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Yes, Hagar's eyes are opened. Oh! for sight

Like hers, all ecstacy, to view the fair
And glorious fount of endless life and light,

And, pilgrim-like, to seek refreshment there.
Oh! to be sprinkled with those drops-bedew'd
And feel, like Ishmael, our whole life renew'd.

AIDS TO LECTURERS. A WARNING TO DRINKERS AND DRUNKARDS.—The following solemn and important statement as to the mortality among drunkards, is made on the authority of Mr. Neison, the celebrated actuary, and is worthy the serious consideration of all parties who still use and indulge in the use of intoxicating liquors :Mr. Neison states that out of 357 who died of drunkenness, there would have been only 110 according to the rate of sober mortality. It was not only computed, but scientifically demonstrated, that between the ages of 21 and 30 the mortality of the drunkard is five times greater than that of the rest of the community; that between 30 and 50 it is twice as great. The drunken man at the age of 20 may expect to live fifteen years, the sober man 44; at 30, the drunkard may expect to live 13 years, and the sober man 36; at 40, the drunkard may expect to live but 11 years, and the sober man 28. These are facts which need only to be known to make a powerful impression on the minds of all. Let young men especially ponder the foregoing facts, and at once renounce the use of intoxicants. Total abstinence is the course of wisdom and common sense.

A TEETOTAL HIGHLAND GAMEKEEPER." John Macallum is worthy of special mention, not only because he is a very honest, superior, and civil man-though that last point is not 30 extraordinary, for, as Sir Walter Scott says, “there are few nations who can boast of so much natural politeness as the Highlanders,'— but because he is a Highland gamekeeper who nerer touches whisky. Like the prisoner at the tread-mill, John Maccallum's turning was the result of conviction : he saw so much abuse of whisky going on around him, that he determined to dispense with the use of the spirit, if possible, and drink instead the real mountain-dew that flowed from the hillside. He did not take any unnecessary pledge' imposed by man, but followed out his own reading of the Word of God, and acted upon its precepts. It is now three years since he abstained from everything in the shape of malt liquor and

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spirits, and he finds himself none the less fitted for those arduous duties that his profession demands. All honour to a man like this, who can preserve himself victorious amid perpetual temptation.”—From “ Glencreggan,by Cuthbert Bede.

PROPORTIONS OF THE RESPECTIVE INGREDIENTS used to one hogshead of beer:-1. Capsicum pepper, in the proportion of half an ounce to one hogshead. 2. Coculus indicus, one ounce to ditto. 3. Liquorice juice, from four to eight ounces, ditto. 4. Salt of steel, a quarter of an ounce. 5. Sulphate of iron, vulgo, copperas, five drachms dissolved, and added just before the porter is sent out, a proportionate quantity for a hogshead. 6. Colouring, one and a half pint per hogshead.--Art of Brewing, London, 1824.

How to SAVE MONEY.-At a Temperance Meeting held in Birmingham, a working coach painter addressed the meeting to the following effect :-'I have made a few calculations which I wish to communicate, with the view of showing the pecuniary benefit I have derived during the four years I have abstained from the use of all intoxicating drinks. Previously I had been in the practice of spending in alcoholic beverages upon an average five-pence a day, or £7. 12s. 1d. a-year, which, in four years amounted to £30. 88. 4d. I will now state how this sum, which during the last four years I have saved, has been expended. First, I have allowed my aged father £3. 58. per annum towards rent, making in four years £13. Secondly, I have become a member of a benefit society, and paid one shilling and sevenpence a-week, or £4. 29. 4d. per annum, making £16. 9s. 4d. for the four years. For this payment I have secured to myself the following advantages:- In case of my being disabled by sickness or accident from doing my accustomed work, the society will furnish me with medical attendance and medicine gratis, and pay me eighteen shillings a-week till I am restored to health. In case of my death, my widow, or rightful heir, will become entitled to a bonus of £9., besides half the amount of what I have paid to the soeiety up to the time of my decease, and that with interest thereon. Thirdly, I have had the remaining four shillings and ninepence per annum, or nineteen shillings for the four

years which I have laid ont in temperance and other periodicals. There is yet to be added, that should I live to have deposited the sum of £54. in the society's funds, no further payment will then be required, and I shall continue to be entitled to all the benefits which I have named without further charge.'

How to Pay Rent.— A blacksmith in the city of Philadelphia was complaining to his iron merchant, that such was the scarcity of money that he could not pay his rent. The merchant then asked him, how much rum he used in his family in the course of the day. Upon his answering this question, the merchant made a calculation, and showed him that his rum amounted to more money in the year than his house-rent. The calculation so enlightened and impressed the artisan, that he at once entirely renounced all spirituous liquors. In the course of the ensuing year he paid his rent and bought a new suit of clothes out of the savings he thus effected. He persisted in the course on which he had entered, to the end of life, and the happy consequence was competence and respectability.

THE WHITE ANGEL. Somc children stood in a group about the door of the village school-house one lovely summer day.

They were all talking pleasantly together, from Kline, the son of the rich and proud Hoffmeister, to the little blue-eyed Carl, the only child of the poor baker.

The school-house door opened, and Master Friedrich himself appeared, and cried in a cheery, hearty voice,

“Welcome, my children !"
"Welcome, master!" cried they.

And now they entered and took their seats, and were quite still while the good master read a short chapter in the Book of books, and then reverently kneeling, prayed that the dear Saviour would guide them in his teachings, and bless them, and send his Holy Spirit to watch over them all.

School began, the thumb-worn books were brought out, the lazy boys began to sigh and frown, and wish impatiently for the recess, and wonder why Latin dictionaries were ever invented; when, as if by magic, they found themselves listening to the pleasant voice of Master Friedrich, and actually understanding their lessons—so clear and simple were his explanations, and the time for recess came, to their great astonishment, long before they expected.

When the studies were over, the master drew from his desk a box, and whilst the children gathered around he opened it, and drew out charming little white and pink sea-shells, pretty pictures, and many other beautiful things, which he gave' to the children, with loving words.

But the most lovely thing of all was a little porcelain statuette of an angel. She stood—so fair, so pure-with her small, white

hands folded over her breast, and her eyes uplifted, that the children gazed enchanted.

“O, the dear angel--the beautiful angel !" cried they all. “Wilt thou give it me, Master Friedrich ?”

But the good master smiled and said, "The little angel is too lovely to be given to any boy who is not good and true of heart. We shall presently see who shall deserve her. He who brings to me to-morrow the brightest thing on earth shall have the angel."

At this the children looked at each other, as if wondering what the master might mean. But he said no more, and they went home thoughtful.

The next day, after the lessons (which had now become so pleasant) were finished, the children clustered around the master to show him what they had brought.

Some of the smaller ones had picked up sparkling stones on the road, and as they laid them in the sunlight, they were sure they must be something bright and precious.

Some had polished up a shilling till it shone like a crown; one brought a watch crystal which his father had given him, and which he considered a wonder of transparent brightness; and Kline, the rich Hoffmeister's son had brought a paste buckle, made to imitate diamonds, than which, in his opinion, nothing could be brighter.

All these things were placed on the master's desk, side by side. The shilling shone away famously, the pebbles and the watch crystal did their best, but Kline's buckle was the bravest of all.

“Ah! mine is the brightest !" shouted Kline, clapping his hands.

“But where is little Carl?” said Master Friedrich ; "he ran out just now.

All eyes were turned to the door, when presently in rushed Carl, breathless. In his hands, held up lovingly against his neck, was a poor, little, snow-white dove. Some crimson drops upon the downy breast showed that it was wounded.

"O, master," cried Carl, “I was looking for something bright when I came upon this poor little white dove. Some cruel boys were tormenting it, and I caught it up quickly and ran here. O, I fear it will die!"

Even as he spoke, the dove's soft eyes grew filmy, it nestled closer in Carl's neck, then gave a faint cry, dropped its little head and died,

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Carl sank on his knees beside the master's desk, and from his eyes there fell upon the poor dove's broken wing two tears, large and bright.

The master took the dead dove from his hands, and laid it tenderly down on the desk with the bright things; then raising Carl he softly said, “My children, there is no brighter thing on earth than a tender, pitying tear.”

The boys were silent for a moment, for they felt that the master had decided that Carl had rightly won the angel. Then Kline cried out,

“My master, thou didst not fairly explain to us. give us another trial.”

“Yes, dear master,” said Max, "give us another trial.”
“What sayest thou, Carl ?” said Master Friedrich.
“Yes, dear master,” answered the generous boy.

The good master smiled thoughtfully, and his eye rested for a moment lovingly upon Carl, then glancing around, he said,

“He who brings me the loveliest thing on earth to-morrow shall have the angel.”

The children clapped their hands and departed satisfied.

After school, the next day, Kline was the first to run up stairs to Master Friedrich, and lay upon his desk what he considered the loveliest thing in the whole world, his new soldier cap, with the long scarlet feather and bright golden tassel.

Max came next, and placed beside the cap a small silver watch, his last birthday gift, with a bright steel watch-chain attached. Otto brought a great picture-book, just sent him by his godmother; Rudolph, a tiny marble vase, richly sculptured; and so on, until a still more motley collection than that before lay upon Master Friedrich's desk.

Then poor little Carl stepped modestly up, and placed in the master's hand a pure white lily.

The rich perfume filled the room, and bending over the flower, inhaling the delicious fragrance, the master softly said, “My children, the blessed Word of God says, “Behold the lilies of the field ; they toil not, neither do they spin, yet Solomon, in all his glory, was not arrayed like one of these.' Carl has rightly chosen.”

But murmurs arose; the children were not satisfied, and again they asked for another trial.

And, as before, good Master Friedrich inquired,

“What sayest thou, Carl ? ” and he answered as before, with generous haste,

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