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to be nothing more than well-meaning, industrious common people. They are not dependantly poor, nor are they independently rich. They live comfortably and have always sufficient to satisfy their wants. Generally they are moral and religious, and occupy their leisure moments and their Sabbaths in improving their minds and hearts, and in contributing something to the welfare of society. Are these people happy? Do they live contentedly? As far as happiness is the lot of man here below, we think they do.

The writer has his mind fixed upon one case in which he thinks a good share of present contentment

and happiness abounds. With propriety may he be styled The Rich Poor Man. He has not much wealth, it is true. But he has competence; and what is far better, he has contentment. He has never yet wanted for the comforts of life, and his children never yet begged bread!

His home is the abode of taste and neatness. His small but well cultivated farm not only yields a full supply for himself and his family wants! But it shows the marks of industry, neatness and care, which are yearly expended upon it.

This property is the result of his own and his companion's frugality and labor. They early toiled faithfully and regularly, until they have now a home in which to spend quietly and peacefully the evening of their days, and rear their family for society and usefulness.

Their offspring are all well disposed. Having imbibed their parents frugal and industrious habits, they give early evidence of a disposition to put them in practice. They are thoughtful and upright. Disposed to read and reflect. They resign the midnight carousal to others, and spend their earnings in far more ennobling and improving pursuits.

Religion is a living characteristic in this family. Here God is feared and loved. Here the Saviour, as the way, the truth and the life, is known and appreciated. Here the Sabbath is kept holy as a day of sacred rest. And here all the institutions of religion, both private and public, are held in most sacred and solemn regard. If, now, the ways of wisdom are the ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are the paths of peace; then here, in this quiet, unobtrusive abode, is true peace to be found. And in the head of this humble household, in contrast with the hero of our first sketch, we have-A Rich Poor Man!

TEACHING BY EXAMPLE makes a more deep and lasting imdression than mere precept.


Wben is the time to die?
I seked the glad and happy child,
Whose bands were filled with flowers,
Whose silvery lauga rang free and wild
Among the vine wreath bowers ;
I crossed the sunny path, and cried,
· When is the time to die?"

Not yet! Not yet !" the child replied,
And swiftly bounded by.

I asked a maiden, as back she threw
The tresses of her bair:
Grief's traces o'er ber cheeks I knew,
Like pearls they glistened there ;
A flush passed o'er her lily brow,
I beard ber spirit sigb;
“Not now !" She cried; “Oh, no pot now !"
• Youth is not the time to die !"

I asked a mother, as she pressed
Her first born in her arms;
As gently on her tender breast
Sbe hushed her babe's alarms;
Io grieving tones ber answer came,
Her eyes were dim with tears :
My child its mother's life musi claim
For many, many years.

I questioned one in manhood's prime,
Of proud and fearless air,
His brow was furrowed not by time,
Or dimmed by woe or care ;
In angry accents he replied,
Add flashed with scorn his eye:

Talk not to me of death !" he cried, “ For, only age should die !''

I questioned age; for him the tomb
Had long been well prepared ;
But death, who withers youth and bloom,
This map of years had spared.
Once more bis nature's dying fire
Flashed bigh, as thus he cried-
“ Life, only life, is my desire !"
Then gasped, and groaned and died.

I asked a christian—"answer thou
When is the time of death?"
A holy calm was un his brow
And peaceful was his breath;
And sweetly o'er bis feature's stole
A smile, a light divine,
He spoke the language of his soul-

My master's time is mine.”



I DARE thee to forget me!

Go wander where thou wilt,
Thy hond upon the vessel's helm,

Or on the gabre's hilt;
Away! thou’rt free! o'er land and sen,

Go rush to danger's brink!
But oh, thou canst not fly from thought!

Thy curse will be to think !

Remember me! remember all

My long enduring love,
That link'd itself to perfidy;

The vulture and the dove!
Remember in thy utmost peed,

I dever once did shrink,
Bat clung to thee confidingly;

Tby course shall be-to think!

Then go! that thought will render thee

A dastard in the fight,
That thought, when thou art tempest.tost,

Will fill thee with affright;
In some vile dungeon mayst thou lie,

And, counting each cold link
That binds thee to captivity,

Thy curse shall be to think !

Go! seek the merry banquet-ball,

Where younger maidens bloom,
The thought of me sball make thee there

Endure a deeper gloom;
That thought shall turn the festive cup

To poison while you drink,
And while false smiles are on thy cheek,

Tby curse will be-to think !

Forget me! false one, hope it not!

When minstrels touch the string,
The memory of other days

Will gall thee while they sing;
The airs I used to love will make

Thy coward conscience shrink,
Aye, ev'ry note will have its sting-

Thy curse will be to think!

Forget me! No, that shall not be !

I'll haunt thee in tby sleep;
In dreams thou’lt cling to slimy rocks

That overhang the deep;
Thou'lt shrink for aid ! my feeble arm
Shall borl thee from the brink,

And when thou wak'st in wild dismay,
Thy curse will be to think !


A lean awkward boy came one morning to the door of the Principal of a celebrated school, and asked to see him. The servant eyed his mean clothes, and thinking he looked more like a beggar than anything else, told him to go around to the kitchen entrance. The boy did as he was bidden, and soon appeared at the back door. “I should like to see Mr. B.," he repeated.

“You want a breakfast more like," said the servant girl, “and I can give that without troubling him."

“ Thank you," said the boy, “I should have no objection to a bit of bread; but I should like to see Mr. B., if he can see me.”

“Some old clothes, may be, you want,” remarked the servant, again eyeing the boy's patched trowsers. I know he has none to spare;” and without regarding the boy's request, she went away about her work.

“Can I see Mr. B.?” again asked the boy, after finishing his bread and butter.

"Well, he's in the library; if he must be disturbed, he must; but he does like to be alone sometimes," said the girl in a peevish tone. She seemed to think it very foolish to admit such an ill-looking fellow into her master's presence; however, she wiped her hands, and bade him follow. Opening the library door, she said: Here's somebody, sir, who is dreadful anxious to see you, and so I let him in.'

I don't know how the boy introduced himself, or how he opened his business, but I know that after talking awhile, the Principal put aside the volume which he was studying, and took up some Greek books, and began to examine the newcomer. The examination lasted some time. Every question which the Principal asked, the boy answered as readily as could be.

“Upon my word, exclaimed the Principal, looking at the boy from head to foot over his spectacles, "you certainly do well. Why, my boy, where did you pick up so much ?”In my spare moments,' answered the boy.

Here he was, a poor, hard-working boy, with but few opportunities for schooling, yet almost fitted for college by simply improving his spare moments. Truly, are not spare moments “the gold dust of time ?" How precious they should be! What account can you give of your spare moments ? What can you show for them? Look and see.—This boy can tell you how very much can be laid up by improving them; and there are many, many other boys, I am afraid, in the jail, in the house of correction, in the forecastle of a whale ship, in the tippling shop, who, if you should ask them when they began their sinful courses, might answer,

in my spare moments. Temptation always hunts you out in small seasons like these, when you are not busy; he gets into your hearts, if he possibly can, in just such gaps. There he hides himself, planning all sorts of mischief. Take care of

your spare moments.

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So shouted a young man-one of a company of four or five standing on one corner of the square-to a like company standing on the opposite corner, in the dusk of the evening. “Any thing going on any where to-night ?" By this question the young man meant, of course, Is there any diversion going on any place—any play, any show, any sport, or perhaps any mischief, such as reckless young rowdies love to engage in? For these young men, and the large class like them in our towns and villages, have no higher idea of enjoyment than just such low pursuits. As soon as the work of the day is over, they are out to seek each other at the corners of the streets, and then the question is, Where is there some folly 'going on' that can engage us this evening. Thus evening after evening is spent by thousands of young men in various places, to no purpose whatever; yea, in a manner that is to them and to society, worse than in vain.

It is sad to reflect that these young men are soon to be citizens, husbands, parents !-and to them are to be entrusted, in part, at least, the interests of society. God has given them immortal minds capable of high cultivation and improvement; hearts to feel the most refined pleasures of social and religious society; in short, they are endowed with capacities by which they might wield a great moral influence in their generation; but all these considerations are without power to them. They treat them as the swine treat pearls, and turn around and call to each other, “Any folly going on any where to-night!"

As the question indicates, they are not particular as to the kind of employment they ask for. “Any thing!” Alas ! how many a young man has been ruined, just by having no care as to what should engage him. To be ready for any thing, is to be ready for ruin? Let it just once be known that a young

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