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"Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in Him and he shall bring it to pass." Psalm xxxvii. 5.

"All my times shall ever be
Ordered by thy wise decree;

Times of sickness, times of health,
Times of penury, and wealth,

Times of trial, and of grief,

Times of triumph and relief."

"O Lord, I know that the way of man is not in himself, it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps." Jer. x. 23.

In meditating on these passages, I had been strongly impressed with the duty of acquiescence in the divine will, and in consequence, when the nurse admonished me to leave the orchard, I answered not a word, but returned to the cottage, with my little Red Book in my hand, and actually fell asleep, repeating the texts I had learned in the orchard. Little then did I think how near relief was at hand, and how very soon I should be set free from that horrible suspense in which I had lingered for the last twelve hours. During that night I was taken ill with a complaint in the head, by which I was so entirely deprived of my recollection, that many days, nay, some weeks passed, without my being able to remember any thing that took place.

My life was long despaired of; but at length my disorder took a favorable turn, and after a long and deep sleep, I opened my eyes, and found my father sitting on one side of me, and my mother on the other; and in a few days I was conveyed from the friendly cottage to my happy home. Since that period, all my sisters have been. united with me in the tenderest bonds of affection, being made of one heart, and one mind with me. Neither have we ever since our restoration to health, omitted the daily study of that little Red Book, which was my sole guide and counsellor in the hour of my deepest distress.

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PEEP FROM MY WINDOW.

A certain Poet says in two very striking lines, which the young may easily remember,

"An idler is a watch that wants both hands,

As useless when it goes, as when it stands."

I was taking home these lines to my own business and bosom, Mr. Editor, the other day, when lounging upon my sofa after dinner-I dine at two o'clock-and in endeavouring to exonerate myself from the charge of idleness, I thought it possible that though the body was inactive, the exercise of the mind was not positively useless. You shall judge by the following account which I here send you of myself, leaving you and your young readers to guess who and what I am, how old or how young, whether in health or in sickness, in strength or weakness, if such circumstances be worth a conjecture, but particularly wishing you and them to decide whether, like Cowper's watch, I am quite useless, wanting both head and hands.

I am sorry that from the task I have imposed upon myself I shall have more the appearance of an egotist than I could have wished; but it is at present a matter of necessity, and you must pardon me.

Being somewhat of a meditative, as well as somewhat of an inquisitive mood, two qualities meet in me perhaps not so much opposed to each other as is generally imagined. Those animals which lay their listless length for hours in the sun, ruminating on buttercups and daisies, are often seen for many an hour before browsing in the meadows and green pastures. So it is with me, a lounge on the sofa is generally preceded by a morning's walk; and my afternoon's meditation is often succeeded by speculations from my window, or observations on the company I meet with in my friend's drawing room.

It happened as I was taking my siesta yesterday afternoon, that the wild music of a Savoyard in the street, caught my attention, and going to the window to listen, I threw him a few half-pence wrapt up in that beautiful tract," Do you want a Friend?" receiving in return, the half intelligible, but most sweet blessing, of un pauvre etranger.

A stranger in the streets of London thought I, for I happened

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