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How little the persecutor then thought that he was so soon to join the Christian band which he wished to destroy, and that he should die, like Stephen, a martyr for the gospel !”

The next morning was rainy and wet, but Philip was absent; and his grandfather, as he sat by his little fire, and looked on the untasted breakfast, wondered what had become of his boy. At last he heard a well-known step, and Philip entered, tired, and dripping from the rain.

“Where have you been, my child ?"

" I've walked all the way to Hackney,” cried Philip gaily, as he pulled off his wet jacket and hung it up to dry.

" To Hackney! Why, Ben lives there : did you go to see him ?"

“ The truth is, grandfather, I heard but last evening that Mr. Jones wants an errand-boy, and that if a smart lad were to apply, he would be likely at once to get the place. Now, Ben has been for some time out of work; I thought that this might just suit him; so I got up early this morning and walked over ;--for if I had delayed he might have lost bis chance."

There was a look of quiet pleasure in the old man's face as he poured out the tea for his grandson's breakfast,—it said more than volumes of praise. After a minute's pause he inquired, “How did Ben receive you, my boy ?”

“ All in his old way,” replied Philip, with his choler rising as he spoke. “He laughed when first he saw me, and asked me how I liked what he had given me on Saturday. Grandfather ! I felt inclined to knock him down; but I thought of what I had heard at church, and restrained myself; and after a while I told him my errand.”

“And what did he say to that ?”

" At first, nothing; he only looked surprised and suspicious, as though he thought that I was making game of him ; then he held out his hand to me, with

, an ashamed look, and said, 'Philip, I behaved ill to you on Saturday ; you said that I should repent it, --and I do!'"

“God bless you, my dear boy! You bave acted like his child ! 'For if ye love them which love you, what thank have ye? for sinners also love those that love them. But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again ; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest : for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil. Be ye therefore merciful ”» (Luke

( vi. 32, 35, 36).

Reader! do you bear ill-will towards any one ? Has any one injured or insulted you? Oh, forgive, as ye would be forgiven! Give up revengeful acts, silence angry words, lift up your heart in prayer for your enemy,—return him good for evil.

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A FRENCH merchant, having some money due to him, set out on horseback accompanied by his dog, on purpose to receive it. Having settled the business, he tied the bag of money before him, and began to return home. His faithful dog frisked round the horse and barked for joy, as if he had entered into his master's feelings.

The merchant, after riding some miles, alighted to rest himself under an agreeable shade, and taking the bag of money in his hand, laid it down by his side. But on remounting he forgot it. The dog perceiving this, ran to fetch the bag ; but it was too heavy for him to drag along. He then ran after his master, and, by barking and howling, tried to remind him of his mistake. The merchant understood not these signs; but the dog went on with its efforts, and after trying in vain to stop the horse, at last began to bite his heels.

The thought now struck the merchant that the faithful creature had gone mad ; and so, in crossing a brook, he turned back to look if the dog would drink. The animal was too intent on its object to think of itself; and it continued to bark and bite with greater violence than before.

“Alas !” cried the merchant, “it must be so; my poor dog is certainly mad; what must I do? I must kill him ; I may myself become the victim if I spare

Ι him.” With these words he drew a pistol from his pocket, and took aim.

He turned away in agony as he fired; but his aim was too sure. The poor dog fell weltering in his blood; and his master, unable to bear the sight, spurred on his horse. “I am most unfortunate," said he to himself ; "I had almost rather have lost my money than my dog.” Saying this, he stretched out his hand to grasp his treasure. It was missing ! no bag was to be found! In an instant he opened his eyes to his rashness and folly. “Wretch that I am ! why could I not understand the signs which my faithful friend gave

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Instantly he turned his horse, and rode back to the place where he had stopped. He saw the marks of blood as he proceeded; but in vain did he look for his dog; he was not to be seen on the road. At last he reached the spot where he had rested. But what were his feelings? The poor dog had crawled, all bloody as he was, to the forgotten bag, and in the agonies of death he lay watching beside it. When he saw his master, he still testified his joy by the wagging of his tail. He tried to rise, but his strength was gone; and after stretching out his tongue to lick the hand that was now fondling him in an agony of regret, he closed his eyes in death.


Be kind to thy father : for when thou wert young,

Who loved thee as fondly as he ?
He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,

And joined in thine innocent glee :
Be kind to thy father, for now he is old,

His locks intermingled with gray;
His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold;-

Thy father is passing away.

Be kind to thy mother : for lo! on her brow

May traces of sorrow be seen ;
O well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now,

For loving and kind hath she been.

Remember thy mother : for thee will she pray,

As long as God giveth her breath ; With accents of kindness, then, cheer her lone way,

E'en to the dark valley of death.

Be kind to thy brother : his heart will have dearth,

If the smile of thy love be withdrawn ;
The flowers of feeling will fade at their birth,

If the dew of affection be gone.
Be kind to thy brother : wherever you are,

The love of a brother shall be
An ornament, purer and richer by far

Than pearls from the depths of the sea.

Be kind to thy sister : not many may know

The depth of true sisterly love;
The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below

The surface that sparkles above.
Thy kindness shall bring to thee many sweet hours,

And blessings thy pathway to crown; Affection shall weave thee a garland of flowers,

More precious than wealth or renown.


A CARAVAN proceeding to Damascus was once attacked by a tribe of Arabs, and, after a brief resistance, entirely overpowered. A rich booty fell into the hands of the robbers. But while they were occupied with the examination and distribution of their spoils, they, in their turn, were assailed by a troop of Turkish horsemen, that had gone out from Acre to

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