perished. It was just he should-that he who had hushed the voice of kindly warning should perish unwarned.

We never see a man or a boy trying to persuade another to do something his conscience is telling him is wrong, without thinking of his fate who silenced the warning bell in these stormy seas.

THE INCHCAPE BELL.

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The ship was still as ship might be :
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.

Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

The worthy abbot of Aberbrothock

Had floated that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On the waves of the storm it floated and swung,
And louder and louder it warning rung.

When the rock was hid by the tempest's swell,
The mariners heard the warning bell;
And then they knew the perilous rock,
And blessed the priest of Aberbrothock.

The float of the Inchcape Bell was seen,
A darker speck on the ocean green :
Sir Ralph the Rover walked his deck,
And he fixed his eye on the darker speck.

His eye was on the bell and float:
Quoth he, "My men, put out the boat,
And row me to the Inchcape Rock,

And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothock."

The boat is lowered, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape Rock they go :
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And cut the warning-bell from the float.

Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound,
The bubbles arose and burst around;

Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to this rock Will not bless the priest of Aberbrothock."

Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away,

He scoured the seas for many a day;

And now, grown rich with plundered store,
He steers his course to Scotland's shore.

So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky,
They cannot see the sun on high :
The wind hath blown a gale all day,
At ev'ning it had died away.

"Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar? For yonder, methinks, should be the shore; Now where we are I cannot tell,

But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell!"

They hear no sound, the swell is strong;
Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along,
Till the vessel strikes with a shiv'ring shock-
O heavens! it is the Inchcape Rock!

Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair,
He cursed himself in his despair;
But the waves rush in on every side,
And the vessel sinks beneath the tide.

SOUTHEL

GOOD FOR EVIL.

"HE shall repent of it, if I die for it, he shall !" passionately exclaimed Philip, as he wiped the blood from his face, after a fight in which he had had the worst. "I'll make him repent it!"

Why, what is the matter?" said his aged grandfather, who, attracted by the noise of the quarrel, had unperceived approached the angry boy.

Look what he has done!" cried Philip, pointing to a beautiful little model of a ship, which lay crushed and destroyed in the mud. 'It has been my work for a month past; I had just finished it; and see— The poor boy could not finish his sentence; grief and passion choked his voice; but again he muttered between his teeth,-"I'll make him repent it!"

"But why did he spoil your model?"

"Oh! he is full of spite and malice, he always was. We hate one another ! He trampled on my ship, so of course I struck him,—and we fought,and he was the stronger! But I'll have my revenge

yet!"

"Come into the house," said the old man quietly, "and let us examine your hurts."

As soon as this was done, and the boy's head bound up, his grandfather laid his hand on the shoulder of Philip, and with a grave look began :—

"I see that your face is not very much hurt; now I must look to a more serious wound."

"What do you mean?" said the boy.

...

"Must I remind you, that the fruit of the Spirit is love peace. . . gentleness. . . meekness' ?" "Oh! one can't put up with everything! I don't hate those who don't hate me; nor harm those who don't insult me; but I want justice, nothing but justice !"

"If you receive nothing but justice, my boy, a terrible portion will be yours. For my part, I have learned to ask mercy; without it, I could never reach heaven."

"You mean mercy from God: I know that we all. need that," said Philip; "but that has nothing to do with my quarrel with Ben!"

'It has much to do with it," replied the old man: Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven"" (Luke vi. 37).

It is a very difficult thing to do," said Philip, thoughtfully.

"It is a thing which must be done," replied his grandfather: "If ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.'

The next morning, Philip met his grandfather with a calmer spirit. "I have thought over my quarrel with Ben," said he. I had intended to let fly his canary, or to do him some mischief or other; but now I have made up my mind to let the fellow alone. Are you satisfied with me now, grandfather?"

"You have taken one step in the right way, but

you have not yet, I fear, forgiven as you have been forgiven. Think over the subject again."

At breakfast Philip sat silent and thoughtful. Before he rose to prepare for church, he spoke again to his grandfather. "I see that it is not enough to give up revengeful acts; I suppose that I ought to keep down angry words also. This is a harder task than the other, for I love to speak out my mind; but I'll try, with God's help, not to speak ill of Ben. Grandfather, are you satisfied?"

"That is another great step, my boy; but ask your own heart if it really forgives as you have been forgiven."

Philip came home from church with a brighter face. "Grandfather," said he, as he led the old man towards his home, "there is one prayer which I never truly joined in till to-day."

“What prayer was that?”

That it may please Thee to forgive our enemies, persecutors, and slanderers, and to turn their hearts.' Ben came into my mind, and I prayed for him; and do you know why I did so?"

"God put it into your heart, my boy!"

'Why, the second chapter that was read struck me so. To hear of Stephen, bleeding and dying with the cruel stones hurled at him, and the people yelling around him; then, to think of him praying in the midst of his agony, 'Lord, lay not this sin to their charge' (Acts vii. 60). He had much more to forgive than ever I have had. of his cruel enemies were ever turned !"

of

any

I wonder if the hearts

"Do you forget, Philip, that St. Paul was one of them? that he stood and looked on while Stephen