you have the goodness to change one of these louisd'ors, and give the peasant seven shillings and sixpence out of it-for that, as he confessed to me,

is all that his wood is worth, mainder to the poor Frenchman? I want nothing."

and return the re

For the breakfast

The judge was much moved at these words of the good innkeeper. He counted out the seven shillings and sixpence to the peasant, and dismissed him with a severe rebuke. The rest was returned to the emigrant, who, on hearing the story, with difficulty prevailed upon the innkeeper to accept a small sum for the peasant's breakfast.

THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.

IT was the schooner Hesperus

That sailed the wintry sea,

And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.

Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
That ope in the month of May.

Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in her strength;

She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.

Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,

And do not tremble so;

For I can weather the roughest gale

That ever wind did blow."

He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast ;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,

And bound her to the mast.

"O father! I hear the church bells ring; O say, what may it be?"

""Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!"
And he steered for the open sea.

"O father I hear the sound of guns;
O say, what may it be?"
"Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!"

"O father! I see a gleaming light ;

O say, what may it be?"

But the father answered never a word,-
A frozen corpse was he.

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
T'wards the reef of Norman's Woe.

To the rocks and breakers right ahead
She drifted, a dreary wreck,

And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.

She struck where the white and fleecy waves

Looked soft as carded wool;

But the cruel rocks they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.

At daybreak on the bleak sea-beach
A fisherman stood aghast,

To see the form of a maiden fair
Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes;

And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.

LONGFELLOW.

2

STORY OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.

THE Vessel stopped for a few moments at the wharf, when a nurse with a child in her arms, wishing to see the city, went to the upper deck. Suddenly, as she was leaning over the vessel, the child sprang from her arms into the terrible current and disappeared immediately. The confusion which ensued attracted the attention of a gentleman, who was sitting in the fore part of the boat quietly reading. Rising hastily, he asked for some article the child had worn. The nurse handed him a tiny apron she had torn off in her efforts to retain the babe in her arms. Turning to a splendid Newfoundland dog that was eagerly watching his countenance, he pointed first to the apron, and then to the spot where the

child had gone under. In an instant the noble dog leaped into the rushing water, and also disappeared. By this time the excitement was intense; and some persons on shore, supposing the dog was lost as well as the child, procured a boat, and started off to search for the body. Just at this moment the dog was seen far away with something in his mouth. Bravely he struggled with the waves, but it was evident his strength was failing fast, and more than one breast gave a sigh of relief as the boat reached him, and it was announced that he had the child, and that it was still alive. They were brought on board, the dog and the child.

Giving a single glance, to satisfy herself that the child was really living, the young mother rushed forward, and, sinking beside the dog, threw her arms around his neck, and burst into tears. Not many could view the sight unmoved; and as she caressed and kissed his shaggy head, she looked up to his owner and said :

Oh, sir, I must have this dog. I am rich; take all I have everything—but give me my child's preserver."

The gentleman smiled, and patting his dog's head, said: "I am very glad, madam, he has been of service, but nothing in the world could induce me to part with him.”

The dog looked as though he perfectly understood what they were talking about; and, giving his sides a shake, laid himself down at his master's feet, with an expression in his large eyes that said more plainly than words, "No, nothing shall part us."

NEVER give up!

NEVER GIVE UP.

It is wiser and better

Always to hope, than once to despair;
Fling off the load of doubt's cankering fetter,
And break the dark spell of tyrannical care.
Never give up! or the burden may sink you;

Providence kindly has mingled the cup;
And in all trials or troubles, bethink you,

The watchword of life must be, "Never give up!"

Never give up! There are chances and changes
Helping the hopeful a hundred to one;
And, through the chaos, high Wisdom arranges
Ever success, if you'll only hope on.
Never give up! for the wisest is boldest,

Knowing that Providence mingles the cup;
And of all maxims, the best, as the oldest,

Is the true watchword of, "Never give up!"

Never give up! Though the grape-shot may rattle, Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst;

Stand like a rock, and the storm and the battle
Little shall harm you, though doing their worst.
Never give up! If adversity presses,

Providence wisely has mingled the cup;
And the best counsel, in all your distresses,
Is the stout watchword of, "Never give up!"

TUPPER.