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And who was he, who possessed sufficient nerve and presence of mind to quote this striking passage of holy writ when on the very brink of eternity-conscious, as he must have been, that there was hardly a shadow of hope that he would escape the fate which actually befel him almost immediately afterwards? He was a poor sailor-lad of seventeen, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. A letter from her was also found in his berth. His body was cast ashore at Morwenstow.

The wreck of the Hero occurred about a year prior to that of the Caledonia of Arbroath, before mentioned. One man was saved from the latter vessel, and was the only mourner who attended the funeral sermon preached by the vicar of Morwenstow after the interment of his messmates. On this occasion, the vicar took for his text the verses quoted by the sailor-boy, and every hearer wept.

We might go on with the reminiscences suggested by many

grave :

but we have said enough to indicate what romantic and pathetic histories of real life are interwoven with this wild and solitary Cornish churchyard. Many a gallant mariner, who battled with the breeze of every clime, here calmly sleeps his last long watch ; and with him are buried who shall say what hopes and loves of mourning friends, and kindreds ? Chambers' Journal.

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A lean, awkward boy came one morning to the door of the principal of a celebrated school, and asked to see him. The servant eyed his mean clothes, and, thinking he looked more like a beggar than anything else, told him to go around to the kitchen. The boy did as he was bidden, and soon appeared at the back door.

" I should like to see Mr.

“You want a breakfast, more like,” said the servant, "and I can give you that without troubling him.” Thank

you,” said the boy, “I have no objections to a bit

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Some old clothes, maybe you want,” remarked the servant, again eyeing the boy's patched trowsers. “I guess he has none to spare, he gives away a sight;" and without at all minding the boy's request, she went away about her work.

“Can I see Mr. __?” again asked the boy, after eating his bread and butter.

“Well he's in the library; if he must be disturbed, he must; but he does like to be alone sometimes," said the girl, in a peevish tone. She seemed to think it very

foolish to admit such an ill-looking fellow into her master's presence ; however, she wiped her hands, and bade him follow her. Opening the library door she said, 6 Here's somebody, sir, who is dreadful anxious to see you, and so I let him in."

I do not know how the boy introduced himself, or how he opened his business, but I know that after talking awhile, the Principal put aside the volume which he was studying, and took up some Greek books and began to examine the new comer. The examination lasted some time. Every question which the Principal asked, the boy answered as readily as could be.

“Upon my word,” exclaimed the Principal,“you certainly do well !” looking at the boy from head to foot over his spectacles. “Why, my boy, where did you pick up so much ?"

In my spare moments,” answered the boy. Here he was, poor, hard-working, with but few opportunities for schooling, and yet almost fitted for college, by simply improving his spare moments. Truly, are not spare moments the “gold dust” of time? How precious they should be!-What, account can you give of your spare moments? Look and see. This boy could tell you much can be laid up by wisely improving them; and there are many, many other boys, I am afraid, in the jail, in the house of correction, in the forecastle of a whaleship, in the gambling-house, or in the tippling shop, who, if you could

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ask them when they began their sinful courses, might answer, In

my spare moments.“In my spare moments I gambled for marbles.” “In my spare moments I began to smoke and drink.” “ It was in my spare moments that I first began to steal chestnuts from the old woman's stand.” “It was in my spare moments that I gathered with wicked associates."

O be very, very careful, how you spend your spare moments! Temptation always hunts you out in small seasons like these, when you are not busy; he gets into your hearts, if he possibly can, in just such gaps.

There he hides himself, planning all sorts of mischief. Take care of your spare moments.

THE LAST WILL. An Irish boy going one day to Bible school, met a Popish priest who was not so averse to the Scriptures as most of his brethren are. This priest asked the boy what book it was which he carried under his arm? " It is a will, sir," said the boy. " What will ?” rejoined the priest.

“The last will and testament that Jesus Christ left to me, and to all who desire to claim a title to the property therein bequeathed !" replied the boy.

"What did Christ leave you in that will ?”
“A kingdom, sir."
" Where does that kingdom lie?"
" It is the kingdom of heaven,

sir." " And do you expect to reign as a king there ?” “Yes, sir, as joint-heir with Christ.” "And will not every person get there as well as you ?" "No, sir ; none can get there but those that claim their title to that kingdom on the ground of this will."

The priest asked several other questions, to which the boy gave such satisfactory answers as quite astonished him. "Indeed,” said he, "you are a good little boy, take care of the book wherein God gives you such precious promises ;


believe what he has said, and you will be happy here and hereafter.” But when you read the Word of God remember that you can not understand the wondrous things it contains of God's law, until. your eyes are opened by the Spirit of God. You must pray to God for his Spirit to enlighten you in the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ. You remember that when Hagar and her son Ishmael were cast out from the house of Abraham, the child was ready to perish for thirst, and that although there was a well of water near at hand, she knew not of it until the Lord sent his angel to point it out to her. Therefore you must wait upon God for his Spirit.


GO TO HEAVEN. “Heaven is far off, I am afraid I shall never get there," said a little boy, looking wistfully up to the sky.

“Heaven must first come to you,” said his mother. The child wondered much at his mother's words. “It is the society and the presence of our Heavenly Father, and of his dear Son, our Saviour, which makes heaven," spoke the mother. “And these holy visitors can come and dwell in our hearts while we are in this world; for what did the Lord Jesus say? If a man love me, he will keep my words, and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him. So that heaven must come to us before we can go to heaven.”

If we were told that some famous person would visit us, if we heard that a mighty king would undertake a long journey for the purpose of coming to see us, how anxious should we be, what preparations should we make! God does not say that an angel will come and abide with us; though some people think they should be very safe with guardian angels to attend them; but a greater than angels promises and offers to come, even our God and Saviour: “ We will come and take our abode with him.” How kind, how condescending is this! How privileged are we, poor, weak, and sinful as we are! What more can we ask? Whom else can we desire ? In such society is love and peace, and joy and safety. No discord, no sin is there. This surely is heaven. Oh, yes; it is heaven begun below. It is heaven come to us.

Will not children receive these heavenly visitors ? for they will come to you, the smallest and feeblest of the household. Only mark how to receive them, that is all; and Jesus tells you the way when he says, “If any one love me, he will keep my words, and my Father will love him; and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him.” Oh, let us above all things see to it that we love Jesus and mind his word.


“I WISH, I wish, I wish !cried a little girl. “I wish so much. I wish I had curly hair; I wish I had a pony; I wish I had as much money as I wanted. I wish–I wish!” Then turning to her cousin, who sat quietly sewing patchwork: “Now, what would you wish for first, Emily, just suppose wishes could come to pass ? think, now; suppose wishes could come to pass, what would your's be ?”

Emily turned up her sweet serious face, and answered, "A clean heart.” Oh, what a wish was that! “A clean heart”-A heart renewed by the Holy Spirit A friendly, obedient, grateful heart-A heart fearing God, full of tenderness, meekness, and love. What a precious wish was Emily's; and the best of it all is, that while curly hair, or ponies, or money, or any of this class of wishes, may be quite beyond your grasp, Emily's wish, which is ten thousand times more valuable, is within your reach : you may have it, Emily can have it, and all children who truly wish for it

may become the happy possessors of a “clean heart.” Our gracious Lord can alone bestow this gift; and he does it, if we trust in him and seek his mercy. “Ask, and ye shall receive.” How encouraging is this! Will not Emily | take courage, and try to get her wish ? Are there not

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