and could speak with fluency several different languages. In time he rose to eminence, and was much respected for his talents and knowledge. He is said to have visited, as a public minister, several countries, in which he formerly wandered as a gypsy.

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THE COTTAGE DOOR

"Sweet Ellen More," said I, "come forth Beneath the sunny sky;

Why stand you musing all alone,

With such an anxious eye? What is it, child, that aileth you?"

And thus she made reply:

"The fields are green, the skies are bright, The leaves are on the tree,

And among the sweet flowers of the thyme Far flies the honey-bee;

And the lark hath sung since morning prime, And merrily singeth he.

"Yet not for this shall I go forth

On the open hills to play; There's not a bird that singeth now Would tempt me hence to stray; I would not leave our cottage door For a thousand flowers to-day!"

"And why?" said I; "what is there here
Beside your cottage door,
To make a merry girl like you

Thus idly stand to pore?
There is a mystery in this thing-

Now tell me, Ellen More?"

The fair girl looked into my face,
With her dark and serious eye:
Silently awhile she looked,

Then heaved a quiet sigh;
And, with a half-reluctant will,
Again she made reply:

"Three years ago, unknown to us, When the nuts were on the tree, Even in the pleasant harvest-time, My brother went to sea; Without a word to sea he went,

And a sorrowful house were we.

"That winter was a weary time,

A long, dark time of wo; For we knew not in what ship he sailed, And we sought in vain to know; And night and day the loud, loud wind Seemed evermore to blow.

"My mother lay upon her bed,

And her heavy heart was tossed
With dismal thoughts of storm and wreck
Upon some savage coast;

But morn and eve we prayed to God
That he might not be lost.

"And when the pleasant spring came on,
And again the fields were green,

He sent a letter full of news

Of the wonders he had seen; Praying us to think him loving still, As he had ever been.

"The tidings that came next were from A sailor old and gray,

Who saw his ship at anchor lie

In the harbor of Bombay;
But he said my brother pined for home,
And wished he were away.

"Again he wrote a letter long,

Without a word of gloom;
And soon, and very soon, he said,
He should again come home :-
I watched as now, beside the door,
And yet he did not come !

"I watched and watched, but knew not then It would be all in vain;

For very sick he lay the while

In a hospital in Spain.
Ah, me! I fear my brother dear

Will ne'er come home again!

'And now I watch-for we have heard That he is on his way,

And the letter said, in very truth,

He would be here to-day.

Oh! there's not a bird that singeth now
Would tempt me hence away!"

That self-same eve I wandered down
Unto the busy strand,

Just as a little boat came in

With people to the land,

And among them was a sailor boy,
Who leaped upon the sand.

I knew him by his dark blue eyes,
And by his features fair;
And on the shore he gaily sang

A simple Scottish air—

"There's no place like our own dear home To be met with any where!"

Remember, child remember,
To pray to him in heaven;
And if you have done wrong,
Oh ask to be forgiven.

Be sorry, in your little prayer,
And whisper in his ear;
Ask his forgiveness and his love
And he will surely hear :

Yes, he will hear thee and forgive
Like a father, good and kind;

So remember child remember,
That you love with all your mind—

The God who lives in Heaven

And gives us each delight,
Who guards us all the day,

And saves us in the night.

THINGS TO REMEMBER.
Remember, child remember,
That God is in the sky,
That he looks on all we do,
With an ever wakeful eye.
Remember, oh remember,
That all the day and night,
He sees our thoughts and actions,
With his ever watchful sight.

Remember, child remember,
That God is good and true,
That he wishes we should be
Like himself in all we do!

Remember that he hates, A falsehood or a lie, Remember he will punish The wicked by and by.

Remember, oh remember,
That he is like a friend,
And he wishes us to be,
Good, and happy in the end.

EFFECTS OF SUDDEN FRIGHT.

An event lately took place in England, which should be an impressive warning to those who are in the habit of frightening people 'in fun. A boy, about twelve years of age, dressed himself in a white sheet, and an ugly-looking mask, and lying in wait for the housemaid, he suddenly jumped upon her as she was going into the kitchen, and clasped her in his arms. She uttered a loud scream of terror, and fell down in a state of insensibility. Her fellow-servants endeavored to bring her to herself, but were unable, and it was found necessary to send for a physician. By the aid of medicine, she recovered; but the shock and fright she sustained had entirely turned her brain! She has not uttered a word since, and it has been necessary to use force to compel her to take her food. She is twenty years old, and was a merry, good-tempered girl; but, by a mischievous frolic, she is likely to remain an idiot for life.

OWEN GLENDOWER'S OAK.

Many years ago there lived in England a king, who was called Henry the Fourth. He had not been long on the throne, before he found that he had many enemies; among the most powerful of whom were the Earl of Northumberland, and Owen Glendower, who was descended from the ancient sovereigns of Wales. These two persons, became discontented with Henry's government, and formed a scheme for uniting together to put a stop to his reign.

The Earl of Northumberland had a son named Henry Percy, but commonly called Hotspur, on account of his passionate disposition. Hotspur agreed to assist in the undertaking to dethrone King Henry, and promised to march with a large army from the north of England, while Glendower was to meet him with such forces as he could collect in Wales.

As soon as the king knew that his enemies were preparing to attack him, he marched in all haste, to come up with Hotspur before he was joined by Glendower. The king's army entered the town of Shrewsbury only a few hours before Hotspur arrived at the gates. On the following morning, the king's soldiers marched out of the town, and succeeded in forcing Hotspur to an engagement.

The battle was fought on the 20th of July, 1403. It commenced by furious volleys of arrows from Hotspur's archers, who struck down many of the enemy. The king was three times thrown from his horse, and was nearly slain. Hotspur rushed through the midst of his foes, and displayed the most undaunted courage. But, at a moment when the victory seemed his, he fell by an unknown hand, alone, and hemmed in by foes. King Henry lost no time to

avail himself of this event. Straining his voice to the utmost, he exclaimed aloud, Henry Percy is dead:" and the battle soon ended in favor of the king, who gained a complete victory.

In the meanwhile Owen Glendower had marched with a large body of Welchmen to within a mile of Shrewsbury; and if the king had not been so rapid in his movements, Glendower and Hotspur would probably have joined their forces. It was necessary, however, that the Welsh army should cross the river Severn, which, at this place, is a broad and rapid river. But as the bridges were held by the king's forces, Glendower could not cross the stream, and was obliged to halt his army on the banks of the Severn, though he could see Hotspur's forces quite plainly on the other side. The place, where the fight was thickest, is about three miles from Shrewsbury, and is still called Battle-field; and King Henry built a handsome church there, which is still used as a parish church, though great part of it is in ruins.

The tradition of the country says, that Glendower mounted the large oak tree, of which we give an engraving, and that he saw from thence the battle of Shrewsbury.

It is very probable from the present appearance of the tree, that it is old enough to have been of a considerable size in the year 1403, or 430 years ago. Oaks are known to live to a much greater age than this. Glendower's oak is still perfectly alive, and bears some hundreds of acorns every year, though it has great marks of age, and is so hollow in the inside, that it seems to stand on little more than a circle of bark. At least six or eight persons might stand within it.

HOW TO FACE AN ENEMY. Thomas Pelway, at the age of eighteen, was, by the death of his master, left alone in the world to gain a livelihood as a shoemaker. He shouldered his bench, and went from house to house, making up the farmer's leather, or mending the children's shoes. At length a good old man, pleased with Tom's industry and steady habits, offered him a small building as a shop. Here Tom applied himself to work, with persevering industry and untiring ardor. Early in the morning he was whistling over his work, and his hammer was often heard till the "noon of night." He thus obtained a good reputation, and some of this world's goods.

He soon married a virtuous female, one whose kind disposition added new joys to his existence, and whose busy neatness rendered pleasant and comfortable their little tenement. Time passed smoothly on; they were blessed with the smiling pledges of their affection, and in a few years Tom was the possessor of a neat little cottage and a piece of land. This they improved; and it soon became the abode of plenty and joy.

But Tom began to relax in his conduct, and would occasionally walk down to an ale-house in the neighborhood. This soon became a habit, and the habit grew upon him, until, to the grief of all who knew him, he became a constant lounger about the ale-house, and going on from bad to worse, became an habitual drunkard. The sure consequences soon followed. He got into debt, and his creditors soon took possession of all he had.

His poor wife used all the arts of persuasion to reclaim him; and she could not

think of using him harshly; she loved him even in his degradation, for he had always been kind to her. Many an earnest petition did she make to Heaven for his reformation, and often did she endeavor to work upon his paternal feelings. Over and over again he promised to reform, and at last was as good as his word, for he was induced to stay from the ale-house for three days together.

His anxious wife began to cherish hope of returning happiness. But a sudden cloud one day, for a moment, damped her joy. "Betsy," said he, as he arose from his work, "give me that bottle." These words pierced her very heart, and seemed to sound the knell of all her cherished hopes; but she could not disobey him. He went out with his bottle, had it filled at the ale-house, and on returning home, placed it in the window immediately before him. "Now," said he, "I can face my enemy." With a resolution fixed upon overcoming his pernicious habits, he went earnestly to work, always having the bottle before him, but never again touched it. Again he began to thrive, and in a few years he was once more the owner of his former delightful residence.

His children grew up, and are now respectable members of society. Old age came upon Tom, and he always kept the bottle in the window, where he had first put it; and often, when his head was silvered over with age, he would refer to his bottle, and thank God that he had been able to overcome the vice of drunkenness. never permitted it to be removed from that window while he lived; and there it remained until after he had been consigned to his narrow home.

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