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who admire them, thought that they were new varieties from the seed. Yellow flowers are (as I have proved) insensible to the influence of the charcoal."

THE DYING MOTHER AND HER BOY. A GENTLEMAN was not long since called upon to visit a dying female. On entering the humble cottage where she resided, he heard, in an adjoining room, an infant voice. He listened, and found it was the child of the poor dying woman engaged in prayer.

"O Lord, bless my poor mother,” said the little boy, “and prepare her to die. O God, I thank thee that I have been sent to a Sabbath-school, and there have been taught to read my Bible, and there learned, that “when my father and mother forsake me, thou wilt take me up.' This comforts me now that my poor mother is going to leave; may it comfort her, and may she go to heaven, and may I go there too, and pity my poor dear mother, and help me to say, Thy will be done."

He ceased, and the visitor opening the door approached the bedside of this poor woman.

" Your child has been praying with you?”

“ Yes," said she, making an effort to rise, “ he is a dear child. Thank God, he has been sent to a Sunday-school. I cannot read myself, but he has read that blessed book, the Bible, to me, and I hope I have reason to bless God for it. Yes, I have heard from him that I am a sinner; I heard from him of Jesus Christ; and I do, as a poor sinner, put my trust in him; I hope he has forgiven me. I am going to die, but I am not afraid ; my dear child has been the means of saving my soul. O, how thankful I am, that he was sent to a Sunday-school.” .

THE COLOURED GLASS. A LITTLE fellow came running into the house exclaiming, “O sister Mary, I've such a pretty thing. It's a piece of glass, and it's all red. When I look through it everything looks red, too---the trees, houses, green grass, and your face, and even your blue eyes.”

“ Yes, John,” replied Mary, “it is very beautiful, and let me show you that you can learn a useful lesson from this pretty thing. You remember the other day you thought everybody was cross to you. You said father, mother and I, were all the time finding fault with you. Now you were like this piece of glass-because it is red. You were cross, so you thought everybody around you was cross too. But when you get up in the morning in a good humour, loving and helping everybody, they too will seem kind and loving toward you. Now, remember, brother, and always be what you wish others to be-kind, gentle, loving; and they, seen through this beautiful colour of your disposition, will seem more beautiful than ever."

I SAW A CHILD.

I saw a child with summer roses playing,

I mark'd her beautiful and clear blue eye ;
No thought of care, no sign of grief betraying

Alas, and wherefore, did I heave a sigh?

I felt how soon our days of pleasure leave us,

How soon the wrinkle mars the fairest brow;
That rosy cheeks but bitterly deceive us,

And the fell tyrant layeth all things low.
But 0, I thought again-if but relying

On that sweet promise of an after rest;
We need not shrink from the idea of dying,

Since Christ lives, so may we,-for ever blest.

Hence let the young in early days receive him,

Commit their spirits to his righteous care ; Gladly obey him, love him, and believe him, And glory everlasting shall they share.

L. M. Thornton, author of Sacred Poems.

ON PROFANE SWEARING.
Or all the fools with which our nation's curst,
Down sinks the swearer far beneath the worst;
Search earth and hell for fools of every kind,
In highest class you will the swearer find.

When the grand injured Ruler of the skies
Descends to judge the foolish and the wise,
Then fool of fools the swearer will be found,
And vengeance will his guilty head surround.

But if no judgment, nor no Deity,
Yet, where are fools so great, as swearers be ;
To call on God to damn, by him to swear-
When there's no God, nor yet a hell to fear?

Is folly's proof; for none on wisdom's list,
Will call, and swear, by that which don't exist.
But if a God, 'tis madness in extreme,
To tempt his ire, and yet of mercy dream.

Think, () ye fools, insulted Majesty
Will pass unnoticed your blasphemies by?
Be not deceived, for wrath on such will fall ;

"Tis just to damn, who for damnation call. Liverpool.

From an old and scarce book.

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among its branches. This tree stood in the wood adjoining Boscobel House. Lord Clarendon states that he received the following particulars from the lips of Charles the Second. After having been driven out of Worcester, the king remained all night with about 4,000 horse soldiers. In the morning he resolved to leave the troops, and to seek a hiding-place. He ordered his servants to cut off his hair, and disguised himself. He then concealed himself in Boscobel wood, where he lay down and slept. When he awoke, a gentleman, one of his followers, proposed that they should climb up an oak tree, and conceal themselves. During the day they saw and heard persons who were in search of Charles, and who threatened how they would punish him, if he fell into their hands.

For two nights and a day Charles had not tasted any food; therefore, he and his companion were compelled when it was dark, to come down from the tree and to go in search of food. They went to the cottage of a poor man who had pity upon Charles, and gave him some bread and butter-milk, and allowed him to sleep in a hay-barn.

Some accounts represent that it was in Boscobel House that the king was entertained, and that it was then occupied by a farmer. It is also said that the person who found him shelter was a woodman, who had four brothers, and that Charles went into the wood with these men, and was employed in cutting faggots. The men who thus afforded Charles their help, bore the name of Penderell, and although this occurred three hundred years since, we believe a pension is, to the present day, given to one of their descendants.

It was soon deemed unsafe for Charles to remain at Bogcobel. He was, therefore, advised to go to another part of the country. When he left, he is said to have been attired in the following manner, as a poor labouring man. He had on a white steeple-crowned hat, having no lining but grease from long wear; a leather jacket, full of holes; a woodman's old coat, threadbare and patched; a pair of breeches of the same kind; his stockings were much darned, and his shoes were patched, and unfit to keep out

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