"TRY HIM AGAIN."

Ar a teachers' meeting, a few months ago, in the village of L- a youth of about sixteen was reported for bad conduct. His teacher having borne his ill manners a considerable time, saw it to be highly necessary, for the good of the school, that some extraordinary measures should be adopted for his reformation; accordingly his name, in connection with his character, was brought before the teachers, who thought it best to bear with him a little longer, pray for him, and give him another trial. The next teachers' meeting, which was held a few weeks ago, the same youth was present, soundly converted to God, and a consistent and promising member of society. Another youth had to be reported at this meeting for ill behaviour, and the teachers had the unspeakable pleasure of hearing this young convert pray with great fervency, that God would enlighten his mind, and lead him to the same Saviour who had so recently turned him from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God. May his prayer be effectual! We also observe with pleasure, that, since this now happy youth has been brought to God, a sister, and a mother, and a father, have all been led to the lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of the world. In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thy hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good;" and "He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.”

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!

There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair!

The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mourning for the dead;

The heart of Rachel, for her children crying,
Will not be comforted!

Let us be patient! These severe afflictions
Not from the ground arise,

But oftentimes celestial benedictions

Assume this dark disguise.

We see but dimly through the mists and vapours;

Amid these earthly damps,

What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers,

May be heaven's distant lamps.

She is not dead-the child of our affection-
But gone unto that school

Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ himself doth rule.

In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,
By guardian Angels led,

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.

Day after day, we think what she is doing
In those bright realms of air;

Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,

Behold her grown more fair.

Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken
The bond which nature gives,

Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken,

May reach her where she lives.

Not as a child shall we again behold her;
For when with raptures wild

In our embraces we again enfold her

She will not be a child;

But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion,
Clothed with celestial grace,

And beautiful with all the soul's expansion
Shall we behold her face.

And though at times, impetuous with emotion
And anguish long suppressed,

The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,
That cannot be at rest-

We will be patient, and assuage the feeling

We may not wholly stay;

By silence sanctifying, not concealing,

The grief that must have way.

LONGFELLOW.

A MEMENTO.

In the village church of Carisbrooke, Isle of Wight, there is a small wooden tablet hanging against one of the pillars, having an allegorical representation and inscription painted on it, which, however fanciful, has the merit of being suited to the profession of the person it commemorates. At the top is the figure of a ship with a man sitting on the deck, a crown of glory suspended over his head; fides is written on the sails, verbum Dei on the compass, and spes on the anchor, &c.; and under this ship is the inscription:

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Here lyeth the body of the right worthy William Keeling, Esquire, Groom of the Chamber to our Soveraigne Lord. King James, General of the Hon. East India Adventurers, whither he was thrice by them employed, and dying in this Isle at the age of 42, An. 1619, Sept. 19, hath this remembrance heer fixed by his loving and sorrowful wife, Ann Keeling."

"Fortie and two years in this vessel fraile,
On the rough seas of life did Keeling saile,
A merchant fortunate, a captain bould,
A courtier gracious, (yet alas) not old.
Such wealth, experience, honor, and high praise,
Few winne in twice so many years or daies.
But what the world admired, he deemed but drosse
For Christ; without Christ all his gains but losse.
For him and his dear love, with merrie cheere,
To the Holy Land his last course he did steeere:
Faith served for sails, the sacred word for card,
Hope was his anchor, glorie his reward;

And thus with gales of grace, by happy venter,

Through straits of death, heaven's harbour he did enter."

The whole is still fresh, and the letters so well painted and shaded, as to appear carved in relievo.

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J. DORE.

"I'll give him law to his heart's content, a scoundrel! " said Singleton, walking backward and forward, in an angry state of excitement.

"Don't call harsh names, Mr. Singleton," said lawyer Trueman, looking up from the mass of papers before him, and smiling in a quiet, benevolent way, that was peculiar to him.

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Every man should be known by his true name. Williams is a scoundrel, and so he ought to be called!" responded the client with increasing warmth.

"Did you ever do a reasonable thing in your life when you were angry?" asked Mr. Trueman, whose age and respectability gave him license to speak thus freely to his young friend, for whom he was endeavouring to arrange some business-difficulty with his former partner.

"I can't say that I ever did, Mr. Trueman; but now, I have good reason for being angry, and the language I use, in reference to Williams, is but the expression of a sober