they leave them on the field to be devoured by the JACKALS and other animals. I could not but regard this intelligence as some confirmation of their opinion, who suppose jackals to be the beasts here meant by the Hebrew word which is translated foxes.

HYMN.

Great Guide and Guardian of my youth,
In whom I live and move;

Instruct my soul in this great truth,
That thou, my God, art Love.

Lord never leave me nor forsake,
When I my love withhold;
But in thine arms of mercy take,
And bear me to thy fold.

Full often have 1 thee forgot,

Yet still thy blessings prove;
That though I change, thou changest not,
For thou, my God, art Love.

My years are few, but thou hast seen
Much evil in my ways;

Oh! take my heart and make it clean,
And grant thy pard'ning grace.

Impress thy word upon my heart,
That I may know thy will;
And then sufficient strength impart,
To help me to fulfil.

Humble and holy may I be,

And harmless as a dove;

That from my actions all may see

That I my Saviour love.

Yes! I would love him while I live,
And bear his image too;

For he alone the faith can give,
Which brings a sinner through.

A. Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale.

THE

CHILDREN'S FRIEND.

INTERESTING NARRATIVE OF THE LIBERATION OF AN ENGLISHMAN

From the Portuguese Inquisition, by means of a Sailor.

About the year 1789 or 1790, the Peggy, Capt. Smith, was lying in the Tagus off Lisbon, when John Henderson and another seaman got leave one Sunday morning to go ashore. After wandering from street to street, they found themselves in a very narrow part of the town, and surrounded by a crowd which continued to increase; from some of whom they learned that a procession of the Church was shortly to pass. By and by, the two seamen found themselves

cooped up in a corner, where they remained conversing with one another in English on the folly and imposition which they now witnessed. While thus situated, Henderson, the boatswain, felt a gentle touch on his ancle; and on looking, found a card stuck within his shoe, addressed in English to the British Ambassador. Not a little astonished, he stooped down, and inquired, in a low voice, "Who is there?" and was replied to by the question, "Whether he were not an Englishman?" "No," said Jack, "but I'm a Scotchman." "That's enough," was the answer. "I'm a countryman, confined here in the cells of the Inquisition; present that card to the British Ambassador, whoever he may be, and, I beseech you, procure me liberty."

As soon as the procession allowed, Henderson and his companion_repaired to the Consul, at whose house he found Capt. Smith dining. As nothing could be done on that day, he ordered the party to be on shore next morning when he would accompany them to the Ambassador's. His Excellency carried the whole party to the Queen's Palace, where he found the Archbishop, then in audience of her Majesty. After the ceremony of introduction and statement of the business, "My Lord Bishop," said her Majesty, "here is a matter which con

cerns you," handing him, at the same moment, the card of his captive. The Ecclesiastic perused it, and in a rage demanded; "How any heretic dared to interfere with the Holy Roman Inquisition, to which even the King and Queen of Portugal were subjected?" Our Bepresentative, with becoming firmness, replied, that "if the Inquisition, or any other son of the Romish Church, attempted, or persisted in, such treatment of a British subject, his Holiness, and his Grace himself, could not fail to know, that the Sovereign whom he represented possessed ample means to enforce their liberation, and that every Englishman there confined must be released forthwith." The Archbishop promised this in course of a few days. Nay," said the Ambassador, "that I shall see carried into instant execution, or the refusal of immediate compliance shall be at the peril of your Grace." After various attempts at delay on the part of the Archbishop, the necessary order was at last obtained, and the Consul was despatched in the Ambassador's carriage, while his Lordship (who remained at the Palace) waited the result. Our wretched countryman was found covered with rags, filth, and vermin, his beard hung down to his middle, his nails were an inch long, and his appearance was sickly and worn. In this condition he was brought before the

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Queen, who, shocked at the sight, left the audience-hall, secretly pleased, however, at the dilemma in which her confessor (for whom she entertained little regard) was placed. The scene which afterwards ensued was accordant with our national character; our Ambassador, indignantly turning to the Priest, "You and your Church," said he, assume to be the only men commissioned by the Prince of Peace; your deeds prove you, in reality, the devilish agents of the prince of darkness."

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It now remains to narrate the history of this poor captive. He was born in Yorkshire, of respectable parents, but having a strong liking for the sea, his friends sent him on a trial voyage to Lisbon, with instructions to the master to cure him, if possible, of his wandering propensities. This object was effected before the voyage was completed. After his arrival, he one day landed at Lisbon, and took a Bible with him, which his friends had placed in his seachest. On a bridge, which then conneced a mountain with the Portuguese capital, he by and by seated himself, and was reading this blessed Book, when two priests passing, (one of whom appeared by his voice of Irish extraction,) inquired what he was reading; they looked at his book, and returned it to him. In a few minutes afterwards he