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if you like it better, you can call at our kitchen door and ask Bridget to go to the rag-bag and get jou one of wy old suits, and then it won't cost your mother so much for patches."
Samuel was naturally an amiable boy, but this was too much for his good nature to bear; he turned suddenly toward William, with his face flushed with anger, and exclaimed, "You're an ugly, wicked boy, Bill, and when I'm big enough, I'll give you a good whipping for this! Yes, I'll do it, if I live to be a man!"
""Why, Patchy, dear, you're really getting 6mart," he returned, in a sneering tone; "I think we must put you in captain of our company. Boys," he continued, turning towards those who had followed him, "let us give three cheers for Patchy."
The air rang with the shouts of half a dozen boys while Samuel was hastening toward home, holding up the patch so that he might hide his naked knee.
Samuel Ward was the only child of his widowed mother. She lived in a little cottage, owned by William Brooks's father, and situated on the outskirts of his farm, and supported herself and her child by doing washing and ironing for the villagers. She could earn but little, and was accordingly obliged to economize closely, in order to supply herself and child with the common necessaries of life. Simuel at thiB time was eleven years of age, and his mother worked on, hoping that in a few years he would partially support himself, and eventually be able to render her some assistance. He was a sensitive boy, and it often required all the courage he could summon to go to school with his threadbare clothes and naked feet 5 but his mother used to tell him, if he got his lessons well and obeyed his teacher, it was more to his credit than to be drested in the finest broadcloth. He felt the truth of this, when he was by his mother's side, but found it hard to realize when his playfellows were making sport of his appearance. He had on this morning felt reluctant to wear the garments his mother had mended, but he resolved to be a remarkably good boy, and then the teacher's praises would make him forget how he looked. When he reached home he found his mother had gone out to work, but he succeeded in entering the house through a window, and then he sat down and cried as if his heart would break. He could see no use in trying to learn, and he resolved he wouldn't go to school any
more, and wouldn't try to be anybody. Then he wished he could die, and his mother too, and go home to heaven and live with his father, where he wouldn't have to wear patches, and where they would all love him and be kind to him. Thus he sat thinking hour after hour, when the bell rang twelve o'clock and his mother came home. She was very sorry for him, but all the consolation she could offer was to mend his clothes, and to advise him to go to school in the afternoon, and perhaps William would not be so unkind again.
He obeyed his mother, but he started to school with not half the courage he had in the morning. On his way, when his eye fell upon the great patches, the tears would begin to chase each other rapidly down his cheeks. He wondered, as he went along, why God let his mother be so poor, when she was the best woman in the whole world, and why he took his father to heaven when they wanted him so much here. Then he thought he ought to love God very much for letting him stay with his mother, because he afforded her so much comfort, she said, and there would be nothing in the world for her to live for, if it was not for him i and he resolved he would treat every one kindly, let them be as unkind to him as they might.
He succeeded in reaching the school-yard without being observed by the boys, and during the recess, William Brooks was so busy training his company that lie did not find time to tease Patchy as usual. When school closed, Samuel hastened home, feeling unusually happy, and his patches looked not more than half as big as when he started for school. The next day, however, William began vexing him by calling him all kinds of comical names to make the boys laugh. Samuel bore his troubles remarkably well, and he tried for his mother's sake to control his temper, though at times it was rather hard work. The only retaliation he ever offered was a threat of what he would do when he grew to be a big boy. For this William called him a coward, and dared him to strike a blow then. Samuel never raised his hand to strike, though lie was strongly tempted to do so, and he lived to rejoice that he so manfully resisted this temptation.
Ten years passed away, and Samuel, during the time, by industry and perseverance, had gradually risen, step by step, until he was a clerk, with a salary sufficient to support himself and his mother comfortably, and able to make a respectable appearance in the world.
William Brooks, during the time, had been admitted as a partner in his father's large mercantile establishment, and the firm of Brooks & Co. did the largest wholesale dry-goods business of any house in the city. William, however, was of but little consequence in the firm; he merely had the name of doing business, while his father and his clerks did the work. He had no inducement to work, for his father supplied all his wants, and he consequently valued money but little more than the air he breathed. While Samuel, early and late, was poring over loDg pages of accounts, happy in the thought that he was able to support his mother, and stimulated to still further exertion by the hope that eventually he should have the means to purchase her a home, William was riding about the country, neglecting his business, driving fast horses, and wasting his money by betting on their speed. Thus the two young men started on their journey of life.
Ten years more passed away. During this time, "William's father died, and the care of the business fell upon the son, and with the help of the well-trained and faithful clerks his father left behind, his business went on apparently successful for some years. But when the great financial crisis of 1857 came upon the commercial world, with scarcely a day's warning, William found he must sink with the rest. The banks refused to discount his notes, and he could raise no money on either his real estate or personal property. It fell like a terrible blow upon him, when he realized that the property his father had spent a lifetime in accumulating must all be sacrificed to meet a note of only a few thousand dollars.
The morning after the papers had announced his failure, he sat in his office a completely subdued man. He looked back upon his past life and plainly saw wherein he had erred. He had wasted his time and money, and had lived to no purpose whatever but pleasure, when he might at least have seoured a knowledge of business during these mis-spent years. Now he had nothing to fall back upon, and bitterly did he regret his folly. As he sat there with a pale, anxious countenance, the dbor opened, and a stranger entered. "This is Mr. Brooks, is it not?" he
asked, as he came towards the desk were William Bat.
"It is," he replied, looking up, expecting to see one of his creditors. "William Brooks?" "That is my name." "You Btopped payment, I saw by yesterday's papers," the straDger continued, as he took an offered seat.
"Yes," he sadly replied, "all my property must be sacrificed to meet a note of only a few thousand."
"How much do you need to meet your present payment?"
"Six thousand dollars to-day would save me."
"What security can you give?" A ray of hope lighted up William's countenance as he replied, "Security on the best real estate in the city—worth four times that amount. Have you any idea where the money can be raised?"
"I think I can accommodate you. Seeing a noticeof your suspeniion, and having money I wished to invest, I have travelled over fifty miles this morning in order to help you out of your troubles."
"To whom am I indebted for this act of kindness ?" he exclaimed, as he passionately grasped the stranger's hand.
"You do not remember me.; but we were schoolfellows twenty years ago; my name is Ward—Samuel Ward."
"Samuel Ward," he repeated, "the name has gone from me. 'TiB strange I should forget so true and faithful a friend."
"You have not forgotten Little Patchy, have you, who used to go to the academy at Brookdale, and how the boys used to tease him and laugh at the great patches on his clothes, and he used to run home crying to his poor mother? At any rate, Patchy remembers you. I used to think, if I lived to be a man, I would have my revenge; but manhood has changed my feelings; and when I saw the notice of your failure, I concluded the best punishment I could give you, and the one you would be most likely to remember, and at the same time afford me most satisfaction, would be to lend you a helping hand in the midst of your misfortunes."
"This is too much for me," William returned, his eyes filling with tears; "it is truly heaping coals of fire upon myjhead; but I trust," he continued in a tremulous voice, "that I never shall forget the lesson this noble act teaches me, that the moat effectual punishment you can give an enemy is to return good for evil."
"Yes, and if you have children," Samuel added, "teach them to treat kindly the poor and despised; warm and generous hearts beat as often beneath a threadbare coat as beneath the finest broadcloth. If what I have done this morning oausea one of our worthy poor to be more kindly con
sidered, I shall be troll repaid for all my trouble."
A few hours after, William received his money, and Samuel his mortgage, and from that day they have been warm and faithful friends; and William, through Samuel's influence, has become a wiser and a better man.
GO TO GOD FOR EVERYTHING. "But," says one, "how can I have the face to draw near to God when my troubles are not religious troubles; when my difficulties are all of a lower and secular kind? and how can I bring such things as these
O, then, your thought of God has been
that he only interested himself in religious
things. How did he come to make a body
Nothing is unimportant which has a relation to that immortality in which you are to stand. Your troubles and pains are as important to God as the chant of angels. All the incidents and accidents of life are instruments in the formation of your soul. Why, there is not a thing in a man, from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head, that has not more or less to do with the fashioning of his eternal condition. If you would bring your secular troubles, your every-day affairs, to God oftener, you would find more freshness and joy in reli
gious life. One reason why the rsligious life of people is so impoverished and so conventional is, that they do not carry personality with it. It is not their daily life. The things that are strongest on them and about them are not the things that belong to their religion. The power of their life goes in one channel, and their religion in another. But the power of a man's life and his religion must go together, or he cannot be thoroughly ancHruly a Ouristian, or have the full enjoyment of Christianity. Then carry your clothes to God; carry your gains to him j cany your bargains to him j carry your mistakes, and other people's mistakes, to him. Go to him with the thousand infelicities that make you unhappy, and other people about you unhappy. So, not irreverently, not heedlessly, but penetrated with this -feeling, that as the summer is made up of myriads of little things that suit its abundance and wealth, so your life is made up of these little things.—Eenry Ward Beecher.
three towns in whioh I was preaching yesterday are fighting, and, as I hear, killing each other. Should I tell you that they are experiencing a rate of mortality unusually severe, that they are mad upon their superstitions, that their witchcraft fails them, that they are looking with suspicion upon one another, and that a vessel has been wrecked lately, and the natives have found much property in the water, and are getting tipsy over their findings, you may know something of the state of things here."
But this does not dishearten the missionary. Again he writes:—" On Lord's day, as I was going out to preach among the people who had so recently been fighting, I found them dressed and armed for war. I hastened to all the chiefs in the neighbourhood, spoke to them of peace and love, and had the happiness to see the men disperse, with the assurance that there would be no fighting. I had several opportunities that day of preaching to persons of distinction, who had been brought together to deliberate on the state of affairs. They heard me patiently, and parted in peace."
When taking possession of his new station at John Aqua's town, Mr. Diholl did not see a single female in the neighbourhood wearing a garment: a wrapper round the loins was all their dress, and some had not even that. Many of the children came to school without a thread of any kind upon their persons. But the women are often very cruelly treated. One day, going to Charley Didos' town, Mr. Diboll saw a woman chained to a tree. She had two fresh wounds on her head, each about two inches long, and another across the collar-bone, and sundry cuts about the back and sides. She was a slave. The missionary sought her master, who was on the beach, and at his solicitation the poor creature was released. A few days later, he saw another woman laden with very heavy chains, in the town where he resides. Both these women were recently bought, and had been torn from their husbands and children elsewhere. They suffered for having tried to get back to their oountry and friends.
As an illustration of African customs, wo may give the following:—A short time ago a near relative of King Aqua died, and his death was followed by great confusion and noise. On the death of a man, the women abstain from washing themselves for nine
days, covor their breasts with soot and ashes, shave all the hair off the head, eaf Indian corn and other light food (this they oall fasting), and dance and make sore lamentation. On the ninth day they hold a festival, during which they eat, drink, dance, shout, and beat vehemently their drums. These festivals usually follow an attack upon some neighbouring town, when they murder two or three of the inhabitants and bring in their heads as trophies. On the death of a chief, it is often, the case that some of his people are charged with having caused his death by witchcraft. When recently one died, a slave was accused of this crime, and because he could not pass the " Sassu water" ordeal, the whole of his row of small country houses was burnt to the ground, and his plantain trees were destroyed. The man himself was driven into the bush, where he tried twice to hang himself: both times the rope broke. He said that he Bhould not try any more, "because God no will for him to die yet."
But the gross superstitions of the people sometimes lead to human sacrifices being made to propitiate the dark spirits they dread. Thus, on the 22nd of last December, two poor creatures were stolen from one of the neighbouring tribes, and one of them killed in honour of the Bpirit of a departed chief. Some of the mission people who were in that part of the country were Beized, but the prompt arrival of a canoe from the mission saved their lives.
It is gratifying to know that the presence of the missionaries often prevents wars from breaking out, and their interposition saves the lives of captives and slaves doomed to death. The chiefs usually welcome the messengers of peace among them, and will even quarrel with each other to secure their residence in the towns over which they rule. Their utter ignorance is a great obstacle to the progress of the Gospel; still many hear with pleasure the words of life. Says Mr. Diboll: "The people here will, some of them, listen very attentively to what we Bay, will acknowledge that they never heard words so good, that they have nothing at all to put in the place where our words go, and that if all the people loved our word the world would be a fine place. 'But no more; he no be black man fashion. We father left we them fashion we do, and we do urn.' So said one of my neighbours who is beginning to talk English. The Sabbath is unknown
here, and men are unused to set speech. It will be some time before the people will acquire a love for Christian Sabbath usages. But now and then a sunbeam crosses our path, and from it we gather all the hope we can. Lately a chief who lives about fire miles away, after I had done preaching to him, said, 'If God Almighty wants me, me I want him too.' A few days since I was there again, and after preaching, lie said, * I do not know if my people waut this word; but me I do want it.' I hope to see the day when it may be said that he has it indeed."
Much faith and patience will be required to establish the kingdom of Christ among a people so degraded, to impart to them even the rudiments of knowledge, and to awaken a desire for the comforts and advantages rf civilization. This end our missionaries diligently strive to attain. On the Cameroons
river, at Bethel station, a church has been formed of more than fifty persons, who were once immersed in all the degradations of Paganism, but have been gathered to Christ's footstool. The New Testament and portions of t he Old have been translated and printed, together with a few school-books; and five or six btations have been founded amongst them, from which the Light of Life may spread. Our roaders will largely aid our brethren by their prayers, that amid many perils their lives may be preserved. Plain and simple garments are very useful, both for children who attend school, and adults who wish to frequent the house of God. As Mr. Saker will shortly return to Africa, it is desirable that any gifts of this kind should soon be prepared and forwarded to the Mission House, to go out with him.
At the time we write the great issue of peace and war appears to bane trembling in the balance. The Conference on Banish affairs, which has met Bo often, has met, according to all the accounts, in ^ain; and if all the efforts of the members of the Conference should prove ultimately to hare been fruitless, then we suppose there will be no alternative but another appeal to arms. The grave question for us is, what course our G-overnment will take if war Bhould again be resorted to. It were foolish to venture on any prediction or even^guess here, when probably the matter will be decided before this page appears. At present, all the probabilities point, alas, to war.
The Parliamentary history of the month has been of more interest than importance. The Government has been teased with questions about Denmark, to which their pledge of secresy has prevented them from giving satisfactory replies. The Chancellor of the Exchequer has carried his Government Annuities Bill through its third reading. The Attorney-General has been compelled to withdraw his Church Buildings Acts Amendment Hill, by which, as we stated in a former number, Church-rates would have been made legal in from one to two thousand additional parishes!
The past month has witnessed the departure of two men once remarkable. Mr. W. J. Fox, the eloquent former member for Oldham, died on the 3rd ult.; and Mr. William Smith O'Brien, the former Irish agitator and convict, died on the 19th ult. Mr. O'Brien had for many years lived almost in retirement. One interesting incident we have heard told respecting him, which we have not seen in print. When he was in Clonmel Gaol, under sentence of death, he sent his portrait to his mother, with these words underwritten :— "Whether on the gallows high,
Or in the battle's van,
Is where he dies for man."
His mother, who was an eminently Christian
Or on the dark green sod,
Is where he dwells with God." As will be remembered, the life of Mr. O'Brien was, by a wise and merciful policy, spared; and some years since he was allowed to return to Ireland.
Most of the Associations have held their meetings during the month. So far as we can yet judge, the statistical reports are generally not favourable; but "the churches have rest," and prosper generally in higher things than statistics can represent. Still we should not be satisiled without larger additions, which may God in mercy give as the result of our labours!
South Molton, Devon.—An interesting meeting was held on Tuesday, May 17th, in connection with the Baptist friends at South Molton, Devon. The object o( it was to raise a fund for the purpose of building a house as a residence for the minister. A piece of freehold land adjoining the chapel was purchased 'some years ago, and is properly placed in trust for the object stated. The gronnd, as well as the chapel and schoolrooms, are entirely free from debt. The church and congregation, however, have, from various causes, been reduced to a very low state, and consequently are quite unable to support a minister, or to raise funds for the house. About three years Bince, Mr. Saunders, of Brixham, having resigned his pastorate there, came to reside in this town, and was induced to occupy the pulpit till some other and better arrangement migntbe made; this he has continued to do up to the present time. But feeling, from his age and its concomitants, that he cannot long go on with his