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and thirst, or that to sustain life, they would be obliged to eat each other's bodies as soon as life had departed. However, as long as they had strength, they knew it was their duty to wait and watch patiently, and trust to that Good Being who had twice so signally saved them from the jaws of the monster of the deep, the day previous. Their only hope was in trying to reach a rainy latitude, that, from the rains that might fall, they could sustain life.

With this hope they directed their course northwardly, and on the 22nd of August, at about five o'clock, P.M., they had the indescribable joy of discerning a ship in the distance. They made a signal, and were soon answered, and in a short time they were reached by the good ship "Nantucket," of Nantucket, Mass., Capt. Gibbs, who took them all on board, clothed and fed them, and extended to them, in every way, the greatest hospitality.

On the succeeding day, Capt. Gibbs went to the wreck of the ill-fated "Ann Alexander," for the purpose of trying to procure something from her, but as the sea was rough, and the attempt considered dangerous, he abandoned the project. The "Nantucket" then set sail for Paita, where she arrived on the 15th of September, and where she landed Capt. Deblois and his men. Capt. Deblois was kindly and hospitably received and entertained at Paita by Capt. Bathurst, an English gentleman residing there, and subsequently took passage on board the schooner" Providence," Capt. Starbuck, for this port, arriving here on Sunday last, the 12th inst.

One thing cannot fail to impress the mind on perusing this narrative, and that is, the amazing power of these monsters of the great deep! And yet how feeble the united power of a shoal of one thousand of them, in comparison of His who made them. Before GOD they are absolutely as nothing. What is a single man, then? what am I, what are you? what shall we do if He take hold of us? It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. If, in that day which is coming, we are found impenitent for the great wrongs we have done to Him, then he must and will punish. Now let us, at once, and whilst we may, be sorry for our follies and our faults, and fly to Jesus Christ, who alone can save us from the wrath to come; for sheltered by Him we are safe.

"Jesus! lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour! hide me, till the storm of life be past:
Safe into the haven guide me : O receive my soul at last!"

POETRY.

Poetry.

A SONG OF FAITH.

"I will trust and not be afraid."

Tune-Portugal New.

WHEN sorrows oppress me, and troubles assail,
Why should they distress me, why should they prevail?
These doubts and these fears I'll cast them aside,

Through this valley of tears I have a sure guide.

I've a good hope through grace, in Jehovah's dear Son;
I'll endeavour to trace the great wonders he's done;
From his heavenly throne, in the mansions above,
He came to make known his Father's great love.

To seek and to save the wretched and lost,
His life he once gave, not counting the cost;
His blood did atone, as he hung on the tree,
For sins not his own, but for rebels like me.
Then I'll not repine, though afflictions o'ertake,
Since Jesus is mine, who will never forsake,
Nor suffer my spirit to sink in despair;
I'll cling to his merit, and rest my soul there.
Till arrived at the end of my earthly career,
With Christ as my friend I have nothing to fear;
With my dying breath, I will shout forth his praise
Through the valley of death, illumed by his rays.
Then borne by his angels to that blest abode,
By him to inherit a building of God,
And never, no never, know sorrow or care,
For ever and ever his glory to share!

POWER OF FAITH.

ART thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on thy everlasting word,

That word which built the earth and sky?

If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives:
Here let me build and rest secure.

Here let my faith unshaken dwell;
Immoveable the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth or hell
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.

J. L. H.

ANECDOTES AND SELECTIONS.

Anecdotes and Selections.

THE GLAD VILLAGERS.-I recollect, says Sir John Herschell, an anecdote told me by a late highly respectable inhabitant of Windsor as a fact which he could personally testify, having occured in a village where he resided several years, and where he actually was at the time it took place. The blacksmith of the village had got hold of Richardson's "Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded," and used to read it aloud in the long summer evenings, seated on his anvil, and never failed to have a large and attentive audience. It is a pretty long-winded book, but their patience was fully a match for the author's prolixity, and they fairly listened to it all. At length, when the happy hour of fortune arrived, which brings the hero and heroine together, and sets them living long and happily according to the most approved rules, the villagers were so delighted as to raise a great shout, and, procuring the church keys, actually set the parish bells ringing!

AN INFIDEL AFFECTED FOR ONCE.-A mechanic in London, who rented a room near the Orphan Working School, was unhappily a determined infidel, and one who could confound many with his sophistical reasonings on religion. He one day, however, said to another man, "I did this morning what I have not done for a long time before-I wept." "Wept!" said his friend, what occasioned you to weep?" Why," replied the infidel, "I wept on seeing the children of the Orphan Working School pass; and it occurred to me, that if religion had done nothing more for mankind, it had at least provided for the introduction of these ninety-four orphans into respectable and honourable situations in life."

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A "FAST" SCHOLAR.-"How many Gods are there ?" said a papist missionary to a young heathen convert. 'None," replied the youth. "None! what do you mean ?" "I mean," said the raw papist, "that there is no God, for you told me that there was only one, and I ate him yesterday."

POWER OF MONEY.-Many talk of poverty, but Jesus was poor. In ordinary cases he was sustained by working with his hands; during his missionary life, by alms; in extraordinary cases, by miracles. When he came to die, he had no personal property or landed estate to leave. All he had to bequeath was his wearing apparel, and even this never came to his mother; "They parted his raiment among them, and for his vesture did they cast lots." What becomes, then, of riches? Are we such fools as to fall down and worship this idol of general adoration? Does money produce, does it imply worth? "Silver and gold have I none," said Peter; so then a man may be an apostle and moneyless. "Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man hath not

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where to lay his head;" why, then, a being may be "the brightness of the Father's glory, and the express image of his person," and be destitute! But, alas! all this will not keep others from thinking money the summit of all excellency. Oh money!-money can add charms to ugliness; money can transform wrinkles into youth; money can fill brainless heads with wisdom, and render nonsense oracular; money can turn meanness into virtue, and falling like snow, can cover a dung-hill, and give it the appearance of whiteness and innocency!

THE SOUL. The soul is immaterial; it is a heavenly spark, lighted by the breath of God. The body is but the cabinet, the soul is the jewel. The essence of the soul is eternal; it is a blossom of eternity. The soul in value doth out-balance the world; it is a bright mirror, in which are reflected something of the image of God, and much of the wisdom of God: how highly did Christ value it when he gave himself to buy it! The soul is a jewel so valuable, that its loss would be irreparable. The soul is the richest piece of embroidery ever made by God: the understanding bespangled with light, the will invested with liberty, the affections, like a harp, tuned by the Holy Ghost. The soul is a sparkling diamond, set in a ring of clay.

FOR EVER!-The end of this mortal life, is the beginning of one which will have no end; but few, alas! seriously reflect how long this future life will last. How seldom do we weigh the importance of the word-EVER?-It is a little word, and soon passes the lips; but the largest capacity cannot fully comprehend its meaning. Compare it with a thousand or with ten thousand, or with ten times ten hundred thousand years, and you will find the longest period you can imagine, to be so greatly exceeded by it, as to be absolutely no part of it at all. A grain of sand is a part of the earth, a drop of water is a part of the ocean; but the greatest number of years is no part of eternity.

THE GREAT CHANGE.-We shall ardently wish to exchange worlds, when we know that we shall go from labour to rest-from error to truth-from tears to full assurance of love-from slavery and oppression, to liberty and dominion-from conflict to victory -from exile to a father's house-from a wilderness to a glorious city-and from dust and ashes, to a throne of glory.

A RICH LEGACY.-Christ has bequeathed the richest legacy to his people that mortals can enjoy. The favour of God, the sanctifying spirit, a new heart, peace of conscience, and joy unspeakable, grace here, and eternal glory hereafter. The testator having died, the testament is of force, and stands for ever firm and sure.

"Sweet is the memory of his name,

Who blest us in his will,

And to his testament of love

Made his own life the seal."

THE FIRESIDE.

The Fireside.

ANOTHER CURIOUS OLD RECIPE.

How to Cook a Wife.-In the Pioneer for last Nov., there is "a curious old recipe" for "cooking a husband." Some of your female readers think it nothing but right that another should be given— how to cook a wife. To meet their wishes, but unknown to them, I venture to forward you the enclosed, if you think it worth a place in the Pioneer.

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Some may first ask, Is she worthy of being cooked? for there are some creatures which the best French cooks can never make eatable. A wise man once said, it is not every man that finds a woman that finds a wife; Solomon says, I whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing." But it is not likely that she will ever be very tender and good if the husband treats her as some domestic slave whom he keeps to work in the kitchen, and minister to his comfort only. If he spends his evenings at the tap-room, and is from home at unseasonable hours; if he treats her with icy coldness, and drives her from his presence with a frown; if he allow clouds to sit on his brow, lightnings to flash from his eye, and thunder to roll from his tongue; if he pickle her in the vinegar of sourness, and serve her up with sauce compounded of snarling and bitterness, she is never likely to make either a tender or pleasant dish. But if cooked thus-If he greet her with a smile when he comes in and goes out; if he keep by him, for his own use, a bottle of deep and lasting fidelity, which ever and anon he warms afresh on an unremitting fire of conjugal affection, corking it down again with industry, economy, and sympathy, he may then expect to see the good effects on his wife, who will serve up a table of contentment with dishes of gentleness and kindness, seasoned with patience, good humour, and thankfulness; and give him too a little dessert of apples of cheerfulness, nuts of pleasantness, strawberries of good sense, and grapes of rich love. A wife thus cooked will make an excellent dish, which will never grow stale, but every day become richer and more delicious. Now, try this recipe, and see how tender and loving a wife is when thus cooked. S. J.

We have a word of our own to add to these little sallies of wit, which are all very well in their way, as they will attract attention. But the secret of all real love and peace between husband and wife is, personal piety in both of them. Let there be the fear of God in the heart, and let the Word of God be read at least every morning at breakfast time, with prayer for divine favour and guidance, and we have no fear but all will go on lovingly. Little jars there may be now and then, but this is the best way to hush them into silence.