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trembling. What a commotion then! « What's the matter ?" 6 who did it?" is asked on every hand. Some looked terrified, some pitiful, others smile, and try to find something amusing in the scene. Guy looks very sage and sober, and tries to enjoy the matter, but the fun is not what he expected. It does not pay; and he begins 10 dread his punishment. Poor James ! how he suffered ! not only from the extreme torture of the moment, but from embarassment at being the cause of so much excitement, the object of so much attention, and still more at the thought that any one would treat him so unkindly. But he cherished no resentment toward Guy, though for some time afterward he involuntarily shrank at his approach.

Not far from the school-house was a river, and in the winter, when it was frozen over, the boys were accustomed to slide and skate upon it. One warm, sunny Saturday afternoon, when a large party of boys were skating there, the ice began to crack and break. It was evidently unsafe, and most of the boys made for the shore, but Guy Sandford, full of excitement and reckless even to fool-hardiness, skated on, sneering at the caution of those who left the ice. “No danger! don't be cowards!” he shouted. Crack! crack; and Guy is out of sight. He has gone under. Who can save him? What can be done? A few of the boldest boys rush to the spot. Guy rises 10 sight. “Give us a hand, boys,” he

The boys creep as near to the edge of the ice as they dare, and reach out their hands. “ Stretch out farther,” screams Guy, struggling amid the water and breaking ice, and again he siriks.

“Poor Crutchy," as Guy calls him, is making his way towards his home on the road by the river bank. He sees the alarm and consternation of the boys; hears Guy's scream. He shouts with all his might, “ Take my crutches !” “ Reach Guy a crutch!" and throws first one and then the other towards the boys who are hastening for them, and sinks down alone in the snow by the way side.

It was a good thought. The crutches were in season. As Guy again rose to the surface, they were stretched out to him. With a desperate effort he seized one of them, hut the ice on which it rested and was held broke, and it was lost. He seized the other, the ice beneath it was stronger, and cold and freezing as his hands were, he managed to keep his hold, and move himself 10 the main ice, and at last was safe upon it. (), what a joy! What a relief to all! How could they express their gladness. For a moment all was confusion, each one telling what he saw and did, and how he felt, in the loudest and most earnest tones, and then they all united in glorifying James, till Guy himself swung up his dripping aim, and shouted, “ Three cheers for Cruthchy! Crutchy for ever !" and the boys gave the hurrahs with a will.

Poor James, sitting waiting alone, was nearly overcome by excitement. As the cheers reached bim, the tears rolled down his cheeks, and he lifted his heart to heaven in fervent thanksgiving that he was not quite useless in the world; even through his misfortue he had helped others. His despised crutches, such wretched substitutes as they were for healthy limbs, had been better to Guy than the swiftest foot or the strongest arm.

What sadness had he felt at being lame, and now what joy, at saving life.

When the boys saw James sitting helplessly in the snow, they thought of his crutches, and some of them ran to find them. They brought the one which had saved Guy; the other had floated under the broken ice, and was lost. What was to be done? James could not walk a step unless he had both. It was but a moment, and iwo noble boys bad grasped him firmly about the waist, and with his arms wound around their necks, were bearing him on his way. Cold and wet as Guy was, he walked beside them, declaring that though lie had often said he meant to have a pair of crutches, he did not dream that he should have such exireme need of them, and so soon.

Poor “Crutchy” was now the hero of the school. The teacher came to his desk to take him by the hand, and ask God's blessing on bim, while the tears ran down his face. The boys could not do enough for him. They loaded him with their choicest dainties, apples and nuts and candies, and crowded around to hear him talk, delighted with his company. Guy's father sent him a pair of the nicest crutches by the hand of Guy; and I am glad 10 tell you that when he gave them to him, he had to choke from his emotion before he could say, “ I've long wanted to tell you, James, how meun I've thought it was in me to stick those pins in your crutches, and to ask forgiveness. Shake hands with me now, James, and help me to forget it, and I'll be a man hereafter.”

Guy was learning from James how excellent is the great Master's command, “Render unto none evil for evil, but follow that which is good."

LITTLE JIM.

The cottage was a thatch'd one,
The outside old and

mean,
Yet ev'rything within that cot

Was wondrous neat and clean.

The night was dark and stormy,

The wind was howling wild ;
patient mother knelt beside
The death-bed of her child.

A little worn-out creature

His once bright eyes grown dim;
It was a collier's only child-

They call him little Jim.

And oh! to see the briny tears

Fast hurrying down her cheek,
As she offer'd up a prayer in thouglit-

She was afraid to speak,

Lest she might waken one she lov'd

Far better than her life,
For there was all a mother's love,

In that poor collier's wife,

With hands uplifted, see, she kneels

Beside the sufferer's bed; And prays that He will spare her boy,

And take herself instead !

She gets her answer from the child;

Soft fell these words from himMother, the angels do so smile, And beckon little Jim !

“I have no pain, dear mother, now,

But oh! I am so dry;
Just moisten poor Jim's lips again,

And, mother, don't you cry.”

With gentle trembling haste she held

The tea-cup to his lips;
He smiled, to thank her, as he took

Three little tiny sips.

66 Tell father when he comes from work,

I said good-night to him;
And mother, now I'll go to sleep:"-

Alas! poor little Jim.

She saw that he was dying

The child she lov'd so dear, Had utter'd the last words that

Might ever hope to hear.

The cottage door was open'd,

The collier's step was heard ; The mother and the father met,

Yet neither spake a word !

He knew that all was over

He knew his child was dead; He took the candle in his hand,

And walk'd towards the bed.

His quiv'ring lips gave token

Of grief he'd fain conceal;
And see! his wife has join'd him,

The stricken couple kneel !
With hearts bow'd down with sadness,

They humbly ask of Him,
In heaven, once more, to meet again,

Their own poor Little Jim.

SUNDAY LABOUR.

Estimated Number of Persons employed on the Lord's Day. Railway Servants

60,000 Post-Office Officials

20,000 Boatmen on Rivers and Canals, with their families 100,000 Cabmen and Persons connected with Omnibuses in London alone ..

24,000 Tobacconists, 209,000, Publicans and Beer Shopkeepers, 260,000

469,000 Bakers, Butchers, Greengrocers, Poulterers, General Shops,

Fishmongers, and Newsvendors, are generally open on some portion of the Lord's Day.

GLEANINGS.

FATHER MATHEW AND HIS CONVERTS.—Mr. Maguire, M.P., in his biography of Father Mathew, says that after the good priest had been speaking one day in Golden Lane, Barbican, to crowds of Irish, several hundreds knelt to receive the pledge, and among them the Duke of Norfolk, then Lord Arundel and Surrey. Father Mathew asked the Earl if he had given the subject sufficient reflection. " Ah! Father Mathew!” replied the noble convert, “ do you not know that I had the happiness to receive Holy Communion from you this morning at the altar of Chelsea Chapel ? I have reflected on the promise I am about to make, and I thank God for the resolution, trusting to the Divine goodness for grace to persevere.” Tears rolled down his cheeks as he uttered these words, with every evidence of genuine emotion. He then repeated the formula of the pledge. Faiher Mathew embraced him with delight, pronounced a solenin bendictions on him and his," and invested him with the medal. Mr. Maguire says that the earl continued faithful pledge, and “it was not until many years after that, at the com

cal advisers, he substituted moderation for total abstinence.” One vobleman upon whom his influence was less successful was Lord Brougham. “I drink very little wine," said his lordship,

only half a glass at luncheon and two half glasses at dinner; and though my medical advisers told me I should increase the quantity, I refused to do so.” They are wrong, my lord, for advising you to increase the quantity, and you are wrong in taking the small quantity you do, but I have hopes of you." And so his lordship was invested with the silver medal and ribbon. ** I will keep it,” said his lordship, " and take it 10 the House, where I shall be sure to meet old Lord the worse for liquor, and I will put it on him." He was as good as his word, and meeting the venerable peer, who was so celebrated for his potations, he said, “ Lord I have a present from Father Mathew for you," and passed the ribbon rapidly over his neck.

66 Then I tell you what it is, Brougham, I will keep sober for this night," and his lordship kept his vow, to the great amazement of his friends.

SUNDAY SCHOOLS AND BANDS OF HOPE.--Recently, in a letter, the Rev. W. Caine, M.A., said, in reply to a published letter from a Sundayschool teacher, appealing for more life and energy to be thrown into the Church of England Sunday-school system :-“ I wish to point out to your correspondent one cause of the great number of children in Dissenting schools. Most of the Sunday-schools conducted by Dissenters have Bands of Hope connected with them; whereas very few of the Church Sunday-schools in Manchester and its neighbourhood have these valuable auxiliaries. Parents, especially amongst the poor, even if they are fond of intoxicating drinks themselves, wish to see their children grow up with habits of sobriety, and they prefer to send them to Sunday-schools where the teachers take such an interest in the temporal and spiritual welfare of the youug immortals 'committed to their charge as to deny themselves the use of intoxicating drinks for their sake, and where the teachers form total abstinence societies for their scholars, which may be the means of rescuing some of them at least from the destruction to which they are exposed through the innumerable temptations placed in their way in the shape of gin-palaces, and public-houses, and beershops. The Church of England in this district is sadly behind the Dissenters as far as Bands of Hope are concerned. In a list now before me of bands of hope connected with the Manchester and Salford Band of Hope Union, out of 33 Bands of Hope only five or six belong to Church Sunday-schools. This ought not so to be. The national Church ought to be superior to every other religious body in every respect, and especially in care for the young, most of whom have been baptised by the Church clergy, but, alas! are afterwards in many instances neglected and unthought of by them. Let me most respectfully urge the clergy to form these useful societies, called Bands of Hope in their schools. They would see a marvellous change for the better amongst their scholars. Their number would in

and their manners would be improved, and they would give infinitely less trouble to their teachers than Sunday-school scholars do at present. A spirit of earnestness prevails in a school in which there is a flourishing Band of Hope.”

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