and bruised cheeks, held by a man, and several little boys pressing round the door to peep at him. Here, (said the man leading him in, and looking at Hannah Hilton,) is your boy, apprentice, or whatever he may be; I was afraid he would not find the way home, out of his half shut eyes, and so stay in the street all night, or else be taken to spend it with his morning companion; and, perhaps, it would have been as well to let him, to cure him of loving election sport." he went out and shut the door.

Saying this,

Thomas sat

down and covered his face with both his hands; no one spoke for some moments, and then the old man said: "6 poor boy, come tell us what has happened to you." Thomas did not expect to hear such kind words, and while the tears that rolled down his sore cheeks, seemed almost to scald them, he told all the disasters of the day, and did not attempt to make any excuse for his own ill conduct, but said: " indeed, I know I deserve to be punished, but O! how can I see my poor mother." Now, said the old man, you know how good the advice given in the Bible is: "If sinners

entice thee, consent thou not." And you feel that "the way of wickedness leads to sor

row."

Go to bed, but not before you have knelt down and prayed to God, against whom you have sinned, by breaking his laws and running into the temptation, which, no doubt, you prayed this morning to be kept from. Be like the repentant prodigal, and you will be forgiven. Hannah Hilton offered Thomas some supper, but he could not eat; she bathed his face, and her kindness made him feel still greater sorrow for doing what she had often advised him against, which was, allowing himself to be persuaded astray by an evil companion. He went up stairs and kneeled by his bed-side; all he could say, was, “God forgive me, and keep me from such wickedness, for Jesus'sake;" but it was a prayer, because it came from his heart, which felt that his conduct had been guilty. He then laid down upon his bed, but not to sleep, for the pain of his bruises, and the headache caused by the beer, prevented that.-Andrew and his party were, during this time, enjoying their walk. When they left home, they went

by the election ground, to seek again for Thomas; and Mr. Hilton wished the boys to judge for themselves, between the pleasure of election fun, and the kind of enjoyment that their walk would yield. Noisy persons were collecting from different parts of the city, shouting, quarrelling, and alas, swearing, were heard in all directions. Thomas was not to be seen, and Mr. Hilton walked quickly on. At a short distance from the State House, George pointed across the street, and said: "look, Frank, there are the buildings that belong to the American Sunday School Union, you see they are four stories high, and how long do you think they are, father?"

Mr. Hilton. About fifty feet front;-the half of the building where the book store is, and the rooms above it, are for the use of the society. The other half, is let to different people, and societies. On the back of the lot, is the work shop, a large building, five stories high, for the stereotype founders, printers, book-binders, and the rest of the mechanics;—with room for a hundred work

men.

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Frank. It must have cost a great deal of money.

Mr. Hilton. I have heard that all the buildings, cost about thirty-five thousand dollars; and that the people in Philadelphia, have given a large part of the money to pay for it.

George. I know that marble front of the book store was given by a gentleman who lives here, and who gave a thousand dollars besides.

Frank. Well; I cannot tell what use they can make of all those buildings, or how they can employ so many men.

Mr. Hilton. If you knew how many books are made and sold there, you would not wonder.

George. I was in the book store one day, and I heard one of the gentlemen say, that they had sent in the last year, more than fifty thousand books, to one Sunday School Society. And they send books to every part of the United States; and some to Canada, and to South America.

Frank. I want to go to the book store. Mo

ther gave me money, to buy a book for my sister. You know mother was born in Phila delphia; and she said, she would like my sister to have a book that was printed here.

George. It would keep us too long to stop now, we can go to-morrow: they sell books so cheap there, that perhaps you will get two for the money that you have.

Frank. Have you read many that are printed there?

George. Yes; I get them from the Sunday School Library; almost all of the Sunday schools get their books there. One little book, of sixteen pages, is printed every month, called, "The Youth's Friend, and Scholar'e Magazine." I like to read it very much; there is always something in it about the his tory of animals. I will show it to you, when home.

we go

Frank. Do you buy it every month?

George. No; I will tell you how we get it. Peggy and I, were talking about it one day, and saying how we should like to subscribe for it, and so get it every month. Grandfa