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made up my mind that I would put him to a good school. I determined that he should have as liberal a training as I could afford to give him. I was, however, a poor man, and how do you think I managed it? I betook myself to mending my neighbours' clocks and watches at night, after my daily labour was done. By this means I saved money, and was thus enabled to give my son a good education. While quite a boy he assisted me, and became a companion to me. He got an employment as under - viewer, and at nights when we home we worked together at our engineering.” This good son lately said in public, that he and his father had often, when coming from the mine, put out their lights for safety, and walked more than a mile underground to the pit-mouth,—so fearless and familiar were they with the dark passages ! In due time George Stephenson saw clearly that he could make steamengines (now called locomotives) move upon a railway, and draw other carriages at the rate of ten miles an hour or more. Although certain that he was right, it was impossible to make some people believe this, and they jeered him, and called him a madman ! This opposition caused him greater trials of his patience and perseverance. No one who has not been so tried can tell what courage and strong faith is necessary to persevere when those who should assist, instead of helping on a wise man's efforts, are trying to discourage him : but he was successful at last, and now that we all can see how clear and correct he was, those who scorned and laughed at him must blush at their own prejudice and ignorance. Instead of ten miles an hour, a train can go with safety at the rate of twenty, thirty, and even forty miles an hour. To complete the first railroad between Manchester and Liverpool, it was necessary to drain a large bog, and to make a firm road over it. This was done at last by George Stephenson's skill, and his fame rests on this wonderful work as much as on his inventions in machinery. He became, after many years, a very wealthy engineer, with some. hundreds of men working under his orders. For these men he built comfortable cottages, schools, and a church and chapel. With increased riches, George

Stephenson did not grow greedy of gain, nor lose his early integrity. He had taken out a patent for a certain kind of cast-iron, and it was his interest that this sort of iron should be used ; but when his experience proved that another sort was better, he would not recommend his own, which was a loss to him of £500. When the directors of the first railway became impatient to have it completed, one of them said to Stephenson, “Now, George, thou must get on with the railway, and have it finished without farther delay. Thou must really have it ready for opening before the first of January next.' George replied, “ Consider the heavy character of the works, Sir, and how much we have been delayed by the want of money, not to speak of the wetness of the weather ; it is impossible !" “Impossible !" said the director ; " I wish I could get Napoleon to thee; he would tell thee there is no such word as impossible in the vocabulary.” “Tush," said Stephenson, with warmth ; “Don't speak to me about Napoleon! Give me men, money, and materials, and I will do what Napoleon couldn't do,—drive a rail-road from Liverpool to Manchester, over Chat Moss !” And truly a road over a bottomless bog was a far more difficult task than a road across a mountain. George Stephenson showed extraordinary judgment and observation with respect to the works of others. Once, when travelling in France, he said that a certain bridge over the river Dordogue would never stand long. For some years he was believed to be a false prophet, but at last this bridge fell as some troops were passing over it, and many lives were lost.

His last appearance in public was at a dinner in Leeds. When his health was drunk, he said : • He stood before them but as a humble mechanic. He had risen from a lower standing than the meanest person there ; and all that he had been enabled to accomplish in the course of his life had been done through perseverance.

He said this for the purpose of encouraging youthful mechanics to do as he had done-to persevere.

The writer of the book from which this account is taken, says little of George Stephenson's religion in words, but we see clearly by his deeds that this celebrated man was a dutiful son, an excellent husband and father, and also a just and liberal master. We need not, then, inquire what sect he belonged to.

He settled, at the close of his life, at Tapton, near Chesterfield, and his days were spent quietly amongst his dogs, his rabbits, and his birds; and though delicate in health, owing to years of hard work and anxiety, he must have had a good constitution. He died of an attack of fever, on the 12th of August, 1848, at the age of 67. It is well known that Mr. Stephenson several times refused knighthood in this country, and though the King of the Belgians made him a Belgian knight, he said "I am still simply GEORGE STEPHEN

Not long before his death he was heard to say, "I have mixed with a greater variety of society than perhaps any man living. I have dined in mines amongst miners, and I have dined with kings and queens, and with all grades of nobility, and have seen enough to inspire me with the hope that my exertions have not been without beneficial results—ihat my labours have not been in vain.”* His loss would have been more severely felt by the public if he had not left behind him a son worthy of his father's great and good name. This son, who worked in a mine with his father, is now a member of parliament, eminent for his skill and talent as an engineer, and esteemed by all who know him.

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H. J. W.

LESSONS FROM NATURE. “There are tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."-Shakespere.

SPRING—THE TREES. What sayest thou, Tree, through thy tongues, the young leaves, And with small birds building under thy eaves ? "I see the swallows and martens come “ Over sea and land from their winter home; “I see all around me fresh flowers spring free “ 'Neath my shade, and I mark the gold-barred bee

* Few men have seen such wide-spread and valuable results to their inventions in their lifetime, and no one can travel by a railroad without acknowledging the great talent and perseverance of George Stephenson.

« Gathering sweet food through the live-long spring-day,
“ And the meadows alive with lambs at play:
" I bear all the woods and the gardens ring
“ With the thousand songs of the joyous spring,
“ And the sun looks down from the clear blue sky,
“ Raising man's thoughts to his father on high,
“ While my every leaf, with its soft green tongue,

Whispers God's praise in a fresh spring-tide song.'

THE BROOKS.

What page ope the brooks to the bright spring sun,
As glancing, and dancing, and sparkling they run,
And swift water-beetles, and flies dart and play,
Skimming their surface the live-long spring day?
A page from a hymn book-not music alone,
But a hymn, words and music, whose every tone,
As gurgling, and purling, and prattling along,
Each clear brook still murmurs its own sweet song,
Tells that as winter, its snows and its rain,
Filled all their channels with fresh waves again;
So to the good, from their Father's kind love
Shall fresh life spring eternal in heaven above.

THE STONES.

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Frowning, and lifting your grand heads so high,
Proudly ye stand 'neath the soft spring sky;
Rocks! strong like the old earth's huge mighty bones,
Rocks! are there sermons concealed in your stones?
“ Yes, in our stones are wise sermons indeed;
* Sermons the dull and the learned may read :
" See that dark lump, so unsightly and old,
“Look at its many coils, fold within fold

Forming a circle. Once, pearly and bright,
“ Over primeral oceans it floated in light,
" As its sister, the Nautilus, sails in the bay
“Of Naples, fair Naples, this sunny spring day.
Preach, stony Ammonite !" “ God, whose high will
“ Turned me to stone, keeps the Nautilus still;
6. To show, that though thousands of years since my birth,
“Have past in their cycles o'er oceans and earth,

The God who created earth, ocean, and sky, “On the throne of His dove holds his power on high.”

ALL ARE GOOD.

There's good in Spring's trees, with their light green tongues,
In the murmuring streams book of sweet spring songs;
And good in the sermons of rocks, dark and tall,
Oh good, good are each ; did not God make them all?

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OLD NURSE'S STORY.

(Concluded from p. 49.) WELL, the distribution of the gifts was going on merrily enough, when in came a housemaid to say that her mistress requested me to carry up a tea-tray to the drawing-room door. “It's too heavy for me to lift," she added, “and if you could jnst spare a minute—"

“I'll come and welcome,” said I, glancing at Miss Celia, “only-you won't get down any more things from off the tree, while I'm away; will you, Miss Celia? I can't bear to see your muslin sleeve going so near those lighted tapers.'

“I can take care of myself,” said the young lady, tossing her head.

Yes, but just to please me, you won't, will you, Miss ?”

"Perhaps I shan't, and perhaps I shall," returned Miss Celia, winking at her brother as much as to say, • What a tiresome, cross old thing she is." Well, the housemaid began to look impatient, and I didn't like to keep her waiting any longer, so I followed her out of the room and carried up the tray. I had scarcely given it into her hands, however, when I heard a scream, and somehow my mind misgave me at once as to what was the matter. As fast as my old legs would carry me, I ran to the room where I left the children, and there was a scene-oh, such a scene! I think I see it now. The room door had been flung wide open, and some of the girls were rushing out into the hall, others were in the room flying about in a frantic way, and all wringing their hands and shrieking at the top of their voices, yet none of them, not even Master Herbert, able to do a thing to help Miss Celia, who was running towards the door with the upper part of her dress on fire, and her face looking quite wild with fright. How I managed it I don't know, but in an instant I bad caught up the hearth-rug, and, throwing myself in the poor child's way, I flung it round her, and am thankful to say that I soon succeeded in extinguishing the flames. In another instant the room was full of people; ladies and gentlemen from the

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