Vain were our efforts to subdue
The wild devouring flame;
Its dreadful way it did pursue,
And awful was the scene to view,
While sad our lot became:

Of escape but one chance did remain-
To launch our long-boat on the main.
*Quickly each took his place therein,
Amid confusion
dire;

With hopes of soon some port to win,
To steer our boat we did begin,

And left the ship on fire.

Soon my first did through the gloom appear,
H And all our hearts did greatly cheer.

The inmates of my second heard
Our sad despairing cries;

They launch'd the life-boat on the surge,
And towards us its way did urge,

Beneath the darksome skies;
While the billows did loudly roll,
They took us safely to my whole.-H. M.

4. EEAANNYVGRB-a town of Monmouthshire. Here are the ruins of a castle, a large Gothic church which formerly belonged to a priory, and a free-school founded by Henry VIII.

5. EEBNRAHTY a town of Scotland, formerly the seat of the Pictish kings, and the see of a bishop; the church is supposed to have been a cathedral. Here may be seen an antique tower, seventy-four feet high, and forty-eight in circumference; as well as a manufacture of linen.

6. AAAAABCSSTLN-a town of Mexico, in the province of Vera Paz, situate on a river of the G. M. F. G.

same name.

13. Lisa Moth Merl.
14. Jesso Ann Holmn.
B. T. G. C.

11. Crested screamer.

24. Potoo.

GEOGRAPHICAL TRANSPOSITIONS.

1. KLBAAA-a town of Siberia, famous for an image of the Virgin.

2. LLEEBBAIVa town of France, famous for its manufactures of soap, canvas, coarse linen, and woollen cloth.

3. Sentinel (or Watchman).

4. Contentment-humility-repentance-infant

-sobriety-time-independence

affection

nativity-immortality-throne-youth-CHRIS

TIANITY.

5. Balm-oral-lamb-moral-BALMORAL.

ANSWER TO PRACTICAL PUZZLE, NO. XVII.

DOUBLE the cardboard or leather lengthways down the middle, and then cut it first to the right, nearly to the end (the narrow way), and then to 3. AAYWNCOREB-a town of Wales, where the left, and so on to the end of the card; then may be seen, on a rocky promontory, the massive open it, and cut down the middle, except the two remains of a castle, formerly one of the most mag-ends. The diagram shows the proper cuttings, nificent structures of the kind in the kingdom; it By opening the card or leather, a person may pasa is surrounded by a wall with towers. through it!

EDITED BY HERR HARRWITZ.

PROBLEM No. XX.-BY W. GRIMSHAW, of York.-White to move, and Checkmate in five Moves.

GAME No. XX.-Played at Liverpool, between MR. MILNE and MR. RICHARDS, the latter playing blindfold.

FRANK MEANWELL;

OR,

MISTAKEN PURPOSES.

CHAPTER IX.

weed which chanced to cumber the earth over which its tendrils, torn and bruised, were cast for some heartworthy thing; or worse, perchance, like that plant, dwarfed by its unnatural deprivation, the wounded heart has no more energy to search for estimable objects of regard, and is deformed and stunted in the development of its affections. Nor hastily, nor harshly, should men judge those who have been through their desolate lives deprived of the stimulus to goodness, which is found in family joys, and the pleasures of the home-circle; but rather seek, by gentleness and love to all, to bind all hearts in the soft chain of affection, so that the intellect may never harshly or wilfully go wrong.

placing the box which contained his little all upon the steps, sat down and wept.

THE natural attitude of the young is dependence and trustfulness; dependence on others for physical support and preservation, and trustfulness in that goodness and kindness which is never completely and hopelessly banished from the human heart, but which remains ever as an inward mark, testifying from whose hands humanity originally came. Through all our lives, we remember the happiness which The moonlight was fading into the grey arose from this confidence in others, and dawn of the morning, when Frank closed that feeling seems to form the broad light the door of the house gently behind him. in the back-ground of those pictures of It had an ominous and solemn sound. Like our infancy, which we hang around the the good-bye of a friend, who leaves his innermost shrines of memory. And the native land, perhaps never to return, it sumweary labourer in the world's broad har- moned up a crowd of tender recollections vest-field, when fainting in his work, cum--sweet, sorrowful thoughts; and Frank, bered by the dust of deceit, and parched by the hot breezes of suffering and disappointment, turns again with fonduess to Once again the poor boy was houselessthese reminiscences of early days, and houseless! He had come forth from all that finds refreshing influences in the very tears had connected him with the past; from a which well up from his heart, stimulated happy home, from a kind and nobleby such hallowing regrets. The remem- hearted benefactor, from affectionate friends, brance of a happy home in childhood sheds and from a nameless happiness he thought a sacred light over maturer life, and creates dearer than them all. He had come forth, an ever recurring and elevating desire after like the patriarch of old, not knowing the innocence of that pleasant time. Pre- whither he went, nor thinking whither to cious, indeed, for after years are memories go. For fear that he should waver in his of a gentle mother, of a father's dignified determination (which he was impressed was and far-seeing love, and of the holy affec- founded on a grateful sense of love for Mr. tions which grow up in the sanctuary of a Keen, the happiness of whose family he happy home!-precious to cherish in the grieved to think he had disturbed) he had heart as the fountain of feeling, and doubly not allowed himself to think upon anyprecious to the intellect, the centre of the thing but the single idea of escaping withwill; precious to the boy, the man, and out the knowledge of his benevolent guarthe patriarch; to the girl, the matron and dian. As in the month which was just the grandame. But if even the remembrance about to open, the heath-bell still blosbe so valued amidst the hurry of the crowded somed on the bleak hill sides, and lingered world, when feeling is too apt to be over- with its summer colouring amidst scattered whelmed in the press of action, how great leaves, so, in Frank's heart, amid his faded must be that calamity which tears the young joys and withered hopes, gratitude bloomed heart from the source of such memories- sweetly in his chilled heart. He estimated from its natural supports-from the centre the surgeon's disposition by his own, and of its very being! Like the climbing plant, felt that Mr. Keen would never consent to plucked from the object to which it clung, his abrupt departure; but, on the other it either dies repining for a support round hand, he was sensible, by that instinct which to twine, or mistakes some noxious which seems to enable the young to sieze

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correct conclusions without the process of reasoning, that if he remained he must inevitably be a cause of family dissensions, and a source of increasing difficulties. His thankful breast revolted at the thought. His pride, or rather the consciousness of his own upright intentions to work out a grateful return to Mr. Keen for his good-part, was too dear to him to be sacrificed ness towards him, had been wounded moreover, and the suspicion that he might one day come to be considered a burden or a stumbling-block in the surgeon's family, stung him acutely, and rivetted the strange resolution of the boy.

his father's fate, and wander out to the dark river, where the shivering spirits of the drowned whispered and moaned through the archways of the yawning bridges. But the cloud passed, and the gloomy fancy with it. The future in which Frank had resolved worthily and religiously to act his

But he had never looked beyond the actual going.

Frank wept bitterly, but not despairingly. He had already been schooled by affliction and suffering, nor were the lessons useless. He wept as if his heart would break; but it was not long before he turned, with wisdom fitting a more matured mind, from sorrowing on the past, to the pressing questions of the present and the future. Whither?

His father, like himself, was an only child, and he had therefore no uncles, aunts, or cousins, on his father's side, to whom he might appeal. His mother's relatives, not approving of her marriage, had stood aloof from Mr. Meanwell, and Frank was ignorant even of their names. Besides, he knew that Mr. Keen had applied to them, but without any result. There were no relations then to whom he could go.

thus; and he felt that even his sorrows
were sacred treasures with which he could
not part. The thought which had come
over him was very horrible, and he prayer-
fully expressed his thanksgiving when it
was gone; and his mind then returned to
the consideration of the great difficulty of
his entrance into life, and what was imme-
diately to be done.
Whither?

The schoolmaster under whose tuition
he had lately been, would, perhaps, receive
him, and in return, he thought, he could
assist him in some way or other, as moni-
tor to the youngest of his pupils, At first
the idea looked promising, but it was ban-
ished summarily, as soon as Frank remem-
bered how near he would be to his adopted
home, and how his presence would appear
to reproach the conduct of his guardian.
A still more plausible plan suggested itself
in connexion with his friend Mr. Yardley,
who still continued to manage the shop
(Mr. Capel having found it necessary to
recal the notice he had given); but for the
same reason which had negatived the
previous proposition, he decided against
making any application to that gentleman.
No, he would go quite away.
Whither?

The night blew chilly along the street, and sent the yellow clouds in weird and changing forms across the moon, throwing quick shadows upon the pavement, like Perhaps, he thought, he might be useful robed mourners hurrying away. Fitful as to Dr. Lyon in the school he had lately the changing light were the fancies of the visited, at Rochester. He would tell him lonely boy, as he sat tearfully on his little of the prizes he had gained, and ask him box, planning his future. He thought of to let him live with him. The night wind Isabel, and how he would work and strive, seemed to blow colder when Frank thought and come back a man, worthy of her and of the precise Doctor, with his high collars, her love. Dreamy and indistinct happiness and blue chin; but he flattered himself that lay far in the plain that seemed to stretch the idea was a practical one, and that he out before him, but there appeared gates of was ready and willing to contend with all iron at the entrance to the valley. Ever the difficulties with which he could meet. at the outset of his planning, the difficulty There were thousands of ways, thought presented itself-Whither should he go? the desolate, but courageous boy, in which How should he strive? He sought in vain he could make himself useful, and he for a reply. would start at once. "Come along," said he to his little box, as if speaking to a companion, 'you and I have a long journey before us." So saying, he lifted

Whither?

Sometimes, when a thicker cloud shut out the light, a thought would rest upon

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"Let's have no preaching; come, give us the box," said one of the lads; and led by the speaker, they immediately seized the box, and tumbling Frank on the ground, started off with their prize. They had not gone more than a few yards, however, when the leader of the gang felt himself seized by the shoulder, and the box firmly lifted from his grasp. The person who had thus come to the rescue appeared to have overheard a part of the previous conversation, for he said, on restoring the box to Frank:

the burden to his shoulders, and walked | Frank, naively, "as to take my clothes quickly in the direction of Gracechurch from me to sell them?" Street, remembering that the coach started from an inn (once celebrated in coaching annals) named the Spread Eagle, in that locality. From thence he knew his way over London Bridge into the Kent Road, and then, he fancied, there would be no further difficulty. The distance never entered his mind till he arrived at London Bridge, when the box he carried became a serious load, and the difficulties of his undertaking began to present themselves to him. At the same time, as he rested there, he began to be pestered by a crowd of dirty, rude, and badly-clothed boys, who hustled him about, and attempted more than once to separate him from his little treasure. Frank mildly remonstrated with them, but was only laughed at, and finding them grow more daring in their conduct, he, as quickly as he was able, trudged on his way along the Kent Road, followed by the ragged crowd, who continued to interrupt his course, and to annoy him in every way they could.

It was yet early morning, and few persons were upon the road, but here and there waggons and carts were slowly rolling along, loaded with vegetables for the market of the great city. To some of the sleepy waggoners Frank applied for assistance, but was told to fight his own battles, for said they," May be you are as thief as the rest of them."

bad a young
Matters had gone on from bad to worse,
and the young rascals had become so violent
that poor Frank, before he had travelled
another mile, was brought to a stand-still,
and resolved to capitulate. With this view
he sat down upon his box, at the corner of
a street, and inquired from his persecutors
what they required of him. They at first
were abashed by the manner in which the
question was asked, but in a moment after-
wards gained confidence, encouraged by
each other, and coolly informed him that
they wished to share among them the con-
tents of the box that he had with him. In
reply, Frank assured them innocently that
nothing in the box but a few
clothes, and two or three books, none of
which would be of any use to them.

there was

"But we could sell them," said one.
"Or pawn them," said another.
"And would you be so wicked," said

"I like thy preaching well, my young friend, and I hope that thou wilt always so keep thy temper before thine enemies."

The speaker was a dark-haired young man, rather below the average height, with a singularly placid expression of countenance, which had been in no degree disturbed by the incident which had just occurred. Turning to where Frank's tormentors stood, he said quietly, "You had better go home, boys, lest you get into trouble." Then addressing himself to the lad from whom he had rescued the box, he added, "I shall know thy face again, and it will be well if it does not come to be known to those who will deal more hardly with thee." Paying little attention to the words of Frank, who was rapidly murmuring thanks, the man inquired how he fell into such society, to which Frank briefly replied by describing what had occurred on London Bridge, and on his passage along the road.

The quaker, for he appeared by his dress to belong to the Society of Friends, listened attentively, and then said:

"I do not wish to possess myself of thy secrets, my young friend, but I cannot conceive why one so well attired should be forced to turn tramp on the road. Perhaps thou art running away from a severe master at school?"

"No," answered Frank with difficulty, the crimson blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Well, I do not ask thee to tell thy story, except so far as to answer me whether thou hast had any breakfast."

Frank replied that he had not.

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Then thou mayest share mine with me, and I will help thee to carry thy burden till my father's gig overtakes me." So saying, he took from his pocket a paper