A STORM AT SEA.

"Mother, you will let me go?"

A terrific storm is sweeping along the wild coast of North Devonshire. The Dynmouth life-boat is prepared to make its way to a foreign vessel, which, at some short distance from the land, is showing signs of dire distress. The life-boat crew is complete, with the exception of one Young Will Carew, a Dynmouth fisher-lad and an expert sailor, is offering to fill the vacant place. But first he bends down gently to a woman, who stands beside him on the dreary shore, and it is his clear, brave voice that we hear above the raging of the storm.

man.

"Mother, you will let me go?"

The mother has been a widow only six short months. Her husband was a fisherman; he put out one bright day last spring, for the last time in his small fishing-boat, upon a delusively calm sea. A sudden squall came on; broken fragments of the boat were seen next morning on the beach, but the fisherman returned no more to home and love. And now the son asks permission to brave the horrors of that sea, which his father found so pitiless.

"I will." And Will Carew makes his way through the awestruck crowd. Another moment and he is in his mother's arms. He feels and knows for the first time, the whole depth of that wondrous maternal love, which Love Omnipotent has chosen as its best earthly token.

"Mother listen. I have a tale for your ears. May God teach me how to tell it right. One of the men saved last night was a Dynmouth fisherman." The boy's voice is soft and grave, but it is evident that he steadies it only with a strong effort.

"A fearful storm had overtaken him upon the sea, one day not many months ago. He was observed and sayed by a foreign vessel. The vessel was outward bound. Away from home, from wife, from kindred, the man was forced to sail; and by wife and kindred he was mourned as dead. He arrived at the vessel's destined port, only to set sail again with the first ship bound for England. Last night he found himself within sight of home; but a wild storm was raging on land and sea, and once more the man stood face to face with a terrible death. Help came in his need; help, God-sent, God-directed. And-" The boy breaks down now. On his knees by his mother's feet, he clasps her hands convulsively in his and his voice comes only through his thick sobs :

"Mother darling, try to bear the happy truth. When your brave heart, a heart which, in the midst of its own sorrow, could feel for the sorrow of others, sent me forth last night to the succor of the distressed, you knew not-how should you know?-that you sent me to the rescue of my dear father's life. God gave him to me. God has given him, mother, back to our grateful love."

Not another word is spoken. Locked in each other's arms, mother and son pour out their hearts in a flood of unspeakably happy tears.

A step is heard; the rescued man stands by his own fireside, remembering, with deep emotion, that his place there has been won for him by the skill and courage of his son.

With a cry of wild joy the mother rushes forward, and her head finds its long lost place upon her husband's breast.

Ah! Love, supreme, unutterable! Strange indeed are the paths through which Thy Divine wisdom leads Thy children to pure happiness! In mute reverence we bow before the mighty Tenderness, which crowns and blesses earthly love.-Olive Leaf.

TRUTH.

Why should you fear the truth to tell!
Does falsehood ever do so well?
Can you be satisfied to know

There's something wrong to hide below!
No; let your fault be what it may,
To own it is the better way.

A fierce passionate refusal rises to the woman's lips. But her sad eyes move slowly towards the distressed vessel; she thinks of the many loved lives in jeopardy within it, thinks, with a sudden pang of agonized pity, of many distant, dear homes in peril of bereavement; she turns to the boy, and her voice is calm and courageous as his own:"Go my son. And may God Almighty go with you, and WELL SAID. The will of Patrick Henry closed with the bring you safe back to your mother's heart!" following significant testimony to the value of the Christian reHurriedly she leaves the beach, hurriedly seeks her deso-ligion: I have now disposed of all my property to my family. late home, and alone she wrestles with the pain of her old

sorrow and her new fear.

There is one more thing I wish I could give them, and that is the Christian religion. If they had that, and I had not given them one shilling, they would be rich; and if they had not that, and I had given them all the world, they would be poor."

I

asked a little boy last evening-" Have you called your grand-
A sweet little incident is related by a writer, who says:
"Yes. When I went to call her she was asleep,
ma to tea?"
and I didn't know how to wake her. I didn't wish to hallo at
grandma, nor shake her; so I kissed her cheek and that woke
her very softly. Then I ran into the hall, and said pretty loud,
Grandma, tea is ready.' And she never knew what woke her."

Tom Thriftless buys what he does not want because it is a great bargain, and so is soon brought to sell what he does want, and finds it a very little bargain.

HOW BESS MANAGED TOM. Tom's sister Nell was pretty, and being a year older than Tom, wanted to show her authority over him. Tom was rough and awkward, and just at the age when a boy resists all meddling with his "rights." He would put his hands in his pockets, his chair on Nell's dress, and his feet on the window-sill. Of course they often quarreled.

"For pity's sake, Tom, do take your hands out of your pockets! "Nell would say in her most vexing manner.

"What are pockets for, I'd like to know, if not to put one's hands in?" And Tom would whistle and march off.

"Tom, I don't believe you've combed your hair for a week!

"Well, what's the use? It would be all roughed up again in less than an hour."

"I do wish, Tom, you would take your great boots off the window-sill!"

"O, don't bother me, I'm reading!" Tom would say, and the boots refused to stir an inch, which, of course, was very naughty. And so it would go from morning till night.

But little Bess had a different way with somewhat stubborn Tom. Bess seemed to understand that coaxing was better than driving. And sometimes, when he sat with both hands plunged in his pockets, Bess, with a book or a picture, would nestle down beside him, and almost before he knew it one hand would be patting her curls, while the other turned the leaves or held the pictures. If she chanced to see his feet on the window-sill she would say:

"Just try my ottoman, Tom, dear, and see how comfortable it is to the feet;" and though Tom occasionally growled in a good-natured way about its being too low, the boots always came down to its level. Whenever his hair looked very rough, she would steal behind him and smooth it out in a way Tom liked so well that it was a temptation to let it go rough just for the pleasure of having her comb it. Yet for the next three days, at least, he would take special pains to keep every hair in its place, simply to please little Bess.

As they grew older, Bess, in the same quiet, loving way, helped him to grow wise and manly. If she had an interesting book, she always wanted Tom to enjoy it with her; if she were going to call on any of her young friends, Tom was always invited to go with her.

FAME.

BY Z. D.

Hearest thou not what Fame is sounding,
Among the haunts of men?

Hearest thou not whose name's resounding,
From mountain and from glen?

I hear it not, my ear is cold,
My eyes are dim, and I am old.

The deeds that thou hast done they're singing,
With songs of thine the air is ringing;
Thou art the theme, thine is the praise,
That high to thee they joyous raise.

Alas for me! in manhood's pride,

I vainly sought that praise to gain,
And there was one then, by my side,
To whom that praise had not been vain ;
But she in the cold earth sleeps,
And there my heart its vigil keeps.
The palsied ear no clarion hears,
The bleeding heart no clarion cheers;
The balm of peace, alone it seeks,
It listeth not of what Fame speaks.

“READ—TRY.”—There was once a very little boy who used to ask his mother a great many questions, and how do you think she answered him? 64 Read, and you will know," said she, and then she would give him books, where he found all he wished to know.

Sometimes, too, this little boy used to wish that he could do this difficult thing, or that difficult thing, and instead of discouraging him, this good mother would say one little word, and that word was " Try." The little boy was Sir William Jones, afterwards one of the most learned men that ever lived.

A POOR grasshopper, outliving the summer and ready to perish with cold and hunger, came near a settlement of ants, living happily in their well-stored home. He humbly begged a morsel of bread. One of the little ants asked him what he had been doing all summer, that he had not laid up as much as they had.

"I can't understand," said Lady Nell, "why you should "Alas! gentlemen ants," said the poor, starving grasshopper, want that boy forever at your elbow! He's rough and awk-"I passed the time merrily, in drinking, singing and dancing, ward as a bear." and never once thought of the winter."

"Some bears are as gentle as kittens," said Bess, slipping her arm through his with a loving hug, while the "bear" felt a great warm glow at his heart as he walked away with Bess, and determined to try harder to be "gentle as a kitten," for her sake.

"If that be the case," replied the ant, "all I have to say is, they who drink, sing and dance in summer, must starve in winter."

Let this fable teach you, children, to be industrious, laying up stores of knowledge for after years, doing good, but above all laying up treasures in heaven.

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