you have the goodness to change one of these louisd'ors, and give the peasant seven shillings and sixpence out of it for that, as he confessed to me, is all that his wood is worth, mainder to the poor Frenchman? I want nothing." and return the re For the breakfast The judge was much moved at these words of the good innkeeper. He counted out the seven shillings and sixpence to the peasant, and dismissed him with a severe rebuke. The rest was returned to the emigrant, who, on hearing the story, with difficulty prevailed upon the innkeeper to accept a small sum for the peasant's breakfast. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus That sailed the wintry sea, And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in her strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow." He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church bells ring; O say, what may it be?" ""Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" "O father! I hear the sound of guns; "O father! I see a gleaming light; O say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word,- And fast through the midnight dark and drear, To the rocks and breakers right ahead And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool; But the cruel rocks they gored her side At daybreak on the bleak sea-beach A fisherman stood aghast, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. LONGFELLOW. 2 STORY OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG. THE Vessel stopped for a few moments at the wharf, when a nurse with a child in her arms, wishing to see the city, went to the upper deck. Suddenly, as she was leaning over the vessel, the child sprang from her arms into the terrible current and disappeared immediately. The confusion which ensued attracted the attention of a gentleman, who was sitting in the fore part of the boat quietly reading. Rising hastily, he asked for some article the child had worn. The nurse handed him a tiny apron she had torn off in her efforts to retain the babe in her arms. Turning to a splendid Newfoundland dog that was eagerly watching his countenance, he pointed first to the apron, and then to the spot where the child had gone under. In an instant the noble dog leaped into the rushing water, and also disappeared. By this time the excitement was intense; and some persons on shore, supposing the dog was lost as well as the child, procured a boat, and started off to search for the body. Just at this moment the dog was seen far away with something in his mouth. Bravely he struggled with the waves, but it was evident his strength was failing fast, and more than one breast gave a sigh of relief as the boat reached him, and it was announced that he had the child, and that it was still alive. They were brought on board, the dog and the child. Giving a single glance, to satisfy herself that the child was really living, the young mother rushed forward, and, sinking beside the dog, threw her arms around his neck, and burst into tears. Not many could view the sight unmoved; and as she caressed and kissed his shaggy head, she looked up to his owner and said : Oh, sir, I must have this dog. I am rich; take all I have everything but give me my child's preserver." The gentleman smiled, and patting his dog's head, said: "I am very glad, madam, he has been of service, but nothing in the world could induce me to part with him." The dog looked as though he perfectly understood what they were talking about; and, giving his sides a shake, laid himself down at his master's feet, with an expression in his large eyes that said more plainly than words, "No, nothing shall part us." NEVER give up! NEVER GIVE UP. It is wiser and better Always to hope, than once to despair; Providence kindly has mingled the cup; The watchword of life must be, "Never give up!" Never give up! There are chances and changes Knowing that Providence mingles the cup; Is the true watchword of, "Never give up!" Never give up! Though the grape-shot may rattle, Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst; Stand like a rock, and the storm and the battle Providence wisely has mingled the cup; TUPPER. |