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dwelling; a bower of southern roses was trained to overshadow him; and there, amid fragrance and beauty, and the hum of bees, and the song of birds, he sleeps well; there, where his mother's eye overlooks him, as it once did in his cradle, and she “mourns not as those without hope.”
But he had not to remain in the land of blessedness long alone. He had a sister, the youngest sister of the family, the darling and pet lamb of her parents. I sit and see her now! She rises before me, so mild and life-like! She reminded one of a warm sunny day in April; or a daisy, that we find in spring time in the meadows; or a zephyr, that goes wandering its way through the world, singing its joy-tones low but merrily; or anything that makes the heart glad to look upon. She was a beautiful exceedingly." Her soft brown hair waved and curled around a brow that was fair and pure, and her blue eyes looked from out their dark lashes with kindness upon all God's creatures. observed of her face, that it was a love-letter to the whole human family
While she tended the roses, that hung in clusters about her brother's resting place, the fever-spirit whispered to her also from amid the leaves and said, “ Come, join thy brother, fair maiden !" and her soul began to have indefinable longings, and the things of the world wearied her, and she replied, “I will come to thee, my brother !" Then the blood ran through her veins like lava; her eye became bright and glittering; her cheeks were like the crimson rose, and her lips as threads of scarlet. O, the angel of death had made her most beautiful, ere he folded her in his dark wings gently, and shut out the sorrows of earth for ever. Many days of suffering she passed patiently, quietly, and then closed her eyes, and was in heaven.
“ The loveliest star of evening's train
And leaves the world in night." Sweetly she sleeps by her brother's side in the bower of roses; and every day, in summer, the hand of affection scatters around them the faircst flowers.-American Episcopal Recorder.
OLD WINSFORD'S ACCOUNT OF
JOHN THOUGHTFUL. JOHN THOUGHTFUL! O I remember him well! He was an intelligent and remarkably steady youth. From his boyhood he was noted for his good behaviour, obedience to his parents, and ardent desire for mental improvement. While other boys were bent only on their play, he judiciously employed himself in intermingled reading, writing, arithmetic, and grammar; and he also occasionally committed a little poetry, or short prose pieces of value, of an instructive or interesting kind, to memory. His circumstances were not very favourable to his mental culture and improvement, but he improved notwithstanding, showing that, “Where there is a will, there is a way.” I have seen him, morning, noon, and night, at his books; and as the bee gathers honey from every flower, so he endeavoured to gather information on every useful subject from every available source. Books in his father's house, and in the Sunday School Library—for he went to the Sunday School which scarcely were read by any other, he read with avidity, and his profiting appeared to all, for he stored up the knowledge he gained, as well as exercised his judgment thereon.
He told me one day what valuable information he had just gained from the introduction to a comment on the Scriptures, which his father possessed. This was when he was very young, or about that age when many content themselves with such books as “Jack the Giant Killer," or “ The Seven Champions of Christendom." These latter I believe he had read, but he had now no need for such things. He wanted something more valuable, and far more important. He had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. This thirst he endeavoured to gratify. Books were neither as plentiful nor as cheap then as they are now. Money too with him was scarce. I believe I may safely say he scarcely ever spent a penny foolishly. What little money he had was spent on books. The Penny Cyclopædia he preferred to the Saturday Magazine, or to the Penny Magazine, because he said it was more useful as a book of reference, and partly supplied the place of a library to him. With what glee have I seen him carry home a few parts of that work. I sometimes accompanied him to a neighbouring town to purchase a few books. He generally requested my judgment on them, though I must say it was not much needed. He one day showed me his stock of books. His library was not large, but select. He had no book but what was worth keeping. He had made an epitome, or abstract, of several of the best for his own use. This he said helped him wonderfully, as it not only enabled him to understand them better, but imprinted the arguments on his mind, so as to make them quite familiar to him.
He was very exact and methodical, and a great economist of time. I never found him unemployed, or his library in disorder. I believe he could have put his hand on any book he had, in the dark, in the box where he kept them. He laboured for his bread from early in the morning till late in the evening, but still found time to improve his mind. I sometimes felt ashamed of myself when I saw his industrious habits. While he had not more than an hour or two in a day, that he could by any possibility spare from meals and sleep, for mental improvement, and which many would have thrown away as worthless, he carefully redeemed that little. I have often thought that even to “ that little," he was in no small measure indebted for his knowledge. Others had more time but less industry. What avails time without industry. The improvement of time is the great secret of the success of many.
Knowing well the great value of a good vocabulary he generally carried Dr. Johnson's small Dictionary in his pocket; and if in the course of reading or conversation he met with a word which he did not understand, he instantly referred to it; by which means he got a valuable stock of words, all of which he knew the exact meaning of. His desire for improvement was also particularly manifested by what many regard as a very trivial matter, but which he regarded as very important; namely, the proper pronunciation of words. He had no sympathy with what the late William Cobbett says on this subject in his Grammar, who observes, “ that though the Scotch say coorn, the Londoners caron, and the Hampshire folks carn, we know that they all mean to say corn,” and therefore the proper pronunciation of words is of little consequence. He believed it to be of consequence, and therefore sought to be as correct as possible. I well remember with what feelings he showed me Walker's Critical Pronouncing Dictionary. It was a pocket edition, which he highly prized, and constantly read. I do not think that many public speakers were more correct than he was, after a time, in the pronunciation of words. This set him off to advantage whenever he spoke on any subject.
At times he would sit down, and pen his thoughts on different subjects, by way of exercising his mental powers. This he told me he found an excellent means of improvement. Occasionally, he would show me some of these efforts; he also gave me copies of some which I desired. I regarded them as clever for a youth of his age, when his powers were not fully developed. They gave promise of the man. They showed that a good foundation was laid for future greatness. He had a fine taste for natural objects and scenery. This he cultivated. He often expressed pity and almost contempt for the low and sensual pursuits of the worldling and voluptuary. The meandering of a brook, the flowing of a river, or the dashing of a cataract, had great charms for him. A walk by the side of some lake, or through some woodvocal with the songs of birds from a thousand throats, with a companion of kindred feelings, was such refined enjoyment as he sought. The conversation would turn on men, books, and things, ancient and modern ; in a word, on everything calculated to afford instruction and enjoyment. Astronomy had great charms for him. He had a tolerable knowledge of that sublime science. Some of Dr. Dick's works, and Dr. Chalmer's Astronomieal Discourses, had fired his youthful imagination with an enthusiastic love of Astronomy. A walk on a star-light evening with him was a treat. The planets, the signs in the Zodiac, and the principal stars, he knew well. He would converse about the distances of the heavenly bodies from each other, and from the earth, the causes of eclipses of the sun and moon, the influence of the latter on the tides, the amazing magnitudes of some of the heavenly bodies, and of the laws influencing them. He could give
the names of the principal comets, the times they appeared, and when they might be again expected. Thus it appeared he had not read in vain. His mind was indeed well stored. And said I to myself, this all comes of sobriety, learning, and industry. This is the result of reading and reflection. Why should there not be more John Thoughtfuls ? I resolved to sit down and write an account of my young friend John; perhaps some one else will go and do likewise.
A TOUCHING SCENE. A FRENCH paper says : Lucille Romee, a pretty little girl, with blue eyes and fair hair, poorly but neatly clothed, was brought before the Sixth Court of Correction, under a charge of vagrancy. “Does any one claim you ?” said the magistrate. “Ah, my good sir,” she replied, “I have no longer any friends; my father and mother are dead. I have only my brother James, but he is as young as I am. 0, dear, what could he do for me?” “The court must send you to the house of correction." “ Here I am, sister; here I am ; do not fear!” cried a childish voice from the other end of the court. And at the same instant a little boy, with a sprightly countenance, started forth from the midst of the crowd, and stood before the magistrate.“ Who are you?” said he. “ James Romee, the brother of this poor little girl.” “Your age ?" “ Thirteen." " And what do you want ?” “I come to claim Lucille.” “ But have you, then, the means of providing for her?” Yesterday I had not, but now I have. Don't be afraid, Lucille. Lucille :“O! how good you are James !” Magistrate, to James : “ But let us see, my boy; the court is disposed to do all it can for your sister. However you must give us some explanation.” James: “Just a fortnight ago my mother died of a bad cough, for it was very cold at home. We were in great trouble. Then I said to myself, I will become an artizan, and when I know a good trade, I will support my sister. I went an apprentice to a brush-maker. Every day I used to carry her half my dinner, and at night I took her secretly to my room, and she slept in my bed while I slept on the