the bright reality shall rise upon us when the shadows we now call perfect day shall have given way to eternal noon.-But the gentleman I speak of, though he enjoyed all the present glory of this inspiring scene, conceived from it no such associations of a prophetic

nature.

From mount Rigi the father went down with his children to take a sail on the lake of Lucerne. In that part of the lake where it is narrowest and deepest, and presents on both banks nothing but bare walls of rocks rising perpendiculary from the water, they were overtaken by a sudden and violent gale, followed by a thunderstorm. By great exertion and skill the boatmen carried the vessel safely along the rocky banks, close to the only landing place. But here the waves dashed with such violence against the shore, that their great and continued efforts to put in the vessel were fruitless, and contributed to render the situation of the passengers still more dangerous. Till then the father had been able to quiet the fears of the two children by showing them how the skill of the boatmen braved the storm, and carried the vessel unhurt along the steep banks. But now, when the very

place which the father had pointed out to them as the end of their anxiety proved a cause of greater danger, the courage of the children began to fail. The eldest of them, a boy of about six years of age, cast his eyes all round, now upon the landing, and then upon the boatmen, and then upon his father, with cries and looks of supplication and despair. But when he found no where the least appearance of help, he, to the utter surprise of his father, fell upon his knees, raised his arms and hands towards the dark sky, and began to pray aloud to God for rescue, for the forgiveness of his sins, which he enumerated, and with fervent promises to do well, if God would save him, with his father and little sister, from the storm.

The vessel was at last safely brought on shore; and some months after, the father himself told me this story, which seemed to prove, as he said, that there must be in the nature of man some ground for my christian superstition. I was then too much moved by the account he gave, to make a reply to his observation; and I afterwards supposed that by attempting to answer, I could only weaken the impression which the story could not fail to produce in time on the parental heart. But whenever

since 1 reflected how this untaught child, at the moment of need, had found in his own heart an altar for the worship of an unseen power which till then was to him an unknown Deity, I felt as if my deepest heart had caught the holy accents of the praying Saviour, 'I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that having hid these things from the wise and prudent, thou hast revealed them unto babes.'

THE ORPHAN GIRL,

OR THE TESTIMONY OF A GOOD CONSCIENCE.

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A young woman who had met with some of those various sorrows to which all are alike exposed, was sitting alone indulging in sad thoughts that seemed moving only in one unchanging circle, when she was startled by the sudden entrance of her intimate friend. I want you Emily,' said she, to go and make a visit with me this afternoon.' 'No my dear Mary, I cannot,' said Emily, I have no spirits and can give no one any pleasure.' I do not ask you to go for another's pleasure but for your own,' said Mary; ' I think it will do you good to go and see my friend Susan Vincent.' 'What,' said Emily, that poor cripple? I pity her with all my heart and would gladly do her any good, and if I had but one dollar in the world Iwould give her a part of it; but it would only make me more sad to see her. I cannot as some good people do, console myself for my

own recovery and learn patience from the thought that there are others even more wretched than I am; it only makes my tears flow the faster, I weep for others and myself' too.

You mistake my purpose, my dear Emily,' said her friend, it is a lesson in happiness and not in sorrow that I want old Susan to give you; she is the most cheerful companion I know." Why,' said Emily, she is old, and a cripple, and dependent upon charity for her support, and has not a relation in the world.

Still,' answered Mary, she is very cheerful, and even happy. I want you to go with me' and ask her to tell you her story; she has often repeated it to me, but I want you to hear it from her own lips, and I am sure it will interest you and do you good, and if you will not go for your own sake dear Emily, go to please me; come get your bonnet and shawl.' Emily' did so, and in a few minutes they were seated in Susan's neat little room; everything was so clean, so well arranged, that nothing that makes poverty really intolerable was felt. Old Susan" was seated in an 'arm chair that her infirmity rendered necessary for her comfort, she had a

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