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talked with them familiarly about the country. The dinner being set, he placed the miller and his wife next to himself, one on each hand, at the head of the table, and paid great attention to them, inviting them to make free and eat hearty.

In the course of the entertainment, he asked the miller a great many questions about his family and his relations. The miller told him that he was the eldest son of his father, who had been also a miller, at the same mill he then possessed ; that he had two brothers, tradesmen, and one sister, married to a tradesman ; that his own family consisted of one son and three daughters.

The general asked him if he never had any other brother than those he had mentioned. He replied, he had once another, but he was dead many years ago; for they had never heard of him since he enlisted, and went away with soldiers, when he was very young, and he must certainly have been killed in the wars. The general observing the company much surprised at his behaviour to these people, thinking he did it by way of diversion, said to them, “Gentlemen, you have always been very curious to know who and whence I am ; I now inform you, this is the place of my nativity, and you have now heard, from this my elder brother, what my family is.”

And then turning towards the miller and his wife, he embraced them very affectionately, telling them he was their supposed dead brother; and, to confirm it, he related everything that had happened in the family before he left it. The general invited them all to dine with him next day at the miller's, where a plentiful entertainment was provided, and told them that was the house where he was born. General Baur then made a generous provision for all his relations, and sent to Berlin, for his education, the miller's only son, who turned out an accomplished young man.



Speechless interpreters of thought,

And feeling's hidden dower;
With eloquence resistless fraught,

How touching is your power!

In joy's ecstatic mood, what tone

To gladness can beguile,
With fascination of its own,

Like rapture’s silent smile ?
In anguish, what can more reveai

Than all that meets the ear?
What but the eloquent appeal

Of sorrow's silent tear!
In love, to those who truly know

What smiles and tears can saya
More of the hidden heart they show

Than language can convey.
And in that purer element,

Ethereal and divine,
Which thought and feeling represent

As worship's purest shrine ;
Far, far beyond the influence

That rhetoric most reveres,
The spirit's holier eloquence,

Of silent smiles and tears.
The patient sufferer's smile, when born

Of faith, to God is dear;
Nor will his mercy ever scorn

Contrition's voiceless tear!



The Germans of rank and fortune were formerly remarkable for the custom of having their sons instructed in some mechanical business, by which they might be habituated to a spirit of industry, secured from the miseries of idleness, and qualified, in case of necessity, to support themselves and their families. A striking proof of the utility of this custom occurs in the following narrative.

A young German nobleman of great merit and talents paid his addresses to an accomplished young lady of the Palatinate, and applied to her father for his consent to marry her. The old nobleman, amongst other observations, asked him how he expected to maintain his daugh

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ter. The young man, surprised at such a question, observed that his possessions were known to be ample, and as secure as the honours of his family.

“ All this is very true," replied the father ; well know that our country has suffered much from wars and devastation, and that new events of this nature may sweep away all your estate, and render you destitute. To keep you no longer in suspense,” continued the father, with great politeness and affection, “ I have seriously resolved never to marry my daughter to any person, who, whatever

may be hiş honours or property, does not possess some mechanical art, by which he may be able to support her, in case of unforeseen events." The

young nobleman, deeply affected with his determination, was silent for a few moments, when, recovering himself, he declared that he believed his happiness so much depended on the proposed union, that no difficulty or submissions, consistent with his honour, should prevent him from endeavouring to accomplish it. He begged to know whether he might be allowed six months to acquire the knowledge of some manual art. The father, pleased with the young man's resolution and affection for his daughter, consented to the proposal, and pledged his honour that the marriage should take place, if, at the expiration of the time limited, he should succeed in his undertaking.

Animated by the tenderest regard, and by a high sense of the happiness he hoped to enjoy, he went immediately into Flanders, engaged himself to a white twig basketmaker, and applied every power of ingenuity and industry to become skilled in the business. He soon obtained a complete knowledge of the art; and, before the expiration of the time proposed, returned, and brought with him, as specimens of his skill, several baskets, adapted to fruit, flowers, and needlework.

These were presented to the young lady, and universally admired for the delicacy and perfection of the workmanship. Nothing now remained to prevent the accomplishment of the noble youth's wishes, and the marriage was solemnised to the satisfaction of all parties.

The young couple lived several years in affluence, and seemed, by their virtues and moderation, to have secured the favours of fortune. But the ravages of war at length, extended themselves to the Palatinate. Both the families

were driven from the country, and their estates forfeited. And now opens a most interesting scene.

The young nobleman commenced his trade of basketmaking, and, by his superior skill in the art, soon commanded extensive business. For many years he liberally supported, not only his own family, but also that of the good old nobleman, his father-in-law, and enjoyed the high satisfaction of contributing, by his own industry, to the happiness of connexions doubly endeared to him by their misfortunes, and who otherwise would have sunk into the miseries of neglect and indigence, sharpened by the remembrance of better days.


Vital spark of heavenly flame,
Quit, О quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying !
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
“ Sister spirit, come away.”.
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death ?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?

O Death! where is thy sting?


CHRISTIAN MARTYRS. Mary possessed few qualities either estimable or amiable. Her person was as little engaging as her manner;

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and, amidst the complication of vices which entered into her composition, obstinacy, bigotry, violence, cruelty, we scarcely find any virtue but sincerity, unless we add vigour of mind—a quality which seems to have been inherent in her family. During this queen's reign, persecution for religion was carried to the most terrible height. The mild counsels of Cardinal Pole, who was inclined to toleration, were overruled by Gardner and Bonner, and multitudes of all conditions, ages, and sexes, were committed to the flames.

The persecutors began with Rogers, prebendary of St Paul's, a man equally distinguished by his piety and learning, but whose domestic situation, it was hoped, would bring him to compliance. He had a wife, whom he tenderly loved, and ten children; yet did he continue firm in his principles. And such was his serenity after condemnation, that the jailers, it is said, awaked him from a sound sleep when the hour of his execution approached. He suffered at Smithfield.

Hooper, bishop of Gloucester, was condemned at the same time with Rogers, but was sent to his own diocese to be punished, in order to strike the greater terror into his flock. His constancy at his death, however, had a very contrary effect. It was a scene of consolation to Hooper to die in their sight, bearing testimony to that doctrine which he had formerly taught among them; and be continued to exhort them till his tongue, swollen by the violence of his agony, denied him utterance.

Ferrar, bishop of St David's, also suffered this terrible punishment in his own diocese; and Ridley, bishop of London, and Latimer, formerly bishop of Worcester, two prelates, venerable by their years, their learning, and their piety, perished together in the same fire at Oxford, supporting each other's constancy by their mutual exhortations. Latimer, when tied to the stake, called to his companion, “ Be of good cheer, my brother; we shall this day kindle such a flame in England, as, I trust in God, will never be extinguished.”

Sanders, a respectable clergyman, was committed to the flames at Coventry. A pardon was offered him, if he would recant; but he rejected it with disdain, and embraced the stake, saying, Welcome, cross of Christ ! welcome, everlasting life !"


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