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he is a man of God!" A ty-rant, named Hy-der Al-ly, while he re-fused to en-ter into a trea-ty with others, said, "Send me Swartz ;-send me the Chris-tian mission-a-ry to treat with me, for him on-ly can I trust." The peo-ple had been so cru-el-ly used, that they left their lands and re-fused to raise any-thing. All they had raised had been seized and ta-ken away. The whole coun-try would soon have been in a fam-ine. The hea-then ru-ler prom-ised jus-tice, and tried to in-duce them to go back to their farms; but all in vain. They would not be-lieve him. Swartz then wrote to them, ma-king the same prom-ises. Seven thou-sand men re-turned to their land in one day.

When he came to die, he lay for a time ap-pa-rent-ly life-less. Ge-ricke, a wor-thy fel-low la-bour-er from the same coun-try, sup-pos-ing he was ac-tu-al-ly dead, be-gan to chant over his re-mains a stan-za of the fa-vour-ite hymn which they used to sing to-geth-er, to soothe each oth-er in his life-time. The vers-es were sung through, with-out a mo-tion or a sign of life from the still form be-fore him; but when the last clause was o-ver, the voice which was sup-posed to be hushed in death took up the second stan-za of the same hymn,-com-ple-ted it with a dis-tinct and sweet ut-ter-ance, and then was hushed, and was heard no more. The soul rose with

the last strain.

How sweet-ly death comes to a good man, who has faith-ful-ly served Je-sus Christ!-Todd.

LESSON LI.-THE EAGLE AND CHILD.

There are many high hills in Scot-land, which are called Ben. The high-est of all is Ben Nev-is. On the taps of these Bens ea-gles build their nests. What nests

they are flat like a floor, and very strong; the great sticks are often placed be-tween two high rocks that hang over a deep place.

The ea-gles of-ten car-ry off the hares and rab-bits to their nests, and some-times young lambs.

It is said that once, while peo-ple were ma-king hay in a field, a great ea-gle saw a babe ly-ing a-sleep on a bun-dle of hay, and dart-ing down from a-bove, seized it with its great claws, and flew away. All the peo-ple, in a-larm, hur-ried off to-wards the moun-tains, where they knew this ea-gle had built its nest, and there they could just see the two old birds on the ledge of the rock. Many cried, and wrung their hands in sor-row for the dear babe, but who would try to save it? There was a sail-or, who was used to climb the tall masts of the ships, and he be-gan to climb the steep sides of the moun-tain. But he had on-ly gone a few steps, when the moth-er start-ed up from the rough stone where she had been sit-ting, looked up at the ea-gle's nest, and be-gan to mount the rock her-self. Though only a poor weak wom-an, she soon got before the sail-or, and sprang from rock to rock, and when she could find no place for her feet, she held fast by the roots and the plants growing on the moun-tain. It was won-der-ful to see how she made her way. Her love to her babe strength-ened her limbs, and God kept her feet from slip-ping. Every one looked ea-ger-ly at her, as she reached the top; they feared lest the fierce birds should hurt her, but nowhen she came into their nest, they screamed, and flew away. There the moth-er found her babe ly-ing a-mong the bones of an-i-mals, and stained with their blood; but the ea-gles had not be-gun to eat it, nor had they hurt a hair of its head. The moth-er bound it with her

shawl tight round her waist, and then be-gan quick-ly to de-scend, and this was far more dif-fi-cult than it had been to get up.

But where was the sail-or all this while? He had on-ly got up a lit-tle way, and then his head had grown gid-dy, and he had been forced to re-turn.

See the fond moth-er, with her babe in her bo-som, sli-ding down the rock, hold-ing now by the yel-low broom, and now by the prick-ly bri-ar, and get-ting safe-ly down pla-ces as steep as the sides of a house. When she had got half way down, she saw a goat lead-ing its two kids into the val-ley; she knew that it would take its little ones along the ea-si-est path, and she fol-lowed the crea-ture, till she met her friends com-ing up the moun-tain to meet her. were to see her a-gain amongst them! wished to hold the babe in her arms. won-dered to find the ea-gle's claws ten-der flesh!

How glad they Many a moth-er How much they had not torn its

What will not a moth-er đồ to save her child! I hope this little babe, when it grew old-er, loved the kind moth-er who had climbed up the steep rock, to save it from the ea-gle's cru-el claws and blood-y beak." Near Home."

LESSON LII.—THE MARMOT.

Look at that lit-tle crea-ture. Is it a hare? No, it is much stout-er than a hare; be-sides, it has not long ears like a hare. Is it a squir-rel? No, it is much big-ger than a squir-rel, and it has not a long tail like a squirrel. Yet it is very much like a squirrel in its way of eat-ing. See, it is now sit-ting up, and hold-ing an ap-ple be-tween its fore-paws. Here, lit-tle fel-low, is a

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piece of cake. How tame it is! it takes the cake out of my hand. Ask the cook what is the name of that lit-tle an-i-mal.

It is a mar-mot, and it comes from the moun-tains of Swit-zer-land. Do not be a-fraid of it, for it is very good-na-tured, and though it has sharp teeth, it will not bite you. Only we must take care our lit-tle dog does not fol-low us in, for it hates dogs very much, and will fly at them when it sees them.

Ask the cook what the mar-mot eats. An-y-thing and ev-er-y-thing, meat, pud-ding, and fruit; but it is most pleased if it can get into the dai-ry, to lap the milk, and de-vour the but-ter. It seems very fond of the hot kit-chen fire, for it can-not bear the cold. It likes to lie in this warm bas-ket lined with hay. I wish you could see a mar-mot in its own na-tive moun-tains. It digs a hole in the earth with the help of its com-pan-ions, and lives un-der ground all the win-ter, in a nice large room, lined with moss and hay. It makes the hay it-self. O, what a clev-er lit-tle hay-ma-ker! It has no scythe to mow with, no fork to toss the hay with, no cart to bring it home in; how then does it make hay? Its teeth are its scythe, and its paws are its fork. The little marmots car-ry the hay home them-selves, and room com-fort-a-ble be-fore win-ter comes. are ma-king hay, one mar-mot keeps watch, perched on a high rock, to see that no man, or dog, or great bird, comes near. If he sees one of these en-e-mies, he whis-tles, and then all the mar-mots hur-ry into their holes a-gain. Well, the mar-mot is a clev-er little creature in-deed." Near Home."

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LESSON LIII.-INSTINCT.

Who taught the bird to build her nest
Of wool, and hay, and moss?
Who taught her how to weave it best,
And lay the twigs a-cross?

Who taught the bu-sy bee to fly
A-mong the sweet-est flowers?
And lay her store of hon-ey by,
To eat in win-ter hours?

Who taught the little ants the way
Their nar-row holes to bore?

And through the pleas-ant sum-mer's day
To gather up their store?

"Twas God who taught them all the way,
And gave their little skill;

And teach-es chil-dren, when they pray,
To do His ho-ly will.-Jane Taylor.

LESSON LIV.-FLAX.

"What is grow-ing in that field, moth-er, which looks so blue?" asked Ma-ry. "It is flax, my dear," said her moth-er; "let us go through the gate and look at the blue flowers; some of them will be very pret-ty to add to my nose-gay."

So they went through the gate to look at the flax. "But, moth-er," said Ma-ry, "this is not like the flax I see you spin; here are on-ly blue flowers and green stalks and leaves, quite dif-fer-ent from the flax you spin."

"When these flowers are with-ered a-way," said Mrs. Thomp-son, "and the seeds are come in-stead of them,

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