"and, there Bob trembled, and got a little nearer to the ruler. He had a momentary idea of knocking Scrooge down with it, holding him, and calling for help. "A merry Christmas, Bob!" said Scrooge, with an earnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped him on the back. "A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you for many a year! I'll raise your salary, and endeavor to assist your struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon. Make up the fires and buy another coal scuttle before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit!" Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset. His own heart laughed, and that was quite enough for him. - CHARLES DICKENS. THE SISTER OF CHARITY She once was a lady of honor and wealth; She felt in her spirit the summons of grace Lost ever to fashion, to vanity lost, That beauty that once was the song and the toast; Those feet that to music could gracefully move Now bear her alone on the mission of love; Those hands that once dangled the perfume and gem Are tending the helpless or lifted for them; That voice that once echoed the song of the vain Now whispers relief to the bosom of pain; And the hair that was shining with diamond and pearl Is wet with the tears of the penitent girl. Her down-bed - a pallet; her trinkets — a bead; And the feast is forsaken for fasting and prayer. Yet not to the service of heart and of mind Unshrinking where pestilence scatters his breath, Behold her, ye worldly! behold her, ye vain! Ye lazy philosophers, self-seeking men; Ye fireside philanthropists, great at the pen; This world is all a fleeting show, - THOMAS MOORE. SAINT AUGUSTINE AND THE ENGLISH Nothing is known of Augustine's history previous to the solemn days in which, in obedience to the commands of the pontiff, who had been his abbot, he and his forty comrades tore themselves from the motherly bosom of that community which was to them as their native land. He must, as prior of the monastery, have exhibited distinguished qualifications ere he could have been chosen by Gregory for such a mission. But there is nothing to show that his companions were at that time animated with the same zeal which inspired the Pope. They arrived without hindrance in Provence, and stopped for some time at Lerins, where they received frightful accounts of the country which they were going to convert. They were told that the Anglo-Saxon people were a nation of wild beasts, thirsting for innocent blooda race whom it was impossible to approach or conciliate. They took fright at these tales; and persuaded Augustine to return to Rome to beseech the Pope to relieve them from a journey so toilsome, so perilous, and so useless. Instead of listening to their request, Gregory sent Augustine back to them with a letter in which they were ordered to recognize him henceforth as their |