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won9 spot." These words we're screamed out as loudly as her haste would permit her, by Mrs. Crowder, who was accompaDyiug her daughters one Sunday evening to the tea-gardens. She was answered by Miss Lucy, " You know, ma, we can't run, for our shoes are so tight" Then turn into one of these houses, dears," said the motil- CT, who was bUstling forward as fast as she could. |" No, indeed" replied the other daughter, who found time to curl her lin with disdain, notwithstanding her haste and her distress, !" I'll not set foot in such filthy novels"

 We'll, dears, here is comfortable tidy place. cried the mother as length, as they hastened forward there I'll enter. nor vii! stir till the rain is over; come in, girls, come in" The rain was now com ing down tn torrents, and the two young ladies gladly followed their mother's exam- pie. and entered the neat and cleanly dwelling. Their long hair hung dangling about their ears, their crape bonnets had been screened in vain by their fringed para- sols. aud the skirts of their silk gowns were draggled with mud. They all three began to stamp upon the floor of the room into which they had entered with very little ceremony; but the good natured mistress of the house felt more for their disaster than for her floor, and came forward at once to console and assist them. She bro'ght forth clean clothes from the dresser drawer, and she and her two daughters set to work to wipe of, with quick and deli- cate care. the rain-drops and the mud splashes from the silkcn dresses of the three fine ladies. The crape hats and the parasols were carefully drisd at a safe dis. tance from the fire, and comb was otfer- ed to arrange the uncurled hair. such n white and delicately clean comb as may seldom be seen upon poor woman's toilet. When all had been done that could be done. and, as Miss Lucy said, "they be- gan to look themselves again, /" Mrs. Crow- der. who was boiling back at her ease in large and comfortable arm chair, and anu sing herselfby taking good stare as every thing and every one in the room. suddenly started forward and cried cut, addressiDR herself to the master of inc house, Opols whose Bible and at whose face she had been last fixing her stare. !" Why, my good man, we are old friends, I know your face, I'm certain; still there is some change in ;. ynn though can't exactly say what lf is.'' ssSa IS ' Ged sS q sF EAEssS aAa a in excellent heallh." But how is it," said Mrs. Crowder, "that we never catch sight of YOU now ?' !" Madam" said he, I'm sure Iwish well to you and all people; nay, have reason to thank you, for words of yours were the first means of opening my eyes to my own foolish and sinful course. You seem. to thrive, so do we. My wife and children were halfnakcd and halfsturv- ed, only this time last year. Look at them, if you please, now; for as far as sweet. contented looks go, and decent .raiment. beGtting their station, I'll match them with any mans wife and children. And now. Madam, tell you, as you told friend of yours, one day last year, that tis the FooLs PENCE which have done this for us- The Fools Pence! I ought rather to say.

 the pence earned by honest industry, and 1 spent in such manner that can ask the

 blessing of God upon the Pence.'

 When Mrs. Crowder and her daughters

 were gone, George Manly sat without

 speaking for some considerable time. He

 was in deep thought, and his gentle. pious

 wife felt that she knew on what subject he

 had been thinking so deeply for when he

 woke up from his fit of thought, deep

 sigh stole from his lips, and he brushed a.

 way the tears which had filled his eyes. 1 Abbofs Religious MegasiHs.

 Best vay to 5s Aappy.-Never sit down

 and brood over trouble of any kind. lf you

 are vexed with yourself or the world, this

 is no way to obtain satisfaction. Find

 yourself employment that will keep your

 mind active and depend upon it this will

 force out, nnwelcome thoughts.

 Who are the poorl Are they the indus

 trious1 Those who, labor, provided theis

 gains arc small, have generally feeling

 of independence with that, little akin to the rich mans treasures.

 Who are the unhappyf Are they not those who are inactive, and sit still and tell us, if fortune had only thrown this and that chance in their way. that they should have been far happier

 II It seems to me there is great defect in the conduct of tbe unfortunate. lf wC

 are deprived of ordinary resources. instead of looking round and substituting Othei

 ,hings, are we not prone to sit down and

 mourn what we have lost! This deadeni

 the energies, kills tho activity of our na-

 lures, and makes useless ds0nes. when ws | nhs~s.lA AM s,nak smw hAaa