unwearied humanity of the Monks, on every occasion that can possibly call for its exercise, have long been proverbial, and numerous instances occur every season, of persons, saved by their interference, or relieved by their bounty. In the year 1818 alone, the meals furnished to travellers by this convent, amounted to no fewer than 31,078.

An enterprising English party, consisting of men and women, took shelter in the convent of St. Bernard during a fall of snow. The Monks fed them and their horses as long as they could, giving up their bread to the beasts, when they had no more crude grain to bestow on them. The guests, had then no other alternative but that of departing; but how were they to get the horses over the snow, which was yet too soft to support them? The ingenuity and activity of the Monks found an expedient. They turned out with their servants, and placing blankets before the animals, which were carried forward and extended afresh, as soon as passed over, conducted men, women and beasts, in safety over their mountain.

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The breed of dogs kept by the Monks to assist them in their labours of love, has been long celebrated for its sagacity and fidelity. All the oldest and most tried of them were lately buried, along with some unfortunate travellers, under an avalanche; but three or four hopeful puppies were left at home in the convent, and still surThe most celebrated of those who are no more, was a dog called Barry. This animal served the hospital for the space of twelve years, during which time he saved the lives of forty individuals. His zeal was indefatigable. Whenever the mountain was enveloped in fogs and snow, he set out in search of lost travellers. He was accustomed to run barking until he lost breath, and would frequently venture on the most perilous places.

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he found his strength was insufficient to draw from the snow a traveller benumbed with cold, he would run back to the hospital in search of the monks.

One day, this interesting animal found a child in a frozen state, between the bridge of Dronaz and the icehouse of Balsora; he immediately began to lick him; and having succeeded in restoring animation, by means of his caresses, he induced the child to tie himself round his body. In this way he carried the poor little creature, as if in triumph, to the hospital. When old age depriv ed him of strength, the Prior of the Convent pensioned him at Berney, by way of reward. After his death his hide was stuffed and deposited in the museum of that town. The little phial, in which he carried a reviving liquor to the distressed travellers whom he found among the mountains, is still suspended from his neck.

HEROISM OF COMPASSION.

On the 26th May, Mr. William Tewksbury, of Deer Island, and his son, Abijah R. Tewksbury, a lad seventeen years old, were at work on the eastern of Point Shirley, near Winthorp's Head. About four p. m. a boy came running from the Point, and informed him that a pleasure-boat had upset in a direction between Deer Island and Long Island. Without waiting for farther information, he immediately took his son into his canoe, set a small fore-sail, and ran through Pulling's Point gut, towards broad Sound. The wind was so high, that with the smallest sail the canoe nearly buried herself under water. Having relieved her, he stood in a

direction for Long Island, nearly half a mile, without discovering any indication of the object of his search. He then observed his wife and children on the beach of Deer Island, running towards Sound Point. This induced him to keep on the same course, and in a short time he discovered the heads of several men in the water; and as they rose and fell on the sea, he was impressed with the belief that there were more than twenty buffeting the waves, and contending against death. Being perfectly aware of the little burthen and very slight construction of his canoe, which was one of the smallest class, the wind blowing a violent gale, his apprehensions for his son's and his own safety, had almost caused him to desist from the extreme peril of exposing his frail bark to be seized on by men agonized to despair, in the last struggles for life. He, however, prepared for the event, took in his sail, rowed among the drowning men, with a fixed determination to save some, or perish in the attempt. By an exertion of skill, to be equalled only by an aboriginal chief in the management of a canoe, he succeeded in getting seven persons on board; and was attempting to save the eighth, when his son exclained, "Father, the canoe is sinking-we shall all perish.' This exclamation calling his mind from the purpose on which it was bent, exposed to him his most perilous situation. Six inches of water in a canoe: nine in number on board; the upper part of her gunwale but three inches above water; the wind high; a heavy sea running, and constantly washing on board; and nearly a mile from the nearest land. That nine might have a chance of being saved, he was obliged to leave one unfortunate man hanging on the stern of the jolly belonging to the pleasure boat.

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Of the men saved, one was so little exhausted that he

could assist in bailing; another could sit up; and the others lay motionless, and apparently lifeless, on the bottom of the canoe. There not being room to row, Mr. T. had no alternative but to paddle before the wind, and was but able to reach the extremity of Sound Point. The instant she struck, she filled with water from the violence of the sea. Exertions were still necessary to save the five helpless men in the bottom of the canoe. In giving her assistance at this time, Mrs. Tewksbury was much injured by the convulsive grasp of one of the men, apparently in the agonies of death. They were all conveyed to Mr. T.'s house, and by the application of hot blankets, tea, and medicine, they were recovered. Four did not recover, so as to be able to speak, for more than three hours. Eleven persons were in the pleasure boat when she overset, two of whom attempted to swim to the shore, and were seen by the survivors to perish thirty or forty rods from the boat; one was drowned in the cabin. After landing those saved, Mr. T. returned with all possible expedition to the relief of the man left on the jolly boat. He was gone! The distance from the place where Tewksbury and his son were at work, to the place of the acci dent, is one mile and a half.

The above facts being made known to the Trustees of the Humane Society of New York, they voted that seventy dollars in money, and a silver medal of the value of ten dollars, with suitable inscriptions, should be presented to Mr. T.; thirty-five dollars to his son; twenty dollars to Mrs. Tewksbury; and five dollars to the boy who ran with the information of the boat having upset.

THOMAS LORD CROMWELL.

A FLORENTINE merchant of the name of Francis Frescobald, who was descended of a noble family in Italy, and had an ample fortune, was ever liberal to all who were in necessity. This being known to others, though he would willingly have concealed it, a young stranger one day addressed him in Florence, to ask some assistance. Frescobald seeing something in his countenance more than ordinary, overlooked his tattered clothes, and pitying his circumstances, inquired "Who he was, and of what country?" "I am," said the stranger, "a native of England; my name is Thomas Cromwell, and my father-in-law is a poor shearman. I left my country to seek my fortune; came with the French army that was routed at Gatylion, where I was a page to a footman, and carried his bonnet after him." Frescobald commiserating his misfortunes, and having a particular respect for the English nation, clothed him genteelly; took him into his house till he had recovered strength; and at his taking leave, mounted him upon a good horse, with sixteen ducats of gold in his pockets. Cromwell expressed his thankfulness in a very grateful manner, and returned to England. On his arrival he entered the service of Cardinal Wolsey, and after his death he so effectually gained the favour of Henry VIII. that he was made a baron, afterwards a viscount, and after passing through several high and confidential offices, was appointed Lord High Chancellor of England.

While the fortunes of Cromwell were advancing so rapidly, Frescobald from repeated losses by sea and land, was reduced to poverty. Without thinking at all of Cromwell, he recollected that some English merchants