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some good food to eat, God may be intending to give his soul the beard of life.”

Those were good thoughts, and they came from God. Lina had taken the proper course, and, instead of trying to bear her burdens alone, and carry out her plans by her human strength, she had taken them all to God.

The end of my story will show that with Liria, as with all good children, “ they that put their trust in the Lord shall never be confounded.

The Power of a Hymn.
N China, a gentleman who was intrusted with

packages for a young man from his friends
in the United States, learned that he
would probably be found in a certain
gambling-house. He went thither, but
not seeing the young man, sat down in
the hope that he might come in. The
place was a bedlam of noises, men get-
ting angry over their cards, and frequent-

ly coming to blows. Near him sat two men-one young, the other forty years of age. They were betting and drinking in a terrible way—the older one giving utterance continually to the foulest profanity. Two games had been finished, the young man losing each time. The third game, with fresh bottles of brandy, had just begun, and the young man sat lazily back in his chair while the oldest shuffled his cards. The man was a long time dealing the cards, and the young man looking carelessly about the room, at length began to hum a tune. He went on, till, at length, he began to sing the hymn of Phoebe Cary, beginning,


One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er.



Give me your

The words, says the writer of the story, repeated in such a vile place, at first made me shudder. A Sabbath-school hymn in a gambling den! But while the young man sang, the elder stopped dealing the cards, stared at the singer a moment, and, throwing the cards on the floor, exclaimed, L“Harry, where did you learn that tune?" " What tune?" Why, that one you've been singing." The young man said he did not know what he had been singing, when the elder repeated the words, with tears in his eyes, and the young man said he had learned them in a Sun. day-school in America. “ Come," said the elder, getting up; "come, Harry; here's what I won from you ; go and use it for some good purpose.

As for me, as God sees me, I have played my


game, and drunk my last bottle. I have misled you, Harry, and I am sorry. hand, my boy, and say that for old America's sake, if for no other, you will quit this infernal business.”

The gentleman who tells the story (originally published in the Boston Daily News) saw these two men leave the gambling-house together, and walk away arm in arm ; and he remarks,-“It must be a source of great joy to Miss Cary to know that her lines, which have comforted so many Christian hearts, have been the means of awakening in the breasts of two tempted and erring men on the other side of the globe a resolution to lead a better life.” It was a source of great joy to Miss Cary, as we happen to know. Before us lies a private letter from her to an aged friend in this city, with the printed story enclosed, iand containing this comment,-“ I enclose the hymn and the story for you, not because I am vain of the notice, but because I thought you would feel a peculiar interest in them when


knew the hymn was written eighteen years ago in your house I composed it in the little back third-story bedroom, one Sun.

day morning, after coming from church; and it makes me very happy to think that any word I could say has done a little good in the world.”Tribune.

The Months and Remarkable Days.

EPTEMBER truly meaneth seventh month,

although it is actually the ninth. It was
formerly the seventh, when the year be-
gan in March, and not in January as at
present. Several efforts were made to
get a new name for it, but the old name
would not give way; it is often a difficult
thing to change a name; somehow the
old one will stick: It is the same with re-

putation. “ Give a dog a bad name and hang him” is an old saying that contains a good lesson. If you get a bad name, it is difficult to exchange it for a good one. Try to begin well, get a good name for truthfulness, honesty, industry, punctuality, and other virtues, and try to keep it.

The Anglo-Saxons called it gerst-monath, that is, gristmonth, the month in which the barley, the chief corn of the Anglo-Saxons, was gathered home—the harvest home. It is still the principal month for gathering the corn crops, as well as many of the best fruits of our land. The song of

will have ceased, and the heavily-laden wain will move slowly "homeward with its precious load. I hope that real gratitude will move the hearts of all when “Harvest Home” comes.

The most noted day in this month is Michaelmas, a day set apart in honour of St. Michael, an old Romish saint. Michaelmas Day is the 29th of September. Although formerly a festival in the Church, and still recognised as such


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by the Roman Catholics, yet it is more noted as a term day, on which to pay rents, change houses, and such like. We are not able to tell our readers much about St. Michael. Like

many others of the saints he appears to have favoured Cornwall with his visits. In Mount's Bay, between the Land's End and Lizard's Point, is a rocky elevation called St. Michael's Mount. The ghost of St. Michael is said to have been seen on the top of this rock; and a projection at one corner is called St. Michael's chair. There is an old chapel or religious house on the top of it. This hill stands a short distance from the shore, and at high water it is surrounded by the sea. A similar hill rising from a sandy plain, called by the same name, is to be seen in the northwest of France.

Besides Michaelmas Day, the Roman Catholics observe the 8th of September as the birthday of the Virgin Mary, Mother of the Lord Jesus Christ; and, on the 21st, they celebrate the birth of Matthew the disciple of Christ.

Hettie and the Peach.


E a good girl, Hettie," said Mrs. Wil

liams, as she closed the door and passed into the street.

“Yes, mamma, was the reply of a girl of eight summers, left to take care of herself awhile, as her mamma went to make calls.

By-and-by Hettie was alone, and she

began to think it a good opportunity to take one of the peaches that had been put away till her brother Edward should return home from school. “ It is true, papa gave me several when he brought them home, and I promised mamma not to touch anything; but I shall take only one," argued the child ; nobody will know the difference; there will be plenty left for Edward.” Her first move was to look into the pantry; but not finding them, she opened a closet where her mamma kept china, and there found the fruit dish with the peaches. A still small voice wispered, Don't touch' them; it is wrong." But Only one,” was the girl's argument. So, climbing on a chair, her hand was raised to the bowl, when her foot slipped, and down came Hettie, fruit dish, and peaches, all upon the floor.

She was too much hurt to get up immediately, and when she did, it was to see her mamma's china dish broken in pieces. What could she do? To tell a lie would be dreadful; besides, her parents would be sure to find it out, and then both the sin and disgrace would be upon her. “Oh that I had obeyed mamma, and kept my word too; then I should be so happy.

Hettie had scarcely gathered up the broken china when she heard footsteps in the hall. She closed the cupboard door, and seating herself, tried to appear composed,

“ Has any one been in?" asked Mrs. Williams.

“ No one,” replied Hettie, still keeping her eyes fixed upon

her doll's dress, which she was changing. It was nearly tea-time, and the little girl trembled every moment least something should call her mamma to the cupboard.

The afternoon wore away; tea was over, and no one discovered that a piece of china had been broken. But the longer the delay, the more uneasiness to Hettie ; for her fault must come to light; it must, and it would. As she went to her room for the night, she attempted to pray as usual, but it gave her no relief; the consciousness of sin was upon her, and any effort to pray only brought what she had done more vividly before her. She sometimes felt for a moment that she would go to her mamma and tell her frankly all about it, and ask her forgiveness. But how

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