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To those who oppose and resist these forces, the car of progress becomes a car of Juggernaut, and they fall prostrate under its resistless wheels and are crushed and perish.

A great step has been taken. Let us not exaggerate it, or our share in it. Let us not, on the other hand, disparage either, but look at both fairly. What has been accomplished?

What has been avoided?

of his peers to resort to violence, as well as before the verdict. But if so, he will have not only his antagonist to fight, but the moral sense of his community which he has invoked, and this must give him pause.

I do not know that a grand international tribunal of arbitration, such as has been so ably sketched in the remarks of Dr. Miles, will now or ever come to be a fact. But I know that wars generally end, after an exhausting struggle has brought the parties to their senses, in an effort to find, through compromise and study, each of the posture of the other party, some common ground which both may occupy with honor. Let this effort be made before rather than after the struggle, and let it meet with the success which has attended this, and no nation which may become a party to such arbitration will dare Our attitude is as urique and isothereafter to resort to arms lated to-day as is our geographical position amongst the nations. We have made the experiment. It has succeeded, and we may well come together here and felicitate ourselves that our example is one which will not fail of being followed.

GEN. WM. COGSWELL'S ADDRESS.

It is claimed that war has been avoided. I do not think that without this treaty, a British war was now imminent. England could not have begun it, and I hope it would have been long before the American people could have chosen an administration ready to begin it. Yet I think we have very probably escaped war by this act. For the Alabama grievance, if kept open, was to be kept open expressly,-there was no disguise about this, we all understood it,-many people thought it should be kept open precisely as a standing menace to Great Britain. What did this mean? Simply that when some new difference arose hereafter, and we shall have such of course, this slumbering spark was to be fanned into flame and used to fire the national heart for war. That was the hardly disguised object. The spark has gone out now, nothing can revive it, and we are here to-night to rejoice that differences which arise It may seem strange at a meeting in the interest of peace hereafter between these two twin daughters of Freedom, Eng that one should be asked to speak solely because he had been land and America, the new-born England and the consolidated someway identified with the interest of war. Yet I venture to America, shall be met and decided upon their own merits by say that no stronger advocate of peace can be found than among the generation then in being, and that no war party of the those whose lot it has been to witness the sad havoc and rava future shall ever be able to find, in the page of history ges of war, for war is barbarism, although it is sometimes just written, encouragment and justification for its bloody work necessary; I fear, such is human nature, it is nevertheless in our example,-shall ever be able to turn this page and say barbarous in the extreme. The hurling of men against each of us, "Our ancestors fought on no greater provocation than other in bloody, deadly strife, the sweeping them into death by ours. Our provocation was not slight. We had a real, sub-columns, in whatever cause, as a method of settling that cause, stantial, deep-seated grievance. We have looked it in the is neither civilizatiou nor Christianity. face like men. We have accepted terms which were not what we asked, nor what some of us thought we ought to insist upon, and we have buried it out of sight forever.

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We have avoided war. There is something to be said for war, even at a peace meeting, though perhaps it should not be said by a mere civilian, especially in the presence of a distinguished soldier (General Cogswell), whose experience entitles him to speak and bids us listen. But I will venture to say that the systematized devastation and organized animosity which we call war, is not without its compensation. It is sometimes called the school of heroism-the nursery of manhood. It has been likened to the thunder of the tempest which clears the moral atmosphere, and philosophers have not been wanting who have pronounced war the normal condition of mankind. We do not follow them. We rather incline to find parallels for the heroisms of the battle-field in the seaman on his reeling deck who goes down with the wreck sooner than quit his post; in the engineer on the night train, plunging off the bridge to death in the line of duty, as cheerfully as into the jaws of hell rode the six hundred. There can be no higher exhibitions of the heroic side of human nature than these. I think it is true that the excitements of war make these rare exhibitions less exceptional than they are in the pursuits of peace. Certainly war places them, when they occur, on a more conspicuous stage, and gives the world more widely the emphatic lesson of their example. But my point is this: There are compensations in war, so there are in a great conflagration. Our war taught us national unity. It taught us a broad charity, selfdenial, heroic virtue. So did the Chicago fire teach us national unity, charity and the rest. So the Boston fire. But we do not invite a repetition of these disasters, and I think we shall agree that in diminishing the probability of maritime war with England by the treaty, we have accomplished unmixed good.

Besides avoiding an ill, we have achieved a positive good. We have done for international disputes, in this case, just what jury-trial does for personal disputes. Duelling, wager of batle, have passed out of date, upon the acceptance of a tribunal which represents the moral sense of the neighborhood upon the vexed questions of personal rights and wrongs. Jury trial is not valued as a means of reaching absolute justice so much as because it affords a way of stopping litigation and dispute. Neither litigant may feel perhaps that strict right has been done him, and one or both might feel inclined, after a verdict

It has been said that "Peace hath her victories no less renowned than war"-I would say that "Peace hath her victories greater than any of those of war."

Geneva is a greater victory than Vicksburg, for it was won on the higher field of civilization and humanity.

I have a grievance against you, says America to England. You wronged me when I was sore oppressed, even struck me when my fate was trembling in the balance, and now my people, flushed with victory and success, burn with indignation and a desire for revenge. My conqueror sits at the helm of State; behind him stand my gallant and victorious armies of a million of men, behind them a brave people of boundless resource. Yet I come to offer peace and not the sword. Come with me into the High Court of Nations, and let Arbitration settle the dispute between us and its decision shall be binding on me and mine. And the greatest victory of the century was won.

It has always seemed to me the most cruel, the most sinful, the most demoralizing for nations, or peoples, or men to war against each other. Still, I fear that a resort to arms will forever remain as the ultimate resort among men, so long as human nature is what it is. Yet, as civilization advances, the occasions for that resort should and will inevitably become fewer and fewer in number, and Christian communities are held to it, to see that those occasions do grow less and less in number. It remained for the American people, through its representative, the American soldier, to take the first great step in this direction, and to avert the possibility of the direful calamities of war, by substituting a friendly arbitration for the settlement of its disputes. As it also remained for that same representative to establish, for the first time in our history, to our shame be it said, a policy of peace rather than of war towards the Indiansyet it is even now contended by some among us that the Indian can only be civilized by killing him-if it be true that the white man and the red man cannot live together in peace, and if it be true that the latter must be exterminated, then, I say, that the Christian religion is a failure, and the mission of peace and good will to man is a mistake, neither of which do I believe, for already we see the beneficent results of a peaceful Indian policy, and already the satisfactory settlement of disputes among nations is a part of history, and although the decree of a court of arbitration would have to be enforced by an appeal to arms, in case of a refusal to abide by it. Yet it is in the power of public opinion to make the abiding by such decree so much a point of honor, that any nation which should sol

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emnly enter into an agreement of arbitration, and then repudiate
its decree, would fall rapidly and deeply in disgrace among
And it becomes now more than ever the duty of
other nations.
this American Peace Society to push on with vigor its great
labors, so that among nations as among men, it shall become
dishonorable to wage war against each other, except for the en-
forcement of all awards of a just and impartial arbitration. And
in this great work, this good work, there will be found no
warmer allies than among those who, by the sad realities of war,
have learned to value the great blessings of peace.

NO CHANGE OF INDIAN POLICY. George H. Stuart, Esq., chairman of the Executive Committee of the Board of Indian Commissioners, considering the newspaper reports that President Grant contemplated a change in his Indian policy, addressed him a note, to which the following reply was received:

EXECUTIVE MANSION,

WASHINGTON, D. C., Oct. 28, 1872.

George H. Stuart, Esq: My Dear Sir-Your favor of the 21th inst., saying that a change in the Indian policy of the Administration is reported to be contemplated, is just received. Such a thing has not been thought of.

If the present policy toward the Indians can be improved in any way, I will always be ready to receive suggestions on the subject; but if any change is made, it must be on the side of the civilization and Christianization of the Indians. I do not believe our Creator ever placed the different races of men on this earth with the view of the stronger exerting all his energies in exterminating the weaker. If any change takes place in the Indian policy of the Government while I hold my present office, it will be on the humanitarian side of the question. Very truly yours,

U. S. GRANT. (Signed) EXPRESSIONS OF ENGLISH SENTIMENT TOWARDS AMERICA.At the Lord Mayor's banquet in London recently, his lordship toasted the health of Mr. Moran, the representative of the United States, and said he was glad to have this opportunity of giving expression to the general feeling of satisfaction at the result of the Geneva arbitration. By this peaceful settlement of the dispute, the glory of both nations had been enhanced. America's greatness was England's greatness. Lord Selborne (late Sir Roundell Palmer) expressed much satisfaction at the termination of the Alabama dispute. Lord Granville rejoiced over the Alabama arbitration, which had affected the purse but not the honor of England.

LETTER FROM REV. TITUS COAN.
Hilo, Hawaii, Oct. 15, 1875.

REV. J. B. MILES, Sec. of Am. Peace Society :

My Beloved Brother,-Your favor of 4th May is in hand. Many thanks for your kind words of love and gratitude for the trifle of material aid our dear Lord enabled us to send to you and our Society, and also for the fervent commendation of the hasty notes accompanying. If these tokens have any merit it is all of God who put into our hearts an earnest love to the blessed cause in which you are so fully enlisted.

I have received fifty copies of The Angel of Peace for July, August and September, and have distributed them among the I could children of our English speaking Sunday School. make good use of one hundred copies more in the Sunday Schools of Honolulu, but I will not ask for them as a gift, as I prefer to communicate with the pastors of the two Protestant churches there, Rev. S. C. Damon, D. D., and Rev. W. Frear. Perhaps they will be inclined to subscribe for the little winged Angel. The Superintendent and children of the Hilo Sunday School are much pleased with the Angel, and express many thanks for the favor. How I wish with you that our Hawaiian children could read the Angel, but they have a well-illustrated and good paper, The Day Dawn, of which I distribute one hundred and fifty copies monthly.

"New Departure," and the I am really pleased with your Out-look" you have occupied in your survey of the great Aceldama," which covers the earth, and also in the plotted chart of your campaign under "the Captain of salvation," to cover this wide and bloody field with peace and love and glory. This consummation is promised by our great King, and its accomplishment is sure as the throne of the "Eternal God" The wisdom, the love, the power which raised and sustain the pillars of heaven, which roll the wheels of the universe, and which sweep the cycles of eternity, will "overturn" thrones, dominions, powers, and remove all obstacles which hinder this result, and bring in the day when the "old, old prophetic song Peace on earth," shall have become the gloriof Bethlehem, ous realization of all kindreds and peoples and tongues, rising in one mighty chorus, which shall drown the whispers of your Peace Jubilee," and roll in thunder tones around the Boston

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That is what we expect in calm faith, and without blarney, or bugle-blast, or blazonry, and with no romance but the roWe shall "We shall see it, but not now. mance of reality. Star of Bethlehem " behold it, but not nigh." From the high hills of heaven we shall see the "soft splendors" of the shining over all the earth, and the banner of the "Prince of Peace" waving round the world. Oh, that ministers of the gosThe Marquis of Ripon, who presided over the Joint High pel, and all Christians would engage with heart and hand, indiWar like all other evils is to be ended by efforts, Commission which framed the Alabama Treaty at Washing-vidually, socially and organically, to bring on the reign of uniton, delivered an address on the 29th ult., at Ripon, Yorkshire, versal peace. He expressed himself not by waiting with folded hands and muzzled mouths. It upon the results of the Arbitration. thankful that all the points involved in the Treaty of Washing- would, under God, be ended in Christendom during this genHe regarded eration, if every Christian pulpit and press and communicant ton had been peacefully and amicably settled. this great step toward the preservation of the were brought into line, each one doing his duty. But I must peace of the world. Though, said the Marquis, the contro- stop lest I tire your patience. versy between the two nations had been sometimes keen and eager, the feelings of the two peoples as well as of the respecHe believed tive Governments had never become embittered. that the Arbitration at Geneva had been the means of inaugurating good relations between England and the United States, which would long endure.

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May I tell you of a great sorrow which has come over me and my household? On the 29th of September my precious wife was called up to the mansions prepared for her. For forty-five years she had been to me the dearest object on this side of heaven. We had long walked, and toiled, wept and prayed, and rejoiced together, but Jesus had an unoccupied an unused harp, and a reserved stat in His "Father's house,' I bow to MRS. TITUS COAN.-Mrs. Titus Coan, the wife of the vet-crown, so He came Himself and took her to the heavenly hills. y life eran missionary to the Sandwich Islands, died on the twenty- He desires that those who have been given Him by the Father ninth of last September, at her home in Hilo, which she had be with Him and behold His glory. All is right. "Father, thy will be done." occupied for thirty-seven years. Going out a bride in the year his behest, and would not recall the sainted partner of my l 1834, without a thought of ever returning again to the United for the world. States, it was yet permitted to her to return with her husband for a visit to her earliest home in 1870; and some of our readers will remember this visit, and the interest which followed these faithful workers as they revisited the changed scenes of their early years. Mrs. Coan was in the sixty-third year of her age, and succumbed to the toils of a self-denying life, leaving behind her the memory of a rarely sweet, earnest and thoughtful character.

"To return evil for

MORAL-An old Spanish writer says: good is devilish; to return good for good is human; but to return good for evil is godlike."

Be always frank and true: spurn every sort of affectation and disguise. Have the courage to confess your ignorance and awkwardness. Confide your faults and follies to but few.

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ANGEL OF PEACE.

BY ELLEN E. MILES.

BOSTON, JANUARY, 1873.

Sweet Angel of Peace, go forth in thy beauty!
Bear thy glad tidings to cottage and hall.
Fold not thy pinions till finished thy duty,
And "Good will to men," be echoed by all.
Carry thy message to hearts that are breaking;
Bid them rejoice, for the hour is at hand,
When the whole earth from its error awaking,
Shall float the white banner of peace o'er the land.

Wrap the broad earth in thy mantle of glory,
Scatter the olive of peace by the way,
Over dark battle fields, blood-stained and gory,
Wreathe the bright palm with unwithering bay.
Palm, as an emblem of sweet peace victorious;
Bay,- for the heroes who conquered by love;
May they forever united wave o'er us,

Until we find rest in the Eden above.

New Haven, Conn.

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

No. 1.

this year a happy one?" Then came to his mind the words of that simple, pretty verse that the children all know so well,

"Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, Make this earth an Eden, like the Heaven above." "Now," said Harry, "I wonder if this is so. I hope it is. For I want to be happy, and I am only a little boy. I cannot do great things. I cannot speak great words. But I know I can do little acts of kindness. I can speak little words of love. They are just my size. I mean to try this year and do as the little hymn teaches. I will see if that will make me happy."

And, before he slept, he lifted up his heart in prayer, and asked his Father in Heaven to bless him and help him keep his good resolution. Now, all through the last year Harry has watched for opportunities when at home and at school, and whereever he has been, to do little deeds of kindness, and to speak little words of love.

I need not tell you how many, many such opportunities he has found. Hardly an hour of the whole year has passed in which he has not done some little kind act, or spoken some little loving word to father, mother, brother or sister, or teacher, or playmate.

MY DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS:-Do you not think New Year's Day is one of your brightest and pleasantest holidays? Those How has Harry's experiment proved? Why, he says, the delightful greetings of loved parents and brothers and sisters on last year has been a very happy one, and he is so much delightNew Year's morning, "I wish you a happy New Year, "Ied with the experiment that he means to keep on in the same wish you a happy New Year," and the same kind wish repeated by every schoolmate and friend that we meet during the day-how glad and joyous it makes us feel. The Editor asks the privilege of joining with your many kind friends in heartily wishing each one of you a very happy New Year.

Shall I tell you, in a few words, how you can make this New Year a very happy one? Imitate little Harry Noble. On last New Year's morning, his father and mother, and brothers and sisters, had all wished him a happy New Year. All day long the words "Happy New Year" kept ringing in his ears like the strains of sweet music. At night, before he closed his eyes to sleep, he asked himself, "What can I do to make

way this year. Perhaps Harry does not know that by this course he has not merely made the year a happy one for himself, but has done much to make it a happy one for all his friends. His presence has been like sunshine. Let all the readers of the Angel follow Harry's example, and they shall find this year a happy one.

HEROINE.-There is one word of which four others can be made, which alternate curiously between the genders:

"Heroine" is perhaps as peculiar a word as any in our language. The first two letters of it are male, the first three female, the first four a brave man, and the whole word a brave

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LETTER TO THE CHILDREN.

FROM REV. TITUS COAN, SANDWICH ISLANDS.

I desire to say a word to the dear children, especially the boys of my native land. I hope the children will pardon, if what I say appears boyish and egotistical. The subject is

MY MILITARY EXPERIENCE.

When I was a school-boy, eleven years old, Uncle Sam sent word to John Bull that he would fight him and whip him." Old John replied, "Try it if you dare." So they pitched in like two mad bullies, or bulls. They shook fists at each other, and swore some, and defied and looked death. I was living on the north shore of Long Island Sound, and for three years, from 1812 to 1815, I saw the great British ships of war sailing up and down the sound, chasing our boats and sloops and brigs up the rivers and into the harbors, or running them upon the rocks and upon the beaches high and dry. Day and night I heard their big guns thunder, and saw the infernal smoke from their fiery mouths. And the alarm bells rang at mid-night, and the shore batteries blazed and thundered to keep off the bloody barges which tried to land and burn my native town. I had a brother in the army, and when he was about to go into camp, he drew his new sword and went out of the house and fought a tree. I thought he was mad; but he told me that he was trying his sword on the tree to see if it would break. I wish all fighters would break their swords on trees, and not on human heads. During the war, armies marched and fought on land, and ships fought on oceans and lakes.

Many of the ships were named after their owners, as Vixen, Vindictive, Vengeance, Spitfire, etc. I never saw one named "The Prince of Peace," or "The Sister of Charity," or "Good Will," or "Mercy." Well, after three years, the bullies concluded to stop fighting. Very few, if any, knew what they had been fighting for; but Sam and John said to each other, "Let us fight."! I don't know which spoke first, but I think their hearts spoke together. One said, "I'll quit if you will," and the other said, "Agreed." So after John Bull had taken Washington, burnt Buffalo, destroyed several hundred vessels, driven our commercial marine from many waters, and done sundry other mischievous and bloody deeds, and after' Uncle Sam had killed a lot of Red-coats, blown up several ships, towed several crippled prizes into ports, and skedaddled from his own capital, Peace was proclaimed, and no one ever knew which of the Bullies had whipped.

Then came the Jubilee. Many good men had wept and prayed that the war might cease. Many fathers and mothers, and widows, and orphans, and many friends and lovers wept and mourned for dear ones smitten to the earth by the fiery hail

of war.

Now the country was ablaze with illuminations, jarring under the thunder of artillery, and shouting under the electricity of eloquence some praying and praising the Lord, and others feasting, reveling and dancing.

hook drag-ropes, take up drag-ropes, lay down drag-ropes, open
and close drag-ropes, swab, load, prick and prime, fire, all in
the old fogy style. Then came the great day of celebration.
The military were marshaled. Our colonel and captains were
all awake. Evolutions were performed, salvo after salvo of ar-
tillery was fired; the infantry rattled and cracked, and our
blunderbuss bellowed and roared. The colonel and staff and the
captains of companies saluted the boy regiments, coming to us
with chapeaubras and glove in hand, eulogizing our martial ap-
pearance, and giving us money to replenish our exhausted
magazine of powder. So we fired and fired, until we rent our
gun-carriage and found our heated blunderbuss leaping to the
ground. Old folks and young folks, and especially the fair
misses, gathered around to do us honor. The blood and tears,
the war seemed forgotten in the jubilant excitement of the
the desolated houses and crushed hearts, and all the horrors of
day. And that, dear children, is one way in which soldiers
are made, while the hell of war beneath is covered and
the dancing ground above is adorned with all that is gay and
glittering to fascinate and beguile.
And what came of all this? Let me tell you :

I grew up a youth fond of military display. The seeds
with a second lieutenant's, and soon after, a first lieutenant's
planted in boyhood germinated. I became an officer in artillery,
commission, with the prospect of rising as high as the gas in
splendid sash, put on epaulettes, dressed in blue, neatly trimmed
my balloon would lift me. I carried a beautiful sword, wore a
with gold lace and buttons, with a great white plume waving
in my military hat. Had war come on then, I should doubtless
have been in it,and perhaps in another world fifty years ago.
I went into the State of New York to visit. The Lord de-
tained me.
I was offered business. I remained a teacher and
a student. I was, as I think, converted. All my military ardor
left me.
I resigned my commission against the earnest remon-
strances of my fellow-officers. I exchanged my sword for the
"sword of the Spirit;" my foolish uniform for the "robe of
Righteousness," offered me by the Prince of Peace; studied
now to save men, and not to kill; became an humble Sabbath
then a Missionary to Patagonia, and, finally, a Missionary to the
School Superintendent, then an ordained minister of the gospel;
Hawaiian Islands, where, with the best temporal gift God ever
gave to man, my precious wife, just gone to heaven, I have
lived near thirty-eight years, with more happiness than any
king upon an earthly throne.

Last Sabbath I received a number of boys, about twelve years old, to the Hilo Church, making the whole number gathered to the church under my care, 12,000.

would have been the wiser in me-to have been a soldier and And now, my young friends, let me ask you which course to have killed 12,000 men, or to be a soldier of Jesus Christ, to bring a few thousands to lay down their arms, and submit to our good and glorious King?

Jesus, and may the God of Love and of Peace make you useful Let me persuade you all to enlist now_under the banner of and happy in life, peaceful and triumphant in death, and glori

ous in heaven.

dress a line to you, of inflicting such a long communication
Dear Brother Miles, I had no idea, when I took a pen to ad-
upon you. Will you ponder it? and if you see anything in
these papers worth printing, use it at discretion, if not, throw
it with your waste papers. If I ever became a disciple of
Christ, I then became a Peace man. God help the blessed
Yours, in the bands of Peace,
T. COAN.

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My townsmen prepared for a grand Peace celebration. The programme was published, which included religious exercises, a parade of infantry, cavalry and artillery, firing, a big dinner, etc. I was a school-boy, and all the boys caught the spirit of the times. We met in council, organized a company of Light Artillery, chose officers, prescribed an uniform and procured a small blunderbuss, mounted it on a carriage, with drag-ropes and other appurtenances. The boys all chose me captain; but I declined. Was not that modest? I nominated another boy, a year older than myself, and told them to elect him, and I would consent to be lieutenant. All this was agreed to, and we went on filling up our company with juvenile artillerists, preparing our uniform, drilling, etc., etc. We decorated our hats with cockades of red, yellow and green morocco and feathers, and our coats with shining buttons, ribbons, and gold lace. We made wooden swords, and painted them. I wish all military men would carry wooden swords, all ships of war wooden guns and all infantry bamboo rifles. We then drilled and drilled, till we could "mark time, right face, left face, right about face, right and left wheel, "Never mind, Freddie; just see what a cunning little cradle march and counter-march, change front, form line, draw sword, the top will make!"

MAKING THE BEST OF IT.-Little Minnie, only three years old, to amuse a homesick cousin who was visiting at her house, brought out her choicest playthings. Among these was a tiny trunk, with bands of gilt paper for straps, a very pretty toy; but Freddie bent the lid too far back, and it broke off. He did not mean to do this; and when he saw what he had done, he was frightened, and began to cry. Then dear little Minnie, with her own eyes full of tears, said:

present sword, right protect, left protect, thrust, assault, return That was certainly a great deal better than fretting. She word, etc. Then we could limber and unlimber, hook and un- ❘ made the best of it.—Children's Hour.

THE LOAF OF BREAD.

From the German of Schimidt.

In a time of famine, a rich man allowed twenty of the poorest children in the town to come to his house, and said to them," In this basket there is a loaf of bread for each of you. Take it, and come again at the same hour every day, till God sends better times. "

The children pounced upon the basket, struggled and fought over the bread, because each wished to have the largest and best loaf; and then they went away without a word of thanks to their friend.

But Francesca, a little girl meanly, though neatly dressed, stood at a distance, and gratefully took the loaf that was left in the basket, which was the smallest; then she kissed the good man's hand, and went quietly home.

The next day the children were just as naughty and ill-behaved; and this time there was left for poor Francesca a loaf that was hardly half as large as the others. But when she reached home, and her mother cut the bread, there fell out a number of new pieces of silver. The mother was frightened and said, "Take back the money this moment; for it is certainly in the bread by mistake." Francesca took it back. But the kind man said, "It is no mistake, my good child: I had the money baked in the smallest loaf in order to reward Be always as contented and yielding as you now are. He who is contented with the smallest loaf, rather than quarrel for the largest, will receive abundant blessings."-Children's Prize.

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A LITTLE HERO.

BY GRACE GREENWOOD.

In the city of Hartford, Connecticut, lives the hero of the true history I am about to relate—but no longer "little," as the perilous adventure, which made him for a time famous in his native town, happened several years ago.

Our hero was then a bright active boy of fourteen-the son of a mechanic. In the severe winter of 18-, the father worked in a factory, about a mile and a half from his home, and every day the boy carried him his dinner, across a wide piece of meadow land.

One keen frosty day, he found the snow on this meadow nearly two feet deep, and no traces of the little footpath remaining. Yet he ran on, as fast as possible, plunging through drifts -keeping himself warm by vigorous exercise and brave, cheerful thoughts.

When in the midst of the meadow, fully half a mile from any house, he suddenly felt himself going down, down, down! He had fallen into a well!

He sunk down into the dark, icy water, but rose immediately to the surface. There he grasped hold of a plank, which had fallen into the well as he went down. One end of this rested on the bottom of the well, the other rose about four feet above the surface of the water.

The poor lad shouted for help until he was hoarse, and almost speechless, but all in vain, as it was impossible for him to make himself heard from such a depth, and at such a distance from any house. So at last he concluded that if he was to be saved at all, he must save himself, and begin at once, as he was getting extremely cold in the water. So he went to work.

First, he drew himself up the plank, and braced himself against the top of it and the wall of the well, which was of brick, and quite smooth. Then he pulled off his coat, and taking out his pocket knife, cut off his boots, that he might work to greater advantage. Then, with his feet against one side of the well, and his shoulders against the other, he worked his way up, by the most fearful exertion, about half the distance to the top. Here he was obliged to pause, take breath and gather up his energies for the work yet before him. Far harder was it than all he had yet gone through, for the side of the well being from that point completely covered with ice, he must cut with his knife, grasping places for his fingers, slowly and carefully, all the way up.

It was almost a hopeless attempt, but it was all that he could do. And here the little hero lifted up his heart to God, and prayed fervently for help, fearing he could never get out alone.

Doubtless the Lord heard his voice, calling from the deeps. and pitied him. He wrought no miracle to save him, but breathed into his heart a yet larger measure of calmness and courage, strengthening him to work out his own deliverance. It is in this way that God oftenest answers our prayers, when we call upon him in time of trouble. After this, the little hero cut his way upward inch by inch. His wet stockings froze to the ice and kept his feet from slipping, but his shirt was quite worn from his shou ders ere he reached the top.

He did reach it at last-crawled out into the snow, and lay down for a moment to rest, panting out his breath in little white clouds on the clear frosty air.

He had been two hours and a half in the well!

His clothes soon froze to his body, but he no longer suffered with the cold, as full of joy and thankfulness, he ran to the factory, where his good father was waiting and wondering.

The poor man was obliged to go without his dinner that day, but you may be sure he cared little about that, while listening, with tears in his eyes, to the thrilling story his son had to relate to him.

He must have been very proud of the boy that day, as he wrapped him up in his own warm overcoat, and took him home to mother.'

And how that mother must have wept and smiled over the lad, and kissed him, and thanked God for him!

MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS.

BY H. E. H.

"And there shall be no night there."

How blest the vision!
Redolent of youth and health
And strength; when weariness
No more shall pall the senses,

Or heaviness oppress and overcome
This mortal frame.

When mortal shall assume
Its bright unclouded
Immortality-and the eye
Shall beam undimmed,

Curtained no more by night's panopoly
Of darkness; which now
So gratefully doth cover
'This frail frame of dust
"No night there." Ah!
What whispered consolation
To the sleepless invalid, who
On bed of restless pain
Longeth for light of morning.
His soul may dwell upon
This sacred promise, and find
Comfort.

Or to the mind tortured
With wakefulness, thro' weight
Of many cares and earthly conflicts
(Denied the compensation of
Nature's sweet restorer,)
How restful comes the thought
There's "no night there!
Ah yes! No night of sorrow,
For all tears are wiped away,'
No night of doubt and fear,

For the light of Heaven's unclouded vision
Hath dispelled all clouds,

And we see no more “ Thro' a glass
Darkly."

O! fit us Lord,

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