« PreviousContinue »
his travels in Ireland. I copy B. “Why, Sir,-why, Sir,it for the sake of the piece of I expect to be a Cardinal." good advice with which it ends, M. “Very good indeed; but and hope my young friends will what do you expect to be then?” attend to it:
B. (colouring deeply) “O, Mr. Moore, riding along one Sir, I am ashamed to tell you !”
I day, overtook a little boy, with M. “O! do tell me what you a package of old books under expect to be next ?”
B. “Why, Sir,-why, Sir,Moore. “Well, my fine boy, I expect I might be the Pope.” where are you going ?”
Well, my fine boy, and Boy. “Going to the large what do you expect to be next?” house yonder, Sir.”
B. The boy looked at Mr. M. “What are you going to Moore earnestly, his countenance do there!"
fell, and he answered, “ O, Sir! I Going to learn. I go to can then go no higher,-nothing school there."
else that I can be.” M. “And what do they teach M. “Then you must die; and you, my fine boy?”
if you love God, and serve Him, B. “They teach me Latin, you will rise higher, and be and Greek, and various things. happy with Him for ever. But
M. “ And what do you expect you might die before the time to be when you shall be edu- you expect to be priest, and cated ? What do you expect cardinal, and Pope; but if you your education to do for you ?” love God, all will be well. If
B. “I expect to be a priest, not, what will you do then? And like themselves.”
if you get the love of God in M. “And what do you expect your heart, if you become a priest to be then ?
it will make you a good priest; B. (smiling) “I expect to be if bishop, a good bishop; if a dean, Sir."
cardinal, a good cardinal; if Well, and my fine boy, Pope, a good Pope. And if you what do you expect to be then ?” have it not, you would not be
B. “I expect to be a bishop, happy, be what you may. But Sir.”
you may live and never rise to M. “A bishop! Very good. be what you desire; but if you But what do you expect to be love God, you will be happy in then ?"
whatsoever station in life your
lot may be cast, and happy for Sabbaths in gambling, rude ever."
play, and wild merriment. For They parted, and Mr. Moore two years she continued in this saw the little boy no more. course, nor abandoned a work
X. she loved so well till failing
health compelled her to resign
it into the hands of others. “WHERE THERE'S A WILL
Her efforts to bless and save THERE'S A WAY."
those boys were not confined to FACTORY girl, who had Sundays only. They engaged no position in the world, her spare time throughout the nor money in the bank, week.
This noble girl, and who was not remarkable for soon as the day's work was over, her strength of mind, had what took her way to the homes of is better far, a large heart-a the boys — if homes many of kind, loving, Christ-like spirit. their lodgings could be called. Seeing very many poor boys She knew them all—their sad employed in the foundries who, histories, their dangers and early corrupted by lessons of hardships; and by her Christian vice, could say, “No man careth principles, her winning ways, formy soul,” she had compassion and overflowing kindness, she on them. “I am but a poor gained an influence over them working girl," she said to her- which was followed by the self; “but I will try, in a loving happiest results. God owned spirit, if I can win them to God her labours. Several underwent and to what is good.”
a saving change. Some of those A noble resolution ! So soon whom this poor factory girl as formed, she sought to carry turned from the error of their it into practice, asking for and ways are now teaching Sabbathobtaining the use of a room schools, and adorning the docbelow the factory where she trine of God their Saviour. wrought. She opened it on a Sabbath in June, 1862; and ere
A CHILD'S GOOD-NIGHT. long had gathered in some forty lads, with ragged clothes
EAUTIFUL birds in your and dirty faces, from smoking
mossy nest, clubs and the back courts where Or to your nest swift taking they were wont to spend their
God keep you safe in your gentle 0, cry to God now! your prayer rest!
He will hear I, too, must sleep now, good
For the sake of Jesus ;-goodnight! good-night!
- The Rev. G. T. Coster. Beautiful flowers in the garden and
mead, That love to look up to the skies DR. MORRISON AND HIS of light,
" BEST FRIEND." I am sure you must all be weary indeed,
R. MORRISON, the wellYour eyes are all closing,-good
known Chinese Missionnight! good-night!
ary, was once a poor boy, Beautiful world, with your waters but he rose to do a great work fair,
in the world. His father, who Your trees of green and your belonged to the Great Market clouds of white,
Presbyterian congregation in Your golden sunshine and balmy Newcastle, was a last-maker, air,
and brought up little Morrison Good-bye for awhile, good
to the carpentering trade. When night! good-night!
a young man he had to work Father and mother, and sisters twelve to fourteen hours a day, fond,
but he still managed to redeem And brothers I love, may your time from sleep for study and dreams be bright,
prayer. On Saturday evening And friends in this land and the he might have been seen putting seas beyond,
in order the little shop, which May God bless you all,-good
was afterwards to be used for a night! good-night!
prayer-meeting. The desire to Sailors and fishermen out on the be a minister-especially a sea;
missionary to the heathen-grew Widows and orphans in sad, sad on his mind, and, after proper plight;
training, he was sent forth, To each may Jesus a Comforter be! the first Protestant missionary 0, He can comfort !--good-night! to the teeming millions of good-night!
China. And ye,
with never a friend a-near, The following incident in his Who think that joy has taken its journey, when he first set out for flight,
China, is worthy of record. He
travelled by way of America, and first visit to a foreign country the first night he stayed in New always charming, and the visit York he was placed, we are told, is rendered all the more interin an apartment where a little esting when the places to which child had already gone to sleep. you go are so full of celebrated Awaking in the morning, she works of art, both in painting turned as usual to talk to her and architecture, as the old city mother, but seeing a stranger of Antwerp. Some time since I where she expected to find her made, in company with some parents, she raised herself with friends, my first visit to this a look of alarm, and, fixing her city, with the intention, after a eyes steadily on his face, she short stay there, of going on to said, “Man, do you pray to Cologne for a trip up the Rhine, God ?” “O, yes ! my dear,” was so renowned for the beauty of the reply, “I pray to Him every its scenery. day. God is my best Friend.” It was early in the afternoon She then laid her head back on that we left London, in the her pillow and again fell asleep, steamer “ Baron Osy," for as if she felt there could be no Antwerp, and slowly steamed danger, even in her being alone down the Thames under charge in the room with the traveller, of a pilot. As the day closed we if he prayed.
left the land behind us, and began to feel the motion of the open sea.
Most of our party A VISIT TO ANTWERP were pretty good sailors, so that AND THE RHINE. we stayed on deck and enjoyed
the sea-breeze until it was quite T does not take long to go dark. Next morning found us
across from London to the entering the River Scheldt.
Continent; a few hours' Antwerp is situated some miles voyage by steamer, and you are from the mouth of the river, there. But how different at and the view from the vessel once from England is all around as we proceed up the stream you! The style of the build- is by no means picturesque. ings, the dress of the people, Indeed, in the dull gray of the and their speech, all tell us that early morning it is quite cheerwe are no longer at home. This less. The banks are very low, novelty and freshness make the and the country generally flat,
with very few trees, and these river, and enter the busy port. often but straggling poplars. The steamer threads her way The only objects which enliven among the shipping, and comes
alongside the quay.
Before landing we are obliged to submit our portmanteaus and boxes to the inspection of the Custom - House officers. This done, we are free to go on shore. We had breakfasted on board the steamer, while coming up the river, so that after leaving the luggage at our hotel we immediately sally forth to see the town.
One of the first things that catch the attention of the English visitor to Antwerp, is the quaintness of the Flemish costume. The women here wear curiously-shaped caps, with lace borders, and straw - bonnets which put me in mind of the
tall hats worn by the Welsh. the scene are the numerous The white caps and singular windmills, whose sails are slowly bonnets give the wearers moving round as they are striking appearance. Here is a caught by the light air of the morning.
The first sign of our nearing Antwerp is a distant view of the spire of its celebrated Cathedral. For some time before reaching the city this beautiful and lofty object can be seen towering like a great landmark above the sketch of two Flemish women, level country. At length we showing varieties of head-dress. round a sharp bend of the You will see that one has a very