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THE WALDENSES. About the year 1400, the Waldenses, who lived in a valley of Piedmont, suffered a most dreadful outrage from the cruel Papists. They were driven to one of the highest mountains of the Alps, with their wives and children : the unhappy mothers carry. ing the cradle in one hand, and in the other, leading the little ones that were able to walk. Their bloody enemies pursued them in their flight, until night came on; and slew a great number of them, before they could reach the mountains. Those that escaped came to as sad an end. In the dark of the night, they wandered up and down the mountains, covered with snow, without the means of shelter from the weather, or food to support them. Benumbed with cold, they fell an easy prey to the severe cli. mate; and when night was past, there were found in their cradles, or lying upon the snow, fourscore of their infants, quite dead; many of the mothers also lying lifeless by their sides, and others just upon the point of dying!

At another time, a large party of them were ordered, though late in the evening, to take a long journey. Before morning, more than 150 of them sunk on the road quite weary and spent, and there died. Some of them halted for a night at the foot of a mountain. When they were about to marck the next morning, they pointed the officer, who had the charge of them, to a dreadful tempest on the top of the mountain ; begging him to allow them to stay till it was past. The cruel officer, deaf to the voice of pity, insisted on their marching ; and eighty-six of them died, and were buried in the tem. pést of snow. Some merchants who afterwards crossed the mountains, saw the bodies of these poor people stretched on the snow ; the mothers clasping their children in their arms !

Oh ! happy England, where young and old can read the Bible and worship God without fear of such treatment! But Eng. land, as well as Ireland, has been the scene of cruel persecutions for Christ's sake. Lot us be thankful for such a blessed change of things. But let us never forget, that to whom much is given, of them will much be required.

THE SHARK. The Hull Packet says, “a large shark was taken alive a short time since in the Humber, near the Pottery, while in the act of making a spring at two children who were washing their feet in the river. The shark is eight feet in length; and measures four feet across the shoulders."

HYMN FOR A SCHOOL.

Sweet the sounds which fill the air,
When the birds their nests prepare,
When they mount upon the wing,
And their great Creator sing ;
Sweeter still the human voice,
When the young in God rejoice.

Fragrant scents are spread around,
When the flow'rs in spring abound,
When the sun, with genial ray,
Ushers in the bloom of May ;
Sweeter incense fills the skies,
When our children's praises rise.

Pleasant sights the lambs do yield,
When they sport upon the field,
Free from anger, free from guile,
And around the meadows smile;
Pleasanter, O God, to see
All our children worship thee.

Beautiful the fruits which grow
On the trees we plant below,
Purple grape, and apple green,
When in autumn they are seen;
Richer fruits our children bring,
When they worship God our King.

Let thy grace upon them shine,
Lord of heaven, and make them thine ;
Let thy Spirit change their heart,
And the light of truth impart;
May they rise to joys above,
Full of peace and Christian love.

Clipston, Jan. 20th, 1824.

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AN APPEAL FROM A SISTER IN GLORY.

It was indeed an early day, When Jesus summond me away; But not too soon to quit the toys, Which keep us from our heavenly joys. I know the tears that nature shed, When first you learnt that I was dead; But angels never notice here, Aught but the penitential tear. My aged parent, bent with grief, Fled to the world to seek relief ; And scarcely laid within the tomb, But all forgot their Mary's doom., 0! could I grieve in this abode, 'Twould be to see the heavy load Which you are heaping up in store, 'Gainst time on earth shall be no more. Recording angels daily trące Your thoughtless course, your sinful race; Though' hid from man, yet “God surveys “Your inmost thoughts, your secret ways.” Bid my poor aged father thinkHe stands upon destruction's brink ; No sense of sin—no Christ to save, And not a hope beyond the grave. , My sisters hear me_would you meet Your Mary at the mercy-seat, Seek to that Lamb, whose blood was shed, A ransom in the sinner's steade Come out decidedly for God, And tread the path Immanuel trod ; No terror shall your peace alloy, And all your tears be tears of joy.

.SCRUTATOR.

A. Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale.

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SHORT SERMON. “When Jesus saw it, be was. unuch displeased; and said unto them, suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not.”

In the history of our blessed Saviour, we do not often read of his being angry with those about him; but here we find he was much displeased.” Now what do you think it was, that made Him so much displeased ? Because his disciples wished to send away the children, who had been brought by their kind parents or friends tobe blessed hy ļlim Does

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