one man had appended to his watch, for a toy, it is most probable that they would not yet have been preserved; at last they were all landed in safety, about twenty miles from Halifax, nearly naked, wet through and shivering, and miserably cramped by the close crowding in the boats. The captain took the worst provided, and most fatigued, round to the harbour in the boats, and the rest, under the officers, marched across the country in three divisions, with as much regularity as if going well-appointed on some regular expedition, though very few had any shoes, and they had to traverse a country only partially cleared; the same evening the whole crew, without one missing, officers, men, and boys assembled at Halifax in as exact order as if their ship had met with no accident. Such is the effect of habitual discipline and obedience.

PUNCTUALITY.

At the period of the disastrous campaign of Moscow, Colonel Evain was at Paris, where he had been directed to remain, in order to organize and forward the immense supplies of artillery and ordnance stores, that were required for the grand army. The celebrated 29th bulletin, from Smorgonj, had scarcely reached Paris, and had been made public but a few hours, when a messenger from the Tuileries came to Colonel Evain's office, and, to his utter surprise, informed him the Emperor had just arrived, and forthwith demanded his presence at the Tuileries. Though thunderstruck at the unexpected intelligence, which at once demonstrated the terrible misfortunes of the French army, Evain hastened to the palace, and was instantly ushered into the presence of his imperial master, whom he found in his travelling dress, pale, fatigued, with a beard of several days' growth, and in an evident state of great mental suffering. He had scarcely time to make his

bow or utter a word, ere Napoleon advanced towards him, and abruptly exclaimed, "Well, Evain! you have read my 29th bulletin; it does not tell the worst; it would have been impolitic to have alarmed France. We have not a gun or a caisson remaining! But our resources are immense—our losses can be repaired." Then, after a pause, he added, " By the first of March I must have six hundred pieces of cannon, horsed and equipped. I know your zeal and activity; you know I must be obeyed." Then approaching close to Evain, Napoleon took hold of his arm, and with a smile, added, "If I have my guns on the appointed day you shall receive the brevet of Major-general; if not, I will hang you." Without being disconcerted, Colonel Evain replied: "Sire, the time is limited, but our arsenals are well stored. If your majesty will inform me where I can procure money to purchase horses, your orders shall be obeyed."-"Is that the only difficulty?" rejoined the Emperor. Then, sitting down to his bureau, he wrote an order for three millions of francs on his private treasury, the contents of which were in the vaults beneath the Tuileries-and Evain took his leave. On the 1st of March, Evain kept his word, and the Emperor fulfilled his promise.

NOBLE CHILD.

When the United States was drawing near the Macedonian, a child on board said to Decatur, "Commodore, I wish you would put my name on the muster roll!" "What for?" "That I may get a share of the prize money." It was done; after the capture, the commodore said, "Well, Ned, she's ours, and your share of the prize money will be about two hundred dollars; what will you do with it?" "I'll send one hundred to my mother, and the other shall send me to school." This boy was a midshipman.

WHERE YOU OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN.

A clergyman who is in the habit of preaching in different parts of the country, was not long since at an inn, where he observed a horse jockey trying to take in a simple gentleman, by imposing upon him a broken-winded horse for a sound one. The parson knew the bad character of the jockey, and taking the gentleman aside, told him to be cautious of the person he was dealing with. The gentleman finally declined the purchase, and the jockey, quite nettled, observed, “Parson, I had much rather hear you preach, than see you privately interfere in bargains between man and man, in this way." "Well,” replied the parson, "if you had been where you ought to have been, last Sunday, you might have heard me preach." "Where was that," inquired the jockey. "In the State Prison," returned the clergyman.

GRATITUDE OF NAPOLEON.

When Buonaparte was in his prosperity, he employed, it is said, the same tradespeople who supplied him in his former days. A silversmith, who had given him credit when he set out for Italy, for a dressing-case, worth fifty pounds, was rewarded with all the business which his recommendations could bring to him; and being clever in his trade, he became, under the patronage of the emperor, one of the wealthiest citizens of Paris. A little hatter, and a cobler, who had served Buonaparte when a subaltern, might have risen in the same manner, had their skill equalled that of the silversmith. Napoleon's example, however, could not persuade the good people of Paris to wear ill-shaped hats and clumsy boots; but he, in his own person, adhered to the last to his original connexion with these poor trades-people.

"I was one Sunday travelling through the country of Orange, on the eastern side of the Blue Ridge," says Wirt, in his British Spy, "when my eye was caught by a cluster of horses tied near a ruinous wooden house, in the forest, not far from the road side. Having frequently seen such objects before, I had no difficulty in understanding that this was a place of religious worship. Curiosity to hear the preacher of such a wilderness, induced me to join the congregation. On my entrance, I was struck with his supernatural appearance. He was a tall and very spare old man; his head, which was covered with a white linen cap, his shrivelled hands, and his voice, were all shaking under the influence of palsy; and a few moments ascertained to me that he was perfectly blind. It was the day of the sacrament-his subject was the passion of our Saviour; and he gave it a new and more sublime pathos than I had ever before witnessed. When he descended from the pulpit to distribute the mystic symbols, there was a peculiar, a more than human solemnity in his voice and manner which made my blood run cold, and my whole frame shiver. His peculiar phrases had that force of description, that the original scene seemed acting before our eyes. We saw the very faces of the Jews; the staring, frightful distortions of malice and of rage. But when he came to touch on the patience, the forgiving meekness of our Saviour; when he drew to the life his blessed eyes streaming with tears, his voice breathing to God the gentle prayer, Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do'-the voice of the preacher, which had all along faltered, grew fainter and fainter, until his voice being entirely obstructed by the force of his feelings, he raised his handkerchief to his eyes, and burst into a loud and irrepressible flood of grief. The effect was inconceivable. The whole house resounded with mingled groans, and sobs, and shrieks. I could not imagine how the

speaker could let his audience down from the height to which he had wound them, without impairing the solemnity of his subject, or shocking them by the abruptness of his fall. But the descent was as beautiful and sublime as the elevation had been rapid and enthusiastic. The tumult of feeling subsided, and a death-like stillness reigned throughout the house, when the aged man removed his handkerchief from his eyes, still wet with the torrent of his tears, and slowly stretching forth his palsied hand, he exclaimed, Socrates died like a philosopher,' then pausing, clasping his hands with fervour to his heart, lifting his sightless balls' to heaven, and pouring his whole soul into his tremulous voice, he continued- but Jesus Christ died like a God.' Had he been an angel of light, the effect could have scarcely been more divine."

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INDIAN CHARACTER.

A striking display of Indian character occurred some years since in a town in Maine. An Indian of the Kennebeck tribe remarkable for his good conduct, received a grant of land from the State, and fixed himself in a new township, where a number of families settled. Though not ill treated, yet the common prejudice against Indians prevented any sympathy with him. This was shown at the death of his only child, when none of the people came near him. Shortly afterwards he went to some of the inhabitants, and said to them, When white man's child die-Indian man be sorry-he help bury him. When my child die-no one speak to me--I make his grave alone I can't no live here. He gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child and carried it with him two hundred miles through the forest, to join the Canada Indians. What energy and depth of feeling does this specimen of Indian character exhibit!