other, ‘since you have made it up in spirits.’

‘How old are you?’ lately asked a SL. | Louis Justice of a bridal candidate. ‘ High- | teen,’ replied the girl, who looked five years | younger than that. ‘ In what year were you | born!’ continued the justiee. The girl} stammered, blushed, and guessed it wasin 1859. The hard-hearted official thereupon | refused to perform the eeremony, and she | went out counting gn her ‘lingers bow much | eighteen from 1873 leit, so as to be prepared for the next trial |

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Judicial Eloquence.—The following specis | men is given by a Kausas paper, of how a | Judge in that State admonishes the prison- | ers who are brought before him: ‘“ Brum- | ley, you infamous. scoundrel! -You are an | unredeemed yillian! You.hain’t a single | redeeming trait in your character. Your wife and family wish we had sent you to the penitentiary. This is the fifth time I have had you before me, and you have put me to more trouble than your neck is worth: I’ve exhorted and prayéd oyer you long enough, you scoundrel! Justgo homeand take one glimpse at your family, and be off in short order. Don’t let's ever hear of yoa again TheGrand Jury have found two other in- dictments against you, bet V1l discharge yeu on your recognizance; and if] ketch you in this neck of woods tomorrow morning at daylight I'll soek you right square in jail and bump you off to Jellersonville in less than no time, you infernal scoundrel! If I ever ketch you crossing your linger at.a man, woman, or child I'll sock you right square into the jug! Stand uj, you scoundrel, while I pass sentence on you.

NEW EDITION OF

The Baker rolls.

The Butcher shambles.

The Banker balances himself well.

The Cook has a mincing gait.

The Livery-stable Keeper has a ‘ musing gait.’

The Excursionist trips along.

The Fishmonger flounders on.

Tbe Poulterer waddles like a duck.

The Gardener does not allow the grass to grow under his feet.

The. Grocer treads gingerly.

The India-rubber Manufacturer elastic step.

The Rogue’ shuffles, and

The Doctor's pace is killing. —Punch’s Almanac.

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One mistake in principle is worse than a thousand errors in opinion.

Too many persons arefar less: ashamed of having done wreag than of being found out.

The duty of society to the poor in hard times—Employment first, and then benevo- lence

FRANCIS JEFFREY AND THE CaTEcHIsm.—It happened, one autumn, that the late Lord Jeffrey, after the rising of the Court of Ses- sion, came to svend the long vacation ia the parish of L Soon after his arrival the minister intimated from the pulpit that upon a certain day he would “hold a diet of catechizing ’ in the district, which included the dwelling of the eminent judge. True to his time, he appeared at Lord Jeffrey's house, and requested that the entire establishment might be collected. This was readily done, fer almost all Scotch clerqanes thougithe catechizing process has ome obsolete, still visit each house in the parish once a year, and collect the family to listen to a fireside lecture. But what was Lord Jef- frey’s consternation when, the entire house- hold being assembled in the drawing-room, the worthy minister said in a solemn voice, «* My Lord, ] always begin my examination with the head of the family, Will you tel! me, then, what is effectual calling?” Never was an Edinburgh reviewer more thoroughly nonplussed. After a pause, during which the servants looked on in horror (!),at the thought that a Judge should not know his catechism, his lordship recovered speech, and answered (he question in terms which | completely dumbfounded the minister ;— | “Why, Mr. Smith, a man may be said to discharge the duties of his calling effectually when he-performs them with ability and success. Fraser's Mayasine.;

ears to lier enchanting words. If thou meet- estthe languishing of her eves, if thou hear- est the softness of her voice, if she casteth

her arms about thee, she bindeth thee in | chains forever. Shame followeth, and disease, and want, and care, and repentance, Enfeebled by Dalliance, with Luxury pam-

pered, and softened by Sloth, strength shall forsake thy limbs, and health thy vonstitus

tion; thy days shall be few, and those in- glorious; thy griefs shall be many, yet meet Will no compassion.

{lope anp Fear.

Tae promises of Hope are sweeter than roses in the bud, and far more flattering to expectatio but the threatenings of Fear are a terror to the heart.

Nevertheless, let not Hope allure, nor Fear deter thee from doing that which is right; so shalt thou be prepare: to meet all events with an equal mind.

The terrors of death are no terrors to the good ; restrain thy hand from evil,§and thy son! shall have nothing to fear.

In all thy undertakings let a reasonable assurance animate thy endeavours; if thou despaireth of success, thou sha!t not succeed.

Terrify not thy soul with vain fears; neither let thy heart sink within thee from the phan- toms of imagination.

From fear proceedeth misfortune; but he that hopeth helpeth himself.

As the ostrich when pursued hideth his

| head, but forgetteth his body, so the fears of

a coward expose him to danger.

If thou believeth a thing impossible, thy despondency. shall mike it so; but he that preserveth shail overcome all difficulties.

A vain bope flattereth the heart of a fool ;

| but he thatis wise, pursueth it net.

in all thy desires let reason go be: re thee; and fix not thy hopes beyond the bonds of probability: so shall success attend thy under- takings, and thy heart shall not be vexed with dissapointment.

Joy anp Grikr.

Let not thy mirth be so extravagant as to intoxicate thy mind ; nor thy sorrow so heavy as to depress thy heart ;thix world affordeth no good so transporting, nor inliicteth no evil so severe, as should raise thee far above, or sink thee much beneath, the balance of mod- eration.

Lo! yonder standeth the house of joy ; itis painted on the outside, and looketh gay ; thou mayest know it by the noise of mirth andeyultation that issueth from it,

The mistress slandeth at the door, and calleth aloud to all that pass by; she singeth, and shouteth, and laugheth without ceasing,