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had happened, rendering timely aid to the unfortunate travellers.

The contents of the injured carriage being transferred to the farmer's, were soon conveyed to the house; and wbile a substantial dinner was in the course of preparation for the travellers, the broken axletree was detached from the carriage, and sent to a blacksmith to be repaired. In the meantime the farmer's family were doing all in their power to render their guests as comfortable as possible.

Late in the afternoon the broken axletree, neatly mended, was refitted to the carriage, and in readiness for the road; but it was now late, and the kind-hearted farmer insisted on his guests tarrying until morning, and then, after an early breakfast, they could make a good day's journey. To this the travellers readily consented ; and while “mine host” was showing the gentleman over parts of his neat and fruitful farm and orchards, his wife and daughters were amusing their lady-guest by a walk in the beautiful garden ; then to the spring, showing her the neat and clean spring-house, through which the spring-water was passing, keeping the milk and butter cool and sweet. The southern lady became so pleased with the place and the family, that she expressed herself willing to remain with the farmer and his family, instead of going to the springs; but they had engaged to meet some of iheir friends at the springs, and therefore must go.

The guests were now summoned to the dining-room, where they sat down with the farmer and his amiable family to a supper, such as a wealthy farmer of the “ Old Dominion” is proud to set before his friends. While supper was being discussed, the time was enlivened by that easy flow of conversation usually found among the F. F. V.'s when in company with friends.

As the time for rest was drawing on, all the family, with their guests, being seated in the parlour, the "good man of the house” opened the “good old book,” (as he was wont to call it,) and read, for the instruction of all present, the hundred and fourth Psalm. Then, in a short but

appropriate address to the throne of grace, he committed his charge to the care of Him who never sleeps. After which all retired to enjoy

“Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep." Next morning the guests, rising from their comfortable resting-place, found waiting their appearance a breakfast composed of a rich variety of the good thing of life prepared à la mode " Old Virginia nerer tire ;and while our guests were engaged in doing ample justice to their breakfast, servants were engaged in harnessing the horses, now rested, well fed, and smoothly curried and rubbed down,

All things being now ready for motion, our travelling gentleman approached “mine host " with, “My bill, Sir if you please.”

“Your bill, Sir! I never made a bill against a traveller in my life. I don't know how to do it, Sir. God bountifully provides for his creatures ; and while we have enough and to spare, I believe it is our duty to express our gratitude by obeying his word, especially the injunction, * Be not forgetful to entertain strangers ;' and therefore I have never charged a stranger calling at my house for the bounties which God has graciously given me.” .

“But, Sir, I have been both trouble and expense to you ; and being abundantly able to compensate you for your extraordinary kindness, I insist on paying you, and am resolved on doing so before I leave your hospitable roof."

“Well, Sir, as you insist on it, though I never before charged a traveller anything, I will charge you something."

“That's right, Sir, that's right : now my bill, Sir, and I'll pay it."

“Well, Sir, this is your bill. All that I ask in compensation for what I have done for you is, that yon will do unto others as you would have others do to you ; and if ever a poor weary traveller calls at your house on a dark, gloomy, rainy evening, and begs for shelter, only in one of your negro houses, don't turn him away. All I ask is that you will take him in, and do by him as I have done by you : when you will do this, we are even.”

The traveller was dumb-almost suffocated—and for a time could not utter a word. Then, recovering himseli, he said, in a subdued and mortified tone, “ Are you the man ?"

“I am ; and I knew you the moment I saw you ; and, acting on principles taught by that same good old book from which I have already given you a few quotations, I feel bound to render good for evil. I have done only my duty. I am satisfied, paid in full; and wish you a prosperous, and long, and happy life, rendered useful by acts of kindness to your fellow-man, whenever you find him in need.”

"O, Sir, I am mortified, I am ashamed ; and I promise never again to withhold good from my fellow-man, when I have it in power."

“Then, Sir, I am more than amply compensated for all! I have so gladly done for you; and rejoice in bidding you God-speed.

“No, Sir, not a farthing. I am already more than fully

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The traveller then approached the sideboard, and laying down the oue hundred dollar bill, he placed a tumbler on it to prevent its being blown away; then turning to mine host, offered his parting hand, while his eyes were suffused with tears of mingled shame and gratitude,

The farmer cordially took the proffered hand ; and never was there a more feeling farewell passed between strangers than here passed between the guest and the family of “mire host."

We will say nothing of the feeling of our lady-guest during the above conversation between her husband and our Virginia farmer; nor will we follow them in their carriage to hear their conversation as they left the farmhouse. Suffice it to say, they never afterwards forgot to entertain strangers.-- Baltimore Patriot.

THE LOOK-OUT AT MAST-HEAD. The steamer Asia had a narrow escape, on one of her summer trips, from a huge iceberg on the grand banks of Newfoundland. Going at the rate of ten or twelve knots an hour, "she had just entered one of those heavy clouds which lie on the surface of the ocean, indicating the presence of a berg, when the look-out at the fore-topmasthead sung out at the top of his voice, “Iceberg ! hard astarboard !' Quick as thought the helm obeyed the warning, and the ship took a short sheer to port. Instantly the towering mountain of ice with its cloud-piercing turrets loomed in terrific grandeur over the ship's starboard bow. · Meet her !' roared the captain, and port went the helm. The counter motion barely cleared the wheel-house and stern of the ship from the iceberg, and the danger was past. A united scream from the timid rung through the ship. The stout-hearted stood motionless and awe-stricken ; and even the ship herself almost seemed to be sensible of the providence which saved her and her freight of living hundreds from destruction ; for her motion ceased, and she stood as it paralyzed by the fright. Had the eyes of the look-out been diverted a single moment, had he hesi- 11 tated to give the alarm but for a minute, or had the ship been less obedient to her helm, nothing could have saved a soul on board, and the fate of the Asia would have been as profound a mystery as that of tthe President."

Few can read this thrilling account without emotion. What, under God, saved this noble steamer? The quick eye, the instant warning, the obedient helm. These were the instrumentalities of safety. And, as we dwell upon the circumstances, the mind instinctively turns to those moral icebergs that are sweeping down the currents of society, clouding the atmosphere, and crushing many a noble spirit by their terrible might.

A young man is steaming on his way in prosperous business. Every thing looks safe, but has he a look out at | the fore-topmast-head ? Clouds gather round. Danger is oa his track. Hark! a voice from the masthead :

“ Useless expenses ! failure ! fraud ! hard a-starboard !” Quick as thought does the young man obey the warning ? As ruin looms in terrific grandeur over his starboard bow, does he make a short sheer to port?

A young man has left his early home, and with strong and buoyant spirit, is dasbing over the ocean of life. Sunshine is overhead. Favouring winds swell his sails. But has he a look-out at the mast-head ? He enters the heavy clouds which sometimes lie on the bosom of life's troubled waters. Are they not tokens of hidden peril ? Hark! a voice at the mast-head: “Profligate companions ! drinking, dissoluteness, death! hard a-starboard !" Quick as thought does the young man obey the warning ? And as vice looms in terrific wildness over his starboard bow, does he make a short sheer to port?

A young man has embarked on life's sea, freighted with eternal hopes. The Word of God seems to be his chart, faith his compass, and the obedient will at the helm. The prayers of pious friends go with him. God's people watch his course with grateful joy. The Sun of Righteousness seems to illume his path by day, the Star of Bethlehem by night; all seems well with him. But has he a look-out' at the mast-head? There is a change in the spiritual atmosphere. A chill and cloud envelope his way. Unseen danger lurks on his track, Hark! the voice of warning: “Prayerless day, broken vows, profaned Sabbaths ! hard a-starboard !” Quick as thought does he obey the warning? And as “ lost character” looms in terrific boldness over his starboard bow, does he make a short sheer to port? If the eye is diverted, if there is hesitation in giving the alarm, if there is less obedience at the helm, nothing but a miracle of grace can save that soul from shipwrecked hopes and a lost eternity. Young man, have you a good look-out at your mast-head ?

CLEVER NAT. THERE was once a man, an acquaintance of my boyhood, whose name was Nathaniel Fellowes, or Clever Nat, as I

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