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earth, and who shall say that Himsel is not here beside us twa, come to this poor place more for the daft lad's sake than oor ain ?"

And thus these lowly women talked of Him whom their souls loved, their hearts burning within them as they talked.

When the morrow's sun arose, granny," unwilling to disturb the weary Yeddie, left her poor pillow to perform his humble tasks. She brought peat from the stack, and water from the spring. She spread her humble table, and made her “porritch ;” and then, remembering that he went supperless to bed, she called him from the foot of the ladder. There was no reply. She called again and again, but there was no sound above, but the wind whistling through the openings in the thatch. She had not ascended the rickety ladder for years ; but anxiety gave strength to her limbs, and she soon stood in the poor garret which had long sheltered the half-idiot boy. Before a rude stool, half sitting, half kneeling, with his head resting on his folded arms, she found Yeddie. She laid her hand upon his head, but in. stantly recoiled in terror. The heavy iron crown had been lifted from his brow, and, while he was sleeping, had been replaced with the crown of the ransomed, which fadeth not away. Yeddie had caught a glimpse of Jesus, and could not live apart from Him. As he had supped, so he had slept-with Him.

A deep awe fell on the parish and the minister at this evident token that Christ had been among them ; and the funeral of the idiot boy was attended from far and wide. A solemnity rarely seen was noticed there, as if a great loss had fallen on the community, instead of the parish having been relieved of a burden. Poor "


was not left alone in her cot; for He who had come thither after that last supper with Yeddie, was with her, even to the end.-Baptist Messenger.

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The Fisherman's Sou.
GENTLEMAN, walking on the beach,
came across a little boy sitting on the
road all by himself, looking out on the
great ocean.
“You like the sea, my boy? do you not ???

Yes, sir ; and I hope to follow it when I get bigger.”

“ It is a hard life, besides being dangerous,” said the gentleman.

Yes, sir; but Jesus Christ went to sea, and He knows the dangers; and sometimes He preached out of a ship. I am sure he loves sailors," said the boy.

“ But that will not hinder you from meeting with storms, and perhaps getting shipwrecked.”

"Jesus Christ rules the winds and the waves. He stopped a storm once.”

He does not now,” said the gentleman.

No, sir ; but He will help us to trust in Him: and, if we hold on to Him, nothing can much harm us,” said the

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“You might be drowned.”

Yes, sir." The boy stopped. “But, you know, my soul'would then fly up to God; and it is all fair weather up there.”

“Why, my little man, you are quite a preacher !” said the gentleman.

“Father and I often talk these things over,” said the little boy ; “and when he has gone out fishing, and leaves me all alone at home, they are company for me.”

“The sweet, quiet, happy face of the little fellow pleased me,” said the gentleman : “and I felt that he had the best of company."

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The Capture of the Eaglet.


F the eagle there are many varieties. The

golden eagle is the largest and noblest of these. Its length is three feet, the extent of its wings seven.

All the varieties are fierce and destructive. Hares,

lambs, fawns, grouse, curlews, and plo101

vers are seized and devoured by them. Kods

The inhabitants of the mountainous dis004

tricts which they inhabit, stand in awe of them, and often resort to ingenious and dangerous means to capture and destroy them. In the Orkney Islands there is a law which entitles any person that kills an eagle to a hen out of every house in the parish in which the plunderer is killed. In the county of Sutherland alone, in three years, one hundred and seventy-one old birds, with fifty-three young and eggs, were destroyed. If this war of extermination be continued, the period must arrive when we shall look in vain for this singular ornament of our Northern landscapes. Even children have been carried off by eagles to furnish a feast for the eaglets in their nests on their lofty eyries. Even men, who have robbed the nests of the eaglets, have been attacked and destroyed by the parent birds.

If all adults and juveniles were as zealous in attempting to subdue pride, anger, selfishness, and other evils, as mountaineers are to destroy eagles and eaglets, what happy homes and a blessed world there would be ! T. B.

The Eirl who took care of ber Mother.

H dear! how my head does ache, and

my heart aches sadly too. I wonder if I shall ever laugh like other girls! It is very wearisome to sit here knitting whilst all the others are at play, or enjoying themselves. But what am I doing? I must not murmur when I have so much to be thankful for !” And the

speaker brushed the rebellious ideas away, and tried to smile, but it was a very poor attempt at smiling. It was something like the pale ray the sun sends down on a cold winter's day, contrasted with the joyous beams of a bright summer's morn. Little Mary Jones's life to all appearance had not much sunshine in it; she had no father, but a very wicked mother, who loved vile spirits better than anything else, even more than her only child. Mary went to the village school, but none of the girls would associate with her ; indeed, they considered it as much a disgrace to be Mary's friend as they would to have been her mother's. When Annie Gordon first came to the village she pitied Mary very much, and would sit and read to her whilst she knitted ; but when the girls made taunting remarks about her being the friend of old drunken dame Jones's daughter,” she began to shun Mary, and on the morning when we first introduce Mary to our young friends, Annie had joined for the first time in making fun of Mary and her mother. The lessons were over, and whilst Mary sat in one corner of the large school-room working for her bread, the others were enjoying themselves. The neighbours said they “did not like Mary's way of never looking any one in the face,” and “she must be always thinking something bad, or she would look up like other honest folks.” It was quite true that Mary seldom had the

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