THE PILOT.-JOHN B. GOUGH. John Maynard was well-known in the lake district as a God-fearing, honest, and intelligent man. He was pilot on a steamboat from Detroit to Buffalo. One summer afternoon-at that time those steamers seldom carried boats-smoke was seen ascending from below; and the captain called out, "Simpson, go below and see what the matter is down there." Simpson came up with his face as pale as ashes, and said, "Captain, the ship is on fire!" buckets of water were There were large quanand it was found useless Then "Fire! fire! fire!" on shipboard. All hands were called up; dashed on the fire, but in vain. tities of rosin and tar on board, to attempt to save the ship. The passengers rushed forward and inquired of the pilot, "How far are we from Buffalo?" "Seven miles." "How long before we can reach there?" "Three quarters of an hour, at our present rate of steam." "Is there any danger?" "Danger! Here, see the smoke bursting out!-go forward, if you would save your lives!" Passengers and crew-men, women, and children— crowded the forward part of the ship. John Maynard stood at the helm. The flames burst forth in a sheet of fire; clouds of smoke arose. The captain cried out through his trumpet, "John Maynard!" "Ay, ay, sir!" "Are you at the helm?" “Ay, ay, sir!" "How does she head?" "South-east by east, sir." "Head her south-east, and run her on shore," said the captain. Nearer, nearer, yet nearer, she approached the shore. Again the captain cried out, "John Maynard!” The response came feebly this time, "Ay, ay, sir!" "Can you hold on five minutes longer, John?” he said. "By God's help, I will!" The old man's hair was scorched from the scalp; one hand was disabled;-his knee upon the stanchion, his teeth set, his other hand upon the wheel, he stood firm as a rock. He beached the ship; every man, woman, and child was saved, as John Maynard dropped, and his spirit took its flight to God. A WELSH CLASSIC.-H. H. BALLARD, An unlettered clergyman wanting a place The town was uncultured, old-fashioned and plain; For this very reason they wished all the more, The divine about whom this odd story was told, For he thought, "We shall see how much shrewdness avails, If a few Welsh expressions I cautiously use, It may rival the Hebrew in pleasing the pews." On the critical day, with exceptional grace, With well-attuned voice, and well-controlled face, He read from the Bible a passage or two, And remarked, "My dear friends, this translation won't do. "To be sure 'tis correct, but if beauty you seek, "These words, as my hearers have noticed, of course, Have lost nearly all their original force; "In the Hebrew how clearly the thought flashes out," Overcome with remorse and foreseeing the shame Which none but a terrified parson could shape. He bravely confronted that dangerous smile, Till at length without showing the least agitation, |