Nobody is so weak, but he is strong enough to bear

the misfortunes that he does not feel.

No man's religion ever survives his morals.
That is not wit which consists not with wisdom.
No man shall ever come to heaven himself who has

not sent his heart thither before him.

That man will one day find it but a poor gain who bits upon truth with the loss of charity.

Christ saves the world by undeceiving it, and sanctifies the will by first enlightening the understanding.

If we justly look upon a proneness to find faults as a very ill and a mean thing, we are to remember that a proneness to believe them is next to it.

This happiness does Christ vouchsafe to all his, that, as a Saviour, he once suffered for them, and that, as a friend, he always suffers with them.

A blind guide is certainly a great mischief; but a guide that blinds those whom he should lead is undoubtedly a much greater.

EDITORIAL NOTES AND GLEANINGS. BISHOP WAUGH.-Just after our last number had gone to press we received intelligence of the death of this eminent and well-known servant of Christ and his Church. It was our privilege to know him intimately for the last quarter of a century, and we esteem it alike a privilege and a duty to add our tribute to the numerous expressions of esteem for his character and regret for his departure, which that event has already called forth from individuals, and from the various societies and associations with which he was connected. The portrait which accompanies our present number is an admirable likeness, and the sketch of the bishop's life and character, necessarily brief as it is, is from the pen of one who shared largely in the good man's confidence and esteem, and to whom the preparation of the memoir has been a labor of love.

sign and shrewd maneuvering. By the Constitution the Board have the power to fill vacancies in their own body, and to appoint their officers. It has recently been proclaimed, too, and not denied, that the society at large have no control over the actions of the Board of Managers, and that the only redress for real or supposed dereliction of duty is by turn

ing them out at the annual meeting of the so

ciety, and by the appointment of others. It is provided by the Constitution, however, that only one fourth of the managers can be displaced in any one year; so that, in reality, it will take three annual elections to effect a change in the majority of the Board. But all this has been tacitly submitted to; and no real occasion for objecting to the management of the society's affairs has arisen until lately. About a year since a leading Presbyterian cler gyman, the Rev. R. J. Breckenridge, of Kentucky, at the General Assembly of his Church, denounced the authorized edition of the Bible as sanctioned and published by the society for the last six years. He took occasion, in language more befitting a slave driver in a cotton field than a grave divine before a Church judicatory, to denounce most especially the committee by whom, with great care, and after years of patient toil, that edition had been prepared. His violent philippic appears to have had its effect upon the majority of the General Assembly; and others joined in the hue and cry. The Princeton Review, an accredited organ of the Presbyterians, followed, and the result aimed at by this leading denomination was speedily reached. The Board of Managers resolved to yield to the wishes of the General Assembly as thus made known; to take back all they had said of the accuracy of their standard Bible; in fact, to stultify themselves before the whole world, and at the expense of we know not how many thousands of dollars of the people's money to mutilate some and cancel others of the plates of the several editions now in use. The Protestant Churchman takes this view of the subject:

The High Church hostility of a few Episcopalians, who have always opposed the Bible Society, and the sectarian love of power of the Old School Presbyterians, who were determined to control it, have combined to overthrow the settled action of the Board of Managers, which had been for six years consummated, for the same number of years seen and known, and never objected to, which had been unanimously and repeated occasions, and in repeated shapes, and which deliberately adopted and approved by this Board on every member of the Board probably believed in his own conscience to be right, for certainly no one of them ever asserted in the Board the contrary.

It has been accomplished under the force of an outside pressure alone. The vehemence and violence of a dominant sect, as such, have succeeded in ruling and overturning the whole action of the Board, to whom there has not been left the shadow of freedom in this action. It is but a gradual realizing of what we have heard as the early assertion of Bishop Hobart, that "the Bible Society would become at last the mere tool of the General Assembly."

Verily, Bishop Hobart's prediction has, in this instance at least, been verified, and we are greatly in error if the sentiment of another bishop, the lamented Emory, that "Methodists must be permitted to do their own work in their own way," does not recur to the minds of many members of that Church which fur

nishes the society with one fourth of its funds, and is permitted to have but one ninth of its management.

SEWING MACHINES.-Ever since Hoop sang his "Song of the Shirt" the miseries of that large class who live by the needle have been a frequent theme for the philanthropist. The practical use of a machine for taking the stitches

In seam, and gusset, and band,

And band, and gusset, and seam,

if not, indeed, the invention itself, dates from about the same time as the publication of the inimitable poem to which we have referred. There is a fair prospect that the use of the machine will render the doleful song a mere memorial of things that were. The thought would have made the poet happy, and all will agree that such a consummation is devoutly to be wished. We have been led into this train of remark by the permission kindly granted us to copy a letter from a lady in the country to a friend in this city. The writer has had practical experience that may be useful to many of our fair readers, who will all agree with us in the hope that Ellen may come into possession of the good fairy without being obliged to part with Charlotte's last gift. But read the letter:

There, dear Ellen, I heard that sigh away up here in Vermont, as you leaned wearily back in your chair, and broke the seal of this letter, half reproaching yourself for stopping one moment while that immense quantity of sewing lies unfinished by your side. But I want you to stop, and to read, and take courage. Have n't you been stitching and stitching, day after day, and far into the night, too, on those fine bosoms, and wristbands, and collars till eyes, and head, and hands, and heart all ache, and the pile hardly seems to diminish at all?

Now compare your work with mine; I have done as much in an hour as you in a day, and neither eyes nor head are weary, and I am as light-hearted as a bird.

"That

Yes; compare the stitches, too. Are they not as fine, and even, and strong as yours? Ah! now you do open your eyes, and begin to wonder if Cinderella's fairy godmother has touched me with her wand. If I could transport you to my room, I would show you the good fairy that helps me so wondrously. There she stands in that corner, by the window. dear little, sweet little sewing machine, the comfort and blessing of the whole household, never tired, never out of patience, always ready to do your bidding. The one we have is from the establishment of Grover and Baker. We have made all sorts of garments with it, from the handsome basque with its varied trimmings, (cloth, silk, or lace, as the case may be,) and the flounced barège skirt, down to the little wee sack for the baby. Dresses, skirts, night gowns, caps, shirts, collars, under sleeves, jackets and pantaloons for the boys, sheets, pillow-cases, towels, tablecloths, napkins, pocket-handkerchiefs, indeed, everything that can be needed in a family. We have proved it by a trial of nearly a year, and know what a comfort it will be in every household. Each day increases our sense of its value. We have not tried to do wonders, and tell marvelous stories of its speed, but when you remember that we have five grown people, and four children under ten in the family, and know that we do all the sewing, and have time for reading, writing, studying, playing with the children besides, you will not think we praise our little helper without reason. It is as useful in repairing many garments as in making them, and one great advantage which this patent possesses over others is the ease with which a seam may be ripped, when once you find the loop of the under thread, and detach it from the upper, and that can be learned only by careful study and attention. I take as much pleasure in ripping (when necessary) as in sewing, for it is a great help in advancing the work when making any alterations. The thread can be used again for basting, or sewing with the hand, and sometimes when it is long I have used it again in the machine. Do you remem

ber, when we were children together, the long seams that were given us to be picked out carefully stitch by stitch with a pin, because we were too small to be trusted with scissors, lest we should cut the cloth? Or, if some older person ripped with scissors, how tired we were picking out the stitches that remained on both sides of the seam? The children in these days will have no such tasks to dread, at least in the families where Grover and Baker's machines are used. But though so easily ripped when you wish it, the stitch is strong and elastic, does not break in washing and ironing, and if broken by any chance does not rip in consequence.

Does this account seem rather aggravating than encouraging to you? My object in telling you these particulars is to induce you to obtain one for yourself. Do you ask where the money is to be procured? Then I ask, in return, have you not a hundred dollars, (dear Charlotte's last gift,) carefully preserved for some darker day than any you have yet known? Take it now, and buy with it one of Grover and Baker's box machines, with the invention recently added, which doubles the speed of the motion. Be assured you will never repent it. It will pay for itself shortly. You will accomplish more than double what you now do, and in the meantime the color will return to your cheek, and the light to your eye, and your youth and life shall not be sacrificed to this incessant stitching. There are some things to be learned about the management and use of the machine, but they are not difficult. I advise you to learn at the establishment, where they are so obliging as to explain whatever puzzles you, and to allow you to make your first attempts under their direction. I have regretted not doing so myself; it would have saved many a perplexed and anxious hour, when first I used it, lest I had committed some irreparable mischief. The simplicity of the machinery makes it very desirable for us in the country, for it is hardly possible that anything more dreadful should happen than the breaking of a needle occasionally. That is dreadful enough I acknowledge, and you will never do it without a shudder, and a feeling of self-reproach, as if it might have been avoided, but it is an evil that can be remedied at

once.

When once you are the happy possessor of this treasure, I know the clashing of the busy little needle will be to you like the sweetest music in the world, for it will speak of rest, and hope, and comfort; and when little Charlie comes in from school you will have leisure to enjoy with him walking, reading, or playing, as in happier times of old. With full confidence in your good sense and my powers of persua sion, I shall ever be the grateful admirer of our benefactors, and your affectionate

COUSIN CARRIE.

THE CHRISTIAN AND THE ARAB.-Journeying across the Arabian desert, a Christian traveler was taught some things that he did not know before; or, if he once knew had forgotten them. His tent was pitched for the night. His guides, genuine Bedouins, were around him. They sat silently musing, each lost in his own thoughts, when suddenly the sheik exclaimed "What strange men you Englishmen are!"

"How so? Why do you think us strange ?" "You never fast," said he.

"Not often," replied the traveler laughingly; "that is when we can get anything to eat."

The Arab laughed too: that evening we had supped sparsely from necessity. "But," said he, "is it not part of your religion? You do not pray; you do not give alms; you do nothing."

This was a home-thrust, and my conscience felt it. I had looked upon the poor fellows around me as so bigoted in their faith, and had considered myself so completely in their power, that I deemed it prudent to avoid every topic that might rouse their passions. In my solitary tent at midday I read the word of life: but I had concealed with jealous care from my

from fifteen hundred to two thousand dollars last summer toward completing the beautiful church which it has just erected and dedicated to the worship of God. The gathering was held on the day succeeding the dedication of the church. After speeches, singing, and so on, a presentation of Bibles to some twenty of the scholars took place; the scholars coming out and standing around the pulpit platform, one little fellow five years old on the platform, that he might be seen. What followed is thus described:

After the superintendent had prepared the way, the pastor of the church, Rev. Mr. White, stated the history of these Bible gifts, and addressed those who were to receive them in remarks of the deepest interest. He spoke to them of a ship at sea guided through the midnight darkness, and over the tempestuous ocean, amid greatest dangers all unseen, by the light and the compass in her binnacle, directly under the eye of the man at the helm. "So, children," said he, "take this heavenly chart and compass, put it safe in your binnacle, with the heavenly light shining upon it, keep it directly under your eye, and with steady hand on the helm, launch out upon life's tempestuous and treacherous ocean, and you shall gain the port of heavenly bliss securely."

By this time the whole audience were in melting sympathy with the scene. A brief word, and one after another took their new and beautiful presents and returned to their seats. In giving the littlest fellow his Bible, the good pastor took him in his hands, lifted him before all the people, kissed him, and implored a Divine benediction. But there was one thing more to come, the crowning scene of this most interesting occasion. Rev. Mr. White took the audience all by surprise; no one save the superintendent knew what was coming. He began with a brief reference to the struggles and sacrifices of this society in securing this new and attractive edifice. Homeless, and almost friendless and penniless, the great effort was made some six months ago to raise a sufficient subscription among themselves. The pastor told us that in passing the subscription papers, one of the Sabbath-school boys, of his own accord, said to his mother, "I am going to put down twenty-five dollars; I have got nineteen dollars now, which I have been saving to buy a watch; I'll give that, and guess I can work out the other six somehow !" So down went the twentyfive dollars, and with it the hopes and savings of some years. The subscription has been promptly paid. How the boy got his other six dollars he did not know.

During the summer Mr. White was in New England, making an appeal for and in behalf of the new church. In appealing to the Congregational Church and society in Somerville, Mass., one evening, he told them of the great efforts of his own people, and incidentally cited, as an illustration, the case of this boy, with others. In coming down from the pulpit, a gentleman remarked to him, "I don't like the idea of that boy losing his watch." ." Nor I," said another. "And would you give a dollar to buy him one?" said the first. "Yes, two dollars," was the reply. "And I two," said a third, and the matter stopped not until"-and here the pastor took from his pocket a watch, saying, as he held it up, "there it is a gold lever, sixteen carats fine, double bottom, gold dial, gold balance, twelve jeweled, Johnson,

Liverpool. From friends in Boston; Prov. xi, 24, 25; 1857; original cost, seventy-five dollars." But who was the boy? No one knew. but the boy himself. Was he there? All eyes and hearts were waiting, beating, weeping. Now came the name, slowly, and all turned to the poor fellow, who was getting his head down under the seat, crying like a child. A second and third call brought him out. A modest lad of fifteen he was; he took the watch; scarcely a word more could be said. The scene was beyond description.

SMALL CHANGE.

THAT most good-natured, genial-souled fellow, Dr. Doran, in his "Monarchs Retired from Business," gives us, among a large list of others, the title of the King of Ava. It is thus he is addressed:

God, King of Kings, Preserver of all Life, Regulator of the Seasons, Absolute Master of the Ebb and Flow of the Tide, Brother to the Sun, and King of the fourand-twenty Umbrellas.

A COBBLER ON THE ORIGIN OF OPINION.— "You see, sir," quoth the cobbler, "that a man's business has a deal to do with his manner of thinking. Every trade, I take it, has ideas as belonging to it. Butchers don't see life as bakers do, and if you talk to a dozen tallowchandlers, then to a dozen blacksmiths, you will see tallow-chandlers are peculiar, and blacksmiths too."

"You are a keen observer," said I; "your remark is new to me; I dare say it is true."

"Course it is; and the stars have summat to do with it; for if they order a man's calling, it stands to reason that they order a man's mind to fit it. Now, a tailor sits on his board with others, and is always a talking with 'em, and a reading the news; therefore he thinks, as his fellows do, smart and sharp, bang up to the day, but nothing original, and all his own like. But a cobbler, continued the man of leather, with a majestic air, "sits by hisself, and talks with hisself, and what he thinks gets into his head without being put there by another man's tongue."

"You enlighten me more and more," said our friend, bowing respectfully; "a tailor is gregarious, a cobbler is solitary. The gregarious go with the future, the solitary stick to the past. I understand why you are a tory, and perhaps a poet."

"Well, a bit of one," said the other, with an iron smile. "And many's the cobbler who is a poet, or discovers marvelous things in a crystal, whereas a tailor, sir, [spoken with great contempt,] only sees the upper leather of a world's sole in a newspaper.'

HE WOULDN'T BE PRESIDENT OF A BANK.—A good story is told of a Michigan man who recently went down into Indiana to buy a drove of horses. He was longer absent than he intended, and failed to meet a business engagement. On being reproached for not being home he made due apology. "I tell you how it is, squire; at every little confounded town, they wanted me to stop and be President of a Bank.”