"I have a case for you, ladies. Ned is very sick." "Has liquor anything to do with it ?"

No, not at all. He has pneumonia, but his old drinking has so ruined his stomach it will go hard with him."

His nurse told us he thought he would die, and constantly exclaimed: "My wasted life! my wasted life! God cannot forgive it." He would fear to die, and pray to live to redeem his past; then he would fear to live, and pray to be taken away from temptation. So wore on a week, and then he gave up self and grew calm in Christ.

One Sunday he said his mother was in the room and wondered we could not see her, and with a smile on his face, and "mother" on his lips he passed beyond.

As I came out of the house one of his whilom associates, sober and sad, took off his hat and asked, "Is it all over?"

Impressed with the vast meaning of these two little words, I bowed and answered back:

"All over!"

With a voice full of pathos he said:
"The dear fellow is all right now.

saloons up there."

There are no

I walked on, repeating to myself: "No saloons up there! Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." BALTIMORE METHODIST.

THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL.

ir was a starry night in June, the air was soft and still When the "minute-men" from Cambridge came and gathered on the hill;

Beneath us lay the sleeping town, around us frowned the

fleet,

But the pulse of freemen, not of slaves, within our bosoms beat;

And every heart rose high with hope, as fearlessly we

said,

"We will be numbered with the free, or numbered with the dead!"

"Bring out the line to mark the treach, and stretch it on the sward!"

The trench is marked, the tools are brought, we utter not a word,

But stack our guns, then fall to work with mattock and with spade,

A thousand men with sinewy arms, and not a sound is made,

So still were we, the stars beneath, that scarce a whisper

fell;

We heard the red-coat's musket click, and heard him cry, "All's well!”

See how the morn is breaking! the red is in the sky! The mist is creeping from the stream that floats in silence by;

The "Lively's" hull looms through the fog, and they our works have spied,

For the ruddy flash and round-shot part in thunder from her side;

And the "Falcon" and the "Cerberus" made every bosom thrill

With gun and shell, and drum and bell, and boatswain's whistle shrill;

But deep and wider grows the trench, as spade and mattock ply,

For we have to cope with fearful odds, and the time is drawing nigh!

Up with the pine-tree banner! Our gallant PRESCOTT stands

Amid the plunging shells and shot, and plants it with his hands;

Up with the shout! for PUTNAM comes upon his reeking

bay,

With bloody spur and foaming bit, in haste to join the

fray.

But thou whose soul art glowing in the summer of thy

years,

Unvanquishable WARREN, thou, the youngest of thy

peers,

Wert born and bred, and shaped and made, to act a patriot's part,

And dear to us thy presence is as heart's blood to the heart.

Hark! from the town a trumpet! The barges at the

wharf

Are crowded with the living freight; and now they're pushing off;

With clash and glitter, trump and drum, in all its bright

array,

Behold the splendid sacrifice move slowly o'er the bay! And still and still the barges fill, and still across the deep, Like thunder clouds along the sky the hostile transports

sweep.

And now they're forming at the Point; and now the lines advance :

We see beneath the sultry sun their polished bayonets glance;

We hear anear the throbbing drum, the bugle-challenge

ring;

Quick bursts and loud the flashing cloud, and rolls from wing to wing;

But on the height our bulwark stands, tremendous in its gloom,

As sullen as a tropic sky, and silent as a tomb.

And so we waited till we saw, at scarce ten rifles' length, The old vindictive Saxon spite, in all its stubborn strength;

When sudden, flash on flash, around the jagged rampart burst

From every gun the livid light upon the foe accursed. Then quailed a monarch's might before a free-born people's ire;

Then drank the sward the veteran's life, where swept the yeoman's fire.

Then, staggered by the shot, we saw their serried columns

reel

And fall, as falls the bearded rye beneath the reaper's

steel;

And then arose a mighty shout that might have waked the dead,—

Hurrah! they run! the field is won! Hurrah! the foe is fled !"

And every man hath dropped his gun to clutch a neighbor's hand,

As his heart kept praying all the while for home and native land.

Thrice on that day we stood the shock of thrice a thousand foes,

And thrice that day within our lines the shout of victory

rose;

And though our swift fire slackened then, and, reddening in the skies,

We saw from Charlestown's roofs and walls the flamy columns rise,

Yet while we had a cartridge left we still maintained the fight,

Nor gained the foe one foot of ground upon that bloodstained height.

What though for us no laurels bloom, and o'er the nameless brave

No sculptured trophy, scroll nor hatch records a warrior grave?

What though the day to us was lost? Upon that death

less page

The everlasting charter stands for every land and age!

For man hath broke his felon bonds and cast them in the dust,

And claimed his heritage divine, and justified the trust;

While through his rifted prison bars the hues of freedom

pour,

O'er every nation, race and clime, on every sea and shore, Such glories as the patriarch viewed, when, 'mid the darkest skies,

He saw above a ruined world the Bow of Promise rise. F. S. COZZENS.

PROOF POSITIVE.

I STEPPED into my room one day
And saw some children there at play.
I sought my little girl and found her
With half a dozen youngsters round her;
And from the way she slapped her rule,
I knew that they were "playing school."

A murmur through the school-room ran,
A smile pervaded every feature,

"He must be a committeeman!"

They loud exclaimed-" he kissed the teacher !"

ANCIENT AND MODERN ORATORY.

SPEECH is a Divine gift bestowed upon man. It is the natural method of communicating thought between rational beings. All nations have recognized its power and sought its aid. Monarchs have been elevated and dethroned, constitutions have been modeled and remodeled, wars have been instigated, and the yokes of tyrants have been forever broken by its power.