table, upon which an old woman opens a door, makes her ap pearance, and they retire. Two shoemakers upon thei stools are seen, the one beating leather, and the other stitch ing a shoe. A cloth-dresser, a stone-cutter, a cooper, a tailor a woman churning, and one teasing wool, are all at work There is also a carpenter sawing a piece of wood, and tw blacksmiths beating a piece of iron, the one using a sledge, and the other a small hammer; a boy turning a grindstone while a man grinds an instrument upon it; and a barber shaving a man, whom he holds fast by the nose with one hand.

The boy was only about seventeen years of age when h completed this curious work; and since the bent of his mine could be first marked, his only amusement was that of work ing with a knife, and making little mechanical figures; this is the more extraordinary, as he had no opportunity whatever of seeing any person employed in a similar way. He was bred a weaver, with his father; and since he could be em ployed at the trade, has had no time for his favourite study, except after the work ceased, or during the intervals; and the only tool he ever had to assist him was a pocket knife In his earlier years he produced several curiosities on a similar scale, but the one now described is his greatest work, to which he devoted all his spare time during two years.

EARLY PHILANTHROPY.

The following anecdote is related as a fact, by Madame de Genlis, in her admirable work of the Little Emigrants.

"One morning when we came to the mill, we did not find Lolotte, who was in the fields; while we were waiting for her, my father and I conversed with the miller's wife. I had brought several playthings for Lolotte; and the miller's wife

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aughing, told me that they would not please her so well as a ittle flour. How?' said I. She replied, for three weeks Lolotte has cared for nothing but heaping up flour: every norning she comes to beg some of my husband, who gives her handful; besides this, she invents a thousand little schemes o get some from me; and when she sees me in a good humour, or when I caress her, I am sure she is going to say, ' Give me a little flour. The other day we had made some muffins, and I carried one to her; her first movement was to take it; then she considered, and said, 'Keep your muffin, and give me a little flour.' 'This is odd,' said my father; and what does

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and there she puts it; the sack now be almost full.' During

she do with all this flour?' jack,' replied the miller's wife, s by her bedside, and it must this conversation I said nothing; but reflecting upon it, and perfectly knowing Lolotte, I guessed the cause. I remembered that I had often come to see her with M. and Madame d'Ermont; that we had frequently spoken of France before her; that M. d'Ermont had mentioned the scarcity of bread, and had said, the counter-revolution would be affected by famine. I doubted not but Lolotte's store of flour had some connexion with this; but lest I might be deceived, I kept silence. At last Lolotte returned from her walk; after having embraced us, she sat upon the knee of my father, who did not fail to question her with regard to the flour. Lolotte blushed, and evaded answering by saying we would laugh at her; but when she was closely pressed to explain herself, I saw her countenance take that moving expression which it always has when she is going to cry; and then she said with a broken voice, It is because I knew that very soon there would be no more bread in France, and I want to send a provision of flour to my nurse Caillet.” ”

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FAMILY SCENE.

In September, 1789, a little boy, about five years old, th son of a man named Freemantle, in St. Thomas' Churc yard, Salisbury, being at play by the dam of the town-mil fell into the water; his sister, a child of nine years of ag with an affection that would have done honour to riper year instantly plunged in to his assistance. They both sunk, an in sight of their mother! The poor woman, distracted wit horror at the prospect of instant death to her children, brave the flood to save them; she rose with one under each arn and by her cries happily brought her husband, who instantl swam to their assistance, and brought them all three sa ashore.

MALESHERBES.

Among the magistrates who were immolated in France during the sanguinary power of Robespierre, was the great and virtuous Malesherbes. He was seized in the rural retreat to which he had retired from the miseries of his country, along with his daughter and his little grandchildren. When he was brought to Paris, and conducted into the common hall of the prison, where all the prisoners were assembled, they were struck with astonishment, and all rose respectfully to support his steps as he approached: he was shown to the only seat which the room contained. Malesherbes looked around, and said with a smile, "the arm chair is due to age; I am not sure of my title to it: I see another old man who must take it before me." He was condemned to death with his whole family.

OWPER, in his "Memoirs of his Early Life," gives an affecting instance of that mental enthralment which boys of sensitive parts are too often doomed to suffer in public schools, from the arrogance and cruelty of their senior school-mates.

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"My chief affliction," he says, "consisted in my being ingled out from all the other boys, by a lad about fifteen years of age, as a proper object upon whom he might let oose the cruelty of his temper. One day, as I was sitting alone on a bench in the school, melancholy, and almost ready to weep at the recollection of what I had already suffered, and expecting at the same time my tormentor every moment, these words of the Psalmist came into my mind: 'I will not be afraid of what man can do unto me.' I applied this to my own case, with a degree of trust and confidence in God that would have been no disgrace to a much more experienced Christian. Instantly I perceived in myself a briskness of spirits and a cheerfulness which I had never before experienced, and took several paces up and down the room with joyful alacrity—his gift in whom I trusted. Happy would it have been for me, if this early effort towards the blessed God had been frequently repeated by me; but, alas ! it was the first and last instance of the kind between infancy and manhood. The cruelty of this boy, which he had long practised in so secret a manner that no person suspected it, was at length discovered. He was expelled from the school, and I was taken from it."

FAMILY SCENE.

In September, 1789, a little boy, about five years old, the son of a man named Freemantle, in St. Thomas' Church yard, Salisbury, being at play by the dam of the town-mil fell into the water; his sister, a child of nine years of age with an affection that would have done honour to riper years instantly plunged in to his assistance. They both sunk, and in sight of their mother! The poor woman, distracted with horror at the prospect of instant death to her children, brave the flood to save them; she rose with one under each arm and by her cries happily brought her husband, who instantly swam to their assistance, and brought them all three saf ashore.

MALESHERBES.

Among the magistrates who were immolated in France during the sanguinary power of Robespierre, was the great and virtuous Malesherbes. He was seized in the rural retreat to which he had retired from the miseries of his country, along with his daughter and his little grandchildren. When he was brought to Paris, and conducted into the common hall of the prison, where all the prisoners were assembled, they were struck with astonishment, and all rose respectfully to suppor his steps as he approached: he was shown to the only seat which the room contained. Malesherbes looked around, and said with a smile, "the arm chair is due to age; I am not sure of my title to it: I see another old man who must take it before me." He was condemned to death with his whole family.