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was excited; and his soul obtained that relief which brought him to the love of those truths which he afterwards so ably and successfully preached.

Ibid.

SAINT PUMP.

THE Chevalier Forbin, who for a considerable time in the reign of Louis XV., was commodore of two cruising frigates in the French service, relates, that in one of the furious tempests peculiar to the Mediterranean, when his ship had lost most of her rigging, and was in a very leaky state, on coming one day from below upon deck, he found the sailors on their knees, one praying to St. Peter, another to St. Paul, another to St. Thomas, another to St. Andrew, &c. &c., when he thus addressed them: "My lads, it may do very well to pray to all these Saints in fine weather, but St. Pump, St. Pump! is the only saint that can save us now!" This, it appears, was a word just in season; the men fled to the pumps, and thus the frigate and crew were saved.

Ibid.

THE CONSCIENTIOUS BARBER.

A BARBER, who lived at Bath, passing a place of worship one Sunday, peeped in, just as the minister was giving out his text, "Remember the Sabbath-day, to keep it holy." He listened long enough to be convinced, that he was constantly in the habit of breaking the laws of God and man, by shaving and dressing his

customers on Sunday. He became uneasy, and went with a heavy heart to his Sunday task. At length he took courage, and opened his mind to the minister; who advised him to give up Sunday dressing, and worship God. He replied, beggary would be the consequence; he had a flourishing trade, but it would almost all be lost. He told him he must not confer with flesh and blood; but trust God, who requires from us no more than is for our good; never asks us to make any sacrifice, but he will abundantly compensate: the command being absolute admits of no relaxation. He could not bring his mind to it at once; sounded his customers, and soon found they would employ another. At length, after many a sleepless night, spent in weeping and praying, he was determined to cast all his care on God; as the more he reflected, the more his duty became apparent. He discontinued Sunday dressing; went constantly and early to a church or meeting; and soon enjoyed that self-gratulation which is one of the rewards of doing our duty, and, in due time, that peace of God which the world can neither give nor take away. The consequences he foresaw, actually followed; his genteel customers left him, as he was nicknamed Puritan or Methodist. He was obliged to give up his fashionable shop; and, from various gradations in life, he became so reduced as to take a cellar under the old market-house, and shave the farmers!

One Saturday evening, between light and dark, a stranger from one of the coaches asking for a barber, was directed by the hostler to the cellar opposite. Coming in hastily, he requested to be shaved quickly, while they changed horses, as he did not like to violate the Sabbath! This was touching the barber on a tender chord: he burst into tears, asked the stranger to lend him a half-penny to buy a candle, as it was not

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light enough to shave him with safety. He did so, revolving in his mind the extreme poverty to which the poor man must be reduced before he could make such a request. When shaved, he said, "There must be something extraordinary in your history, which I have not now time to hear. Here is half-a-crown for you; when I return, I will call and investigate your case. What is your name? "William Reed." "William Reed!" echoed the stranger, "William Reed! by your dialect you are from the west." "Yes, Sir, from Kingston, near Taunton." "William Reed, from Kingston, near Taunton! What was your Father's name?""Thomas." "Had he any brother?" "Yes, Sir, one, after whom I was named; but he went to the Indies, and as we never heard from him, we suppose him to be dead." "Come along, follow me; " said the stranger, "I am going to see a person name is William Reed, of Kingston, near Taunton. Come and confront him. If you prove to be indeed him you say you are, I have glorious news for you; your uncle is dead, and left you an immense fortune, which I will put you in possession of, when all legal doubts are removed." They went by the coach, saw the pretended William Reed, and proved him to be an impostor. The stranger, who was a pious attorney, was soon legally satisfied of the barber's identity; told him he had advertised him in vain. Providence had now thrown him in his way in a most extraordinary manner, and he had much pleasure in transferring a great many thousand pounds to a worthy man, the rightful heir of the property.

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REMARKABLE SAYINGS OF CHILDREN.

"PAPA," said a little boy to his father, "what is the meaning of the words Cherubim and Seraphim, which we meet with in the Holy Scriptures?"-"Cherubim," replied his father, "is a Hebrew word signifying knowledge: Seraphim is another word of the same language, and signifies flame. Whence it is supposed, that the Cherubim are angels who excel in knowledge; and that the Seraphim are angels likewise, who excel in loving God." "I hope then," said the little boy, "when I die, I shall be a Seraph; for I would rather love God than know all things!"

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This sensible and pious child was the son of Bishop Berkeley. His life was short: he is now gone, we trust, to that happy land, where, with his excellent father, and with the spirits of just men made perfect," he has a complete knowledge of God, and loves him with unabating ardour.

When a little girl was expostulated with by a Clergyman for attending a Sunday-school belonging to a different place of worship from his own, she very acutely replied in the words of Dr. Watts:

"I have been there, and still would

"Tis like a little heaven below."

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A child of six years of age, introduced into company for his extraordinary abilities, was asked by a dignified Clergyman, "Where God was," with the offer of an orange. "Tell me,” replied the boy, "where he is not, and I will give you two."

A very little girl walking home with her aunt on a

fine frosty evening, had her attention attracted by the brilliant appearance of the heavens, and pointing to the stars, she said with great simplicity: Aunt, what are these? Are they little gimlet holes, to let the glory through ?"

As a little boy, not more than four years old, was returning home, one winter's evening, with his maid, who carried a lantern in her hand, the wind blew out the candle, and they were left in the dark." Don't be afraid, Betty," said he, "the great, good Being takes care of us in the dark, as well as in the light ;by night, as well as by day."

Sarah Henley, a little girl about eleven years of age, said to a relation who complained of poverty, "A man may go to heaven without a penny in his purse, but not without grace in his heart."

A little boy, about six years old, the son of Mr. and Mrs. G-, of Salisbury, was one day sitting very thoughtful. Being asked what he was thinking about, "I am thinking," said he, "of the great God of heaven and that I must die."

"What a beautiful place heaven is ?" said a little boy, not four years old. "Why do you think so?" said his mamma. "Because," said he, alluding to the stars, "the nails in the floor are so beautiful.” Juvenile Anecdotes.

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