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It so happened that one of our customers, who carried on a successful business, wanted an active partner. This person was of eccentric habits, and considerably advanced in years. Scrupulously just, he looked on every penny and invariably discharged his workmen, if they were not equally scrupulous in their dealings with him.

Aware of this peculiarity of temper, there was no person I could recommend but Joseph, and after overcoming the repugnance of my partner, who was unwilling to be deprived of so valuable an assistant, Joseph was duly received into the firm of Richard Fairbrother & Co. Prosperity attended Joseph in his new undertaking, and never suffering a penny difference to appear in his transactions, he so completely won the confidence of his senior partner, that he left him the whole of his business, as he expressed in his will, "even to the very last penny."

THE LOST FOUND. Once there was a boy in Liverpool, who went into the water to bathe, and he was carried out by the tide. Though he struggled long and hard, he was not able to swim against the ebbing tide, and he was taken afar out to sea. He was picked up by a boat belonging to a vessel bound for Dublin. The poor little boy was almost lost. The sailors were all very kind to him, when he was taken into the vessel. One gave him a cap, another a jacket, another a pair of shoes, and so on.

But that evening a gentleman, who was walking near the place where the little boy had gone into the water, found his clothes lying on the shore. He searched and made inquiries; but no tidings were to be heard of the poor little boy. He found a piece of paper in the pocket



of the boy's coat, by which he discovered to whom the clothes belonged. The kind man went with a sad and heavy heart to break the news to the parents. He said to the father, “I am very sorry to tell you that I found these clothes on the shore; and could not find the lad to whom they belonged; I almost fear he has been drowned.” The father could hardly speak for grief; the mother was wild with sorrow. They caused every inquiry to be made, but no account was to be had of their boy. The house was sad; the little children missed their playfellow; mourning was ordered; the mother spent her time in crying; and the father's heart was heavy. He said little, but he felt much.

The lad was taken back in a vessel bound for Liverpool, and arrived on the day the mourning was to be brought home. As soon as he reached Liverpool, he set off towards his father's house. He did not like to be seen in the strange cap, and jacket and shoes which he had on; so he, went by the lanes, where he would not meet those whom he knew. At last he came to the hall door. He knocked. When the servant opened it, and saw who it was, she screamed with joy, and said, “ Here is Master Tom !” His father rushed out, and bursting into tears, embraced him. His mother fainted; " there was no more spirit in her.” What a happy day parents and children spent! They did not want the mourning. The father could say with Jacob, " It is enough ; my son is yet alive.

But what do you think will be the rejoicing in heaven when those who are in danger of being lost for ever, arrive, safely on that happy shore ? How will the angels rejoice, and the family of heaven be glad! Perhaps when some of you will hereafter go to heaven, your fathers and mothers, or brothers or sisters, will welcome you, and say, “ I am



delighted to see you safe. Welcome! welcome!” You will not go there like the boy with a cap and clothes of which he was ashamed, but in garments of salvation, white as snow, with crowns of glory that fade not away. And what must you do to be ready to enter heaven when you die ? Think what it is; and then do it.

THE BIBLE IN TURKEY. A Polish boy was once stolen from his home by a wild sort of people called Tartars, and by them sold as a slave to some Turks, who gave him the name of Ali Bey. He was a clever lad, and learned seventeen different languages. He was then made first dragoman to the sultan, Mohammed the Fourth. A dragoman is an interpreter. Every chief officer has a dragoman to assist him in knowing what people say, for there are several languages spoken in the Turkish empire.

A Dutch ambassador engaged Ali Bey to translate the Scriptures into Turkish, which he did after many years of study, and the copy was sent to Leyden to be printed. Ali Bey died soon after ; but from some notes he wrote on the copy of the Bible, there is reason to think his mind became enlightened by the truth of God, and that he received Jesus Christ as his Lord and Saviour. Instead of being printed at that time, this copy was put away in a library, where it was left for one hundred and fifty years. The British and Foreign Bible Society then heard of it, and sent over to get it. It was given into their hands, and, having had it faithfully corrected, it was published in London in 1828—the whole Bible in the Turkish language.

In 1850, nearly 5,000 copies of the Bible and 7,000 of 56


the New Testament had been printed. Now we may hope for a wider circulation of this precious volume ; indeed, we learn the Turks are willing to have the sacred Scriptures. A Bible depository has been opened in Constantinople, the chief city of Turkey, and large numbers of the Old and New Testaments are sold. May God bless the reading of his Word to the souls of the people in that land!

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What shall perish ? Plants that flourish,

Blossoms steeped in dewy tears,
Rushes that the brooklets cherish,

Oaks that brave a thousand years.



What shall perish? Thrones must crumble

Centuries wreck the proudest walls,
And the heedless travellers stumble

O'er the Cæsar's ruined halls.

What shall perish ? Man, the glory

Of this sublunary spot,
Like an oft-repeated story,

Shall be buried and forgot..

What shall perish ? In their courses

Stars must fall, and earth decay, :
And old ocean's mightiest forces

Like a bubble fleet away.

All shall perish, but their Maker ;

While the soul that trusts his grace,
Of His strength shall be partaker,

And in Heaven behold His face.


He was

A GENTLEMAN on horseback was once travelling through a thick forest in Virginia ; the trees grew closely on either side of his path, and met over his head. No house was within sight, or any other trace of man. just considering how complete was his solitude when he . suddenly heard a voice speaking. Greatly surprised, he stopped his horse and listened. He heard the words : "O Lord, cast one look on a poor Negro; his heart is as black as his skin. Lord Jesus, come and save a poor Negro."

The traveller advanced a step and saw a black man on his knees. Immediately the poor slave saw the stranger

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