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the groan of sorrow come not; where the ments of lofty towers, during the continucourted and the slighted, the high-minded ance of thunder storms; and similar elecand the base, the solitary and the man of trical phenomena have frequently appeared many friends, the envied and the despised, on the tips of the masts and yards of vesthe clown and the scholar, lie down toge- sels at sea, in the form of balls of fire, and ther and are forgotten. Like the autumn | lambent flames, greatly to the terror of suleaf and the flower of spring, like the perstitious seamen. fading rainbow and the mist of morning, These lights appeared to the seamen of like the dreams of night and the hopes of former times as mysterious apparitions of day, they pass away, and nothing can re restless spirits in the air, flitting from spar store them.

to spar, in pale phosphoric gleams, and

hovering about the tempest-tossed vessel ELECTRICAL PIENOMENA. during stormy nights. Many a legendary T HE earliest historical records trans- | tale has been repeated by shuddering sail

I mitted to us of the discoveries in elec- ors, during their nocturnal watches on the trical science, independently of its familiar deck, of ominous warnings of impending appearance in the form of lightning, are shipwrecks and deaths, that have been contained in the writings of the ancient forewarned by those imagined supernatural philosophers of Greece, about six hundred | agencies. years before the date of the Christian era. These electrical lights have not been conThe fact was first announced by one of fined to the level expanse of the ocean. them, that “if a piece of amber be rubbed, Innumerable cases are recorded where they sparks and flashes of light become percep

have appeared on the land. There are tible, and straws or feathers become at published accounts of travellers, who have tracted thereby."

seen the tips of their horses' ears, and It is probable that these same pheno every point of their equipments, and of the mena of sparks were familiarly known to twigs of bushes on the road-side, lighted the race of hunters, who first peopled the up by lambent flames, during the journeys earth, and clad themselves in the soft furs in dark and stormy nights. of the animals captured in the chase. The least friction of these furs during dry, frosty states of the atmosphere, whilst worn In a comedy of Aristophanes, called as garments, and the mere change of them “ The Clouds," there is a description of a from the warmth of the body to the cold fast young man, who, after having run his air, must then have excited electric action, father into heavy debts, had just been as they still continue to do, under similar learning from a sophist his “cheating locircumstances.

gic," in order that he might defraud his A recent traveller, Col. Emory, on cross creditors. He is characterized by his ing the range of the Rocky Mountains, in father as always desiring some new thing, an expedition in the service of the govern- and is pictured as wearing the genuine ment of the United States, noticed, that Attic look, and using the city's peculiar “at night, passing my arm over the surface phrase, “What have you to tell ?” This, of the fur robe in which I was enveloped, although written four centuries before the electric sparks were discharged in such Bible account, is an exact corroboration of quantities, as to make a very luminous ap- the character given to the Athenians, in pearance, and a noise like the rattle of a the twenty-first verse of the seventeenth

chapter of Acts: "For all the Athenians Ancient writers have recorded the ap- and strangers which were there, spent pearance of lambent flames on the tips of their time in nothing else, but either to the spears borne by sentinels on the battle- tell, or to hear some new thing."


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near the flood-gate. Soon after they were

gone, he followed them to see that they were OPTOME, mother, please to tell us a story safe. When he got there, he found Robert U to-night,” said Jane to her mother, as sliding

sliding in the very place he had told him they were seated around the fire of a cold

not to go. This was disobedience outright. winter evening.

George was walking sullenly by the side of “ Yes, a story, a story," the other children the pond, not so much as sliding at all, becried ; and Mrs. Rollinson smiled as she said

cause he had been forbidden to venture on that they had called on her so suddenly she

the dangerous part. This was sullen obewas afraid she could think of nothing to telldience : which is, in reality, no obedience at them.

all, because it comes not from the heart. But “O yes you can, mother; you can always Alfred was cheerfully enjoying himself in a remember something good,” was the ready capital long slide, upon a safe part of the answer of Jane; and Mrs. Rollinson said she pond. This was true obedience. Suddenly, would tell them an anecdote if Jane would the ice broke where Robert was sliding : he repeat a piece of poetry.

immediately went under water, and it was “Agreed,” said Jane, " for I have learned

with difficulty that his life was saved. The a piece in the magazine that father brought gentleman concluded that Alfred was a lad home last week. I am ready.”

of integrity, but that his two brothers were Mrs. Rollinson mused a few moments, and not to be trusted. Obedience secured him then said she would relate a fact which she happiness, and the confidence of the kind had been reading.

gentleman with whom he was staying; while “Three boys, Robert, George, and Alfred, the others deprived themselves of enjoyment, went to spend a week with a gentleman, who lost the gentleman's confidence, and one of took them to be agreeable, well-behaved boys. them nearly lost his life ; and yet, to slide on There was a great pond near his house, with the dangerous part of the pond would have a flood-gate, where the water ran out. It was added nothing to their enjoyment. They decold weather, and the pond was frozen over; sired it from mere willfulnes, because it was but the gentleman knew that the ice was very forbidden. This disposition indulged, will thin near the flood-gate. The first morning always lead boys into difficulty; and if they after they came he told them they might go cherish it while boys, it will go with them and slide on the pond, if they would not go through life.”

"What do you think of that?" asked Mrs.

MUTUAL ASSISTANCE. Rollinson as she concluded.

A man very lame

Was a little to blame, Jane said, “It seems to me that these boys

To stray far from his humble abode; were not the sons of the gentleman at whose

Hot, thirsty, bemired, house they were visiting, and they were not

And heartily tired, obliged to mind him."

He laid himself down in the road. Mrs. Rollinson was not a little surprised

While thus he reclined, that Jane should make a remark of that sort,

A man who was blind, and she replied, "If I allow you to go and

Came by, and entreated his aid;

“Deprived of my sight, spend an afternoon or a week with a friend, I

Unassisted, to-night expect you to regard that friend as standing I shall not reach home, I'm afraid." in the place of your parent for the time. So

"Intelligence give when you are at school, the teacher takes the

of the place where you live," place of your parent; and you should show Said the cripple, "perhaps I may know it; your friends and teachers that you regard

In my road it may be,

And if you'll carry me, them as such. And now, my dear, if you

It will give me much pleasure to show it. please, we will hear your poetry.” Jane said it was about a pond and a brook,

Great strength you have got,

Which, alas! I have not, and would do very well to come after the

In my legs so fatigued every nerve is ; story her mother had just been telling.

For the use of your back,

For the eyes which you lack,

My pair shall be much at your service."
“ Neighbor Brook," said the Pond, one day,

Said the other poor man, “Why do you flow so fast away?

++ What an excellent plan!
Sultry June is hastening on,

Pray, get on my shoulders, good brother;
And then your water will all be gone."

I see all mankind,

If they are but inclined,
“Nay, my friend," the Brook replied,

May constantly help one another."
“Do not thus my conduct chide;
Shall I rather hoard than give ?

The children laughed heartily at this, and
Better die than useless live."

asked their mother if she could remember

anything else like it. Mrs. Rollinson said Summer came, and blazing June Dried the selfish Pond full soon,

that she would repeat one more that was not Not a single trace was seen

like the last, but she thought it much better. Where it had so lately been.

“O let us hear it, please, mother!"

Mrs. Rollinson complied.
But the Brook with vigor flowed
Swift along its pebbly road,

" That is the way, my dear children, to And the fragrant flowers around

make other people love you: love them, if Loved to hear its happy sound.

you wish to be loved. Dr. Doddridge, one

day, asked his little girl why it was that - Very well repeated, and a very pretty every body loved her. "I know not,' she refable in verse," said Mrs. Rollinson; “but plied, unless it be that I love every body.' what is the instruction ?

This is the true secret of being loved. He “I suppose it means," Jane replied, " that that hath friends,' says Solomon, 'must show those who keep all they get, like the pond, himself friendly.' Love begets love. If you will dry up; while those who are free and love others, they cannot help loving you. So, giving, like the brook, will always be happy then, do not put on a scowl, and fretfully in doing good."

complain that nobody loves you, or that such “Happy in making others happy,” Mrs. or such a one does not like you. If nobody Rollinson said, “and so we can all make loves you, it is your own fault. Either you pleasure for ourselves, if we will. I will re- do not make yourself lovely by a sweet, winpeat a story in jingling rhymes, on helping ning temper, and kind, winning ways, or you each other.

do not love those of whom you complain.”

THE STORY OF A LITTLE LIFE. I express her love for him. And when he did ONE cold, still February day a child was come, at the very first sound of his latch-key, U born. They called her Clara, because

she would bound away, and what haste her there was an angel in heaven who had worn

father had to make up stairs, for fear his little that name, and whom the mother prayed

| one would fall in her eagerness to meet him! might be the young child's guardian angel. Then she would ride laughing in his arms, The little one grew daily more lovely in the putting her happy face down on his neck. eyes of all who saw her. She was so gentle

When the warm weather came the family and sweet that it was a great happiness to be

went into the country, and here the little ones near her. She had a rosy mouth, and when

were as happy as birds the whole day long. she was grieved her lip would quiver so beau

Sometimes their mamma would go out into tifully that it would bring tears to other eyes

the orchard with them, and sit down under than hers. By-and-by she began to play with

the trees while they played about her among little Alice, and when the autumn came she

the clover blossoms, and made hay in tiny could step cunningly in her tiny red shoes,

stacks, or chased the chickens. Sometimes and even walked across the carpet, if her they would go-grandma, papa, and all-away little sister led her. Then two or three white

| for a ramble in the fields, and then little Clara teeth shone between the smiling lips, and she

was carried in her father's arms; and whenlearned to call “Mamma" and " Papa." She ever they came to a fence she always would filled the house with sunshine by her lovely | be put down and creep under, like Alice. face, and wise old-fashioned ways.

There was a pleasant grove near by, where The winter and spring passed away like the

they would stay for hours sitting under the fabled time of fairy-land. The baby was

trees, while the little ones made miniature daily learning something either to say or to houses and gardens. do, and the two little sisters played so mer

The quiet summer flew away, and they rily and slept so quietly together, that their

came back to the noisy town. The mother's mother would often say there was never an

heart was heavy with a shadow of coming other family so blessed and happy.

evil when she turned her back on the pleaAlthough little Clara was often sick, she sant, flowery country, where the hours had was seldom fretful. When she grew older, sung themselves away, full of children's she often went to ride with her mamma and happy voices. There were a few quiet days sister, and sometimes they were obliged to after their return, when the darling baby wait for the carriage, but the baby was never could play about her, and climb up to kiss ont of humor with the delay, and was never her; but one Sabbath morning, long before unwilling to obey her mamma. She was al- the daybreak, the mother was awakened by a ways ready to give up anything ever so plea | little weak voice calling “Mamma, mamma." sant, if it was forbidden, and would soon be Sbe found her darling standing by her bed, very happy and busy about something else. with her tender hands and feet of an icy coldWhenever she was reproved she would come ness. There was no more sleep in the house close to her mamma and put up her little for that night. Troubled hearts and tearful quivering lips for a pardoning kiss, and then eyes watched her; and sleepless nights and hide her little tearful face in the loving bosom | anxious days went wearily by. It was heartalways ready to receive it. Beautiful, loving breaking to watch by the little sufferer. pet names were lavished upon her. Hours Never had she seemed half so lovely in her before the time for her father's return home, life and health as now, when they saw her her little feet would patter across the carpets, gently and quietly putting aside, one by one, and she would stand on tiptoe on the thresh- the toys her sister tried to tempt her with, hold of the nursery, and call “Papa, papa; and the food her mother offered her. She where's papa ?" Her toys would all be laid | only wished to lie still. aside, and her time divided between watch! At last, after some weeks, they thought she ing for him at the window, calling him at the was a little better. She turned over the leaves door, and sitting in mamma's lap, trying to l of a picture-book one day while she lay in her mamma's arms, and held her china-mug in there is beauty all around her; and an unher weak hands while she traced the shapes seen angel watches over the place, and shall of the painted flowers on it with her delicate watch until the resurrection, when the dead finger. She watched Alice about her plays, shall be raised, and shall never die.-L.M. P. too, with some interest. But the resting time was of short duration. That night neither

LOVE YOUR ENEMIES. she nor her mamma slept. The child lay all I M R. PHILLIPPO, in his " Jamaica "relates night with her face on her mother's bosom. M the following striking anecdote as an

Once she called “Papa! papa !” but the accurate description of the spirit and conduct sweet voice was so changed and full of pain of the generality of negro Christians. it was agony to hear it, and her mother gently "A slave in one of the islands of the West hushed her.

Indies, originally from Africa, having been The next day the mother, who could not

brought under the influence of religious inbear to believe her darling was so much

struction, became singularly valuable to his worse, put a little ivory rattle into her weak owner, on account of his integrity and general tiny hand, which dropped under the weight good conduct; so much so that his master of the toy to her lap. “Ah !” said she sadly, raised him to a situation of some importance "my poor baby cannot even lift it.” The

in the management of his estate. This owner, darling looked up a moment into the sorrow on one occasion, wishing to purchase twenty ful eyes bent upon her, and then, with appa additional slaves, employed him to make the rent effort, she raised it and shook it once, selection, giving him instructions to choose and then it dropped from her feeble grasp - those who were strong and likely to make for ever! She had done with toys and with good workmen. The man went to the slavelife.

market and commenced his search. He had That evening the father came home to a not long surveyed the multitude offered for sad and fearful house. All through that sale, before he fixed his eye intently upon an night of agony the parents watched together, old and decrepit slave, and told his master alternately carrying the dying lamb in their that he must be one. The master seemed bosoms, without being able to soothe or re- greatly surprised, and remonstrated against lieve her distress; and when midnight had it; the poor fellow begged that he might be passed, they put her in grandmother's arms indulged, when the dealer remarked, that if and sat down to wait.

they were about to buy twenty, he would The mother, on her knees beside the dying give them the old man into the barguin. The baby, pressed her own cheek against the little purchase was accordingly made, and the slaves tender one, that had rested for a joyful year were conducted to the plantation of their new and a half upon her bosom, and gave her master; but upon none did the selector beback, as well as she was able, to God; while stow half the attention he did upon the poor, the little weak fingers grasped one of her own old, decrepit African. He took him to his close and lovingly. There was a little time own habitation, and laid him upon his own of quiet, broken only by the labored breath | bed; he fed him at his own table, and gave ing; and then she laid her head on the kind him drink out of his own cup; when he was arm that supported her, and fell asleep! cold he carried him into the sunshine, and

Never more will the little blue eyes unclose when he was hot be placed him under the - never more the little sweet lips be opened shade of the cocoa-nut trees. Astonished at - never more the little arms be folded round the attention this confidential slave bestowed the mother's neck. What will the poor mo- upon a fellow-slave, his master interrogated ther do without her child? Ah, she must go bim upon the subject. He said, You could to the gentle Shepherd who holds her lamb innot take so intense an interest in the old man, his bosom!

but for some special reason; he is a relation It was on a fair Sabbath day when the baby of yours, perhaps your father ? —No, massa,' was laid in a little grave in Greenwood. answered the poor fellow, 'he no my fader.' There are flowers planted above her, and 'He is, then, an elder brother?" "No, massa,

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