France, and I suppose forgot me, for I have had nothing since the second week in December.

Miss 0. Then you have never received any thing since my father came to the living ?

N. F. No, miss; not a sixpenny bit, from that lady for my leg, I mean.

Miss 0. Nor from any one else in her stead?

N. F. No, ma'am ; my husband asked the squire one day, but he said he had received no orders from the lady to pay the weekly allowance since she went away; and he did not give any thing himself-he is not over fond of parting with his money.

Miss 0. So far you have made it all clear and satisfactory; my father is to dine with Squire Bolton to-day, and he will be sure to ask about it, and then I hope the thing will be quite cleared up and set at rest.

N. F. I am glad the rector will see the squire so soon.

Miss 0. Yes, I dare say you are. I do not myself doubt that it is as you say, but Mrs. Dawes must be satisfied with Mr. Bolton's word, as she may not be with your's. I hope that after a time she will see how useless it is to spread these false reports, when she finds I am determined not to believe or act upon them until I have thoroughly sifted them.

N. F. Well, miss, I hope it may be so.

Miss 0. It is so very sad to find a small village like this continually thrown into a blaze by firebrands cast about by ill-disposed people. We ought to live like one large family, at peace with each other. Christians are, by St. Paul, compared to members of one body. Now we know that the hands are willing to help the feet, and the tongue the eyes. For instance, your little girl made her feet work to help her hands to gather those field flowers, and her tongue asked for the bit of bread she saw in your hand just now. In the same way there ought to be no hesitation in the Christian body to help one another.

N. F. Ah ! ma'am, if we did but do so, how much better it would be !

Miss 0. Yes, indeed it would; and let me remind you, too, how one part of our body feels for another when it is injured. You told me the other day that your hands

helped you to get upstairs, and so saved your bad leg from suffering-so should we, in like manner, feel for and help each other.

ÎN. F. I never thought of all this before. What a pity it is, miss, that we read the Bible with so little thought!

Miss 0. Yes, a sad pity; and sometimes, I fear, without even the wish to be the better for it.

When we read the Bible we should ask God in prayer to teach us to understand it, and enable us to practise the good lessons contained in it.

N. F, I will do so for the time to come, and I wish I had done so years ago.

Miss 0. Let that wish make you more earnest and diligent in training your little girl; she at least is young enough to acquire good habits, and learn to do what is right by times.

N. F. True, miss ; but isn't it sad now to have to say to one's own child, I often do wrong myself, but you must learn to do better? But then it is right I should be punished. I had never had need to have been so bad as I am if I had kept constant to church, and not neglected to read my Bible, and say my prayers, as I have done, to my shame be it spoken.

Miss 0. The knowledge of our own sinfulness should make us not only humble before God, but charitable towards our neighbours. Now you begin to find how difficult it is to do your own duty, you should pity others who find the same difficulty; you should feel sorry for them as well as grieved for yourself

. Will not this reflection soften your heart towards Mrs. Dawes ?

Nancy Foot did not answer at once, but after a little thought she said, “I can see that it ought to do so; and I hope after a while it may do so. But, miss, do you think she wishes to be better herself?”

Miss 0. That is not a question for us to ask. Suppose she does not, I should only say she needs our pity the more. Remember, I beg of you, that while we were yet enemies, Christ died for us. That was love and pity indeed, was it not?

N. F. Ay, miss, that it was! You are quite right.
Miss 0. Good day. I must go now.

N. F. God bless you! do come again as soon as you can.

Miss 0. I will, most gladly; for it is my greatest pleasure to be a welcome visitor in my dear father's parish; my wish and prayer is to be a true and useful friend to you, and to all my cottage neighbours.

N. F. God grant it! dear young lady; some of us have grateful hearts at least, and thank you for your kindness.

Miss 0. I feel it, and in time all may believe I wish them well, and would be a true friend if they would

let me.

N. F. I doubt that myself, ma'am.

Miss (. But I will continue to hope: the hearts of all are in God's hands. He will turn them towards me in his own good time—and if not, I will try to be patient with the worst of sinners-as our Lord was. J. A.

BOMARSUND. SIR,- The following lines may perhaps please some of your readers. They refer to an incident connected with the capture of Bomarsund. Some Englishmen among the first who fell' were buried near a tree on which the words “ Woodman! spare this tree,” were carved with touching simplicity.

Bomarsund is a stronghold in one of the islands of Aland, which are a small group in the Baltic Sea, near the coast of Finland. They belonged to Sweden till the beginning of this century, when they were taken by Russia. In a treaty between Sweden and Russia in 1809, the Emperor of Russia was allowed to retain these islands on the condition of never raising any fortifications upon them. The fort of Bomarsund was a breach of this treaty; and for this reason the invading power of Russia is called “false" in the last verse. The “fiery brand" refers to the burning of one or more villages lately by the Russians, to make their own position more secure. The poor

inhabitants were of course driven to flight in poverty and distress, and whether on this account, or because formerly oppressed by the Russians, the islanders

have received the English and French forces in a very friendly manner. How great ought to be the thank fulness of the English people, who have never seen “ the fiery brand” in their towns and villages, or lamented over their fields and gardens made desolate by “the torch of war!” Long may the mercy of God so watch over us for good; though we are too truly

a sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity !”—I am, Sir,


Woodman ! when beneath thy stroke
Prostrate lies the sturdy oak,
When thine axe's ringing call
Bids stately firs and birches fall;
Let these branches hallowed be:
“ Woodman ! spare this tree.”
Underneath its friendly shade
Britain's warrior sons are laid,
Numbered with the gallant dead :
In a righteous cause they bled.
Sacred let their ashes be :
“Woodman ! spare this tree."
Thy hamlets now shall dread no more
The victor's forts along the shore ;
The false invader's ruthless hand,
The torch of war- the fiery brand-
England sets thy country free :
“ Woodman ! spare this tree.”

T. H.


LAYARD describes the process of threshing out the corn as he saw it in Armenia. It is nearly the same as it was in the days of the patriarchs. The children either drive horses round and round over the heaps of corn, or, standing upon a sledge stuck full of sharp flints underneath, are drawn by oxen over the scattered sheaves. Such were the threshing-sledges mentioned by the prophet Isaiah.

In no case are the animals muzzled, but linger to pick up a scanty mouthful as they are urged on by the young boys and girls to whom the duties of the threshing-floor are chiefly assigned. The grain is winnowed by men and women, who throw the grain and straw together into the air with a wooden shovel, leaving the wind to carry away the chaff.

This description gives clearness to many texts of Holy Scripture ; for instance, Isa. xxviii, 27, 28; xxx. 24; xli. 16; Deut. xxv. 4.

Α. Α.

APPLES OF SODOM. The Hon. R. Curzon, in his “Monasteries of the Levant," describes what are called the Apples of Sodom. They have been mentioned by ancient writers, and were said to be tempting to the eye, but full of ashes and dust in the mouth. Mr. Curzon found them among the mountains to the east of the Dead Sea or Lake of Sodom, near the ruins of Ammon and Jerach. He and his companion mistook them, at a short distance, for fine ripe plums, but, upon coming near, and suddenly seizing one and biting it, their mouths were filled with a dry and bitter dust. He says they are a kind of gall-nut.

M. A.

THE CHOLERA. MANY of us can recollect the sad year of 1832, when this pestilence first made its appearance on our shores. Up to that time we had heard of it in India and in other countries as one of the dreadful scourges of a hot climate, but then it was sent, in all its horrors, through the length and breadth of our favoured land. It began then in the north of England, and thousands of our countrymen were swept off in the course of a few hours. The severity of the disease, the utter want of success in the medical treatment, and the speed with which death followed the first symptoms,—all these circumstances made it the more terrible, and we soon learned to dread the infection as much as our forefathers did that of the plague. We received it as a pestilence sent immediately from the hand of God, and humbled ourselves under it, and turned unto God in fasting and in prayer. And should we not do this now when the cholera has again been sent to chasten and to warn us? Has it not again

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