ter, and said; this is the judgment you told me about today!'

"His master, seeing him in great pain, did not say much to him then. His leg was broken, and his body much bruised; and he was obliged to keep his bed for some time. His master took care to talk to him on the subject, as well as to warn his schoolfellows by his example; which I hope will be of benefit."

E. M.

And now I will give you the other account which has been sent to me, of the awful effects of disobedience. "There is a little boy about seven years old, whose parents have shewn a great desire to get him all the instruction in their power. Young as he is, he worked in a place, where he could earn wages to provide him with food. But his kind and wise parents thought it their duty to consult the child's good, rather than their own present advantage. And so they resolved to take him from his work, and send him to a Free School. The silly boy little thought of what was for his real good; and did not like to go to school. On the 7th of last November, his mother had ordered him to go; and she thought that he had gone, as he left the house. But he chose rather to disobey his parents, and go back to the place where he had worked before. And to this place his parents were sent for in a few hours; and what do you think to see? Their poor, naughty son in an insensible, and as they thought, lifeless state! Some heavy materials had fallen upon him, and he remained under them some time before he was seen. It was some hours before the fears of his parents that he was killed, were removed." A CONSTANT READER.

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What a mercy that neither of these naughty boys were killed in such a state of mind, and sent into the eternal world! Because, dying in such a state, there could be no hope of their going to heaven. May the goodness of God in sparing them, lead them to repentance! And may all my young readers learn to obey their parents and teachers!

DEATH OF MR. MUNRO.

India is a fine country, and abounds with many blessings; but it abounds also with many evils, which we have not in England. Indeed, whatever country we look into, we see every reason to be thankful to God, that our lot is cast in England. For taking this happy island altogether, there is perhaps no part of the world so highly favoured, in temporal, as well as spiritual blessings. When walking out in the country on a fine day,

you would not like to be in constant danger of being attacked by a frightful and poisonous serpent, or seized by a lion or tiger. We have no such dangers in happy England; but they have in India. All kinds of wild beasts and serpents abound there: and many a poor Englishman for want of care has been killed by them.

It was so with Mr. Munro. He went out one day, with three other gentlemen, to shoot deer. They saw several tracks of tigers; but were imprudent enough to pursue their sport for some hours. They then sat down on the edge of some brushwood, to refresh themselves; having first lighted fires, and fired their guns, to disturb any savage beast that might be lurking near. They had but just begun their repast, when word was brought, that a fine deer had come within six yards of them. They seized their guns; when a roar was heard like thunder; and an immense tiger sprang on Mr. Munro, and carried him into the wood! His friends fired at the beast, and not without effect: for in a few minutes Mr. Munro joined them, all over blood; and after staggering a few paces, fell. His skull was so fractured by the teeth of the tiger, and his neck and shoulders so torn by its claws, that he soon died.

DESIRE FOR A BIBLE.

A little girl in a Sunday school, only nine years old, (whose mother is a poor widow) was so anxious for a Bible, that she spent her play hours in picking up bits of brass in the bed of the river, which are thrown out of the factories. These she sold; and with the produce, and by saving up every

halfpenny she got, she raised 2s. 9d. which she brought last Sunday. Some of the teachers were struck with her conduct, and made up her sum to 5s. with which she got a handsome Bible. She began last February; and during the time, she bought a prayerbook, and Bible Catechism. I ought to add, that she went to the factory during the time she was saving; so that she only had the evenings, and mornings, and dinner time at leisure. She went to the national school till she was old enough to go to the factory.

THE WINTRY NIGHT.

Around the fire, one wintry night,
A farmer's rosy children sat;
The faggot lent its blazing light,

And jokes went round, with harmless chat,

When, hark! a gentle hand they hear
Low tapping at the bolted door;
And thus, to gain their willing ear,
A feeble voice was heard implore.

"Cold blows the blast across the moor,
The sleet drives hissing in the wind
Yon toilsome mountain lies before,
A dreary, treeless waste behind.

"My eyes are weak and dim with age,
No road or path can I descry;
And these poor rags ill stand the rage
Of such a keen, inclement sky.

So faint I am-these tottering feet
No more my palsied frame can bear;
My freezing heart forgets to beat,
And drifting snows my tomb prepare.

"Open your hospitable door,

And shield me from the biting frost : Cold, cold it blows across the moor,

The weary moor that I have passed."

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With hasty step the farmer ran;
And close beside the fire they place
The poor, half-frozen beggar-man,
With shaking limbs and blue-pale face.

The little children flocking came,

And chafed his frozen hands in theirs; And busily the good old dame

A comfortable mess prepares.

Their kindness cheered his drooping soul,
And slowly down his wrinkled cheek
The big, round tears are seen to roll,
And told the thanks he could not speak.

The children too began to sigh,

And all their merry chat was o'er; And yet they felt, they knew not why, More glad than they had done before.

A. Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale,