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I think the human family would say: "We will do without it.” Peace is far superior to rum.

Many relics are yet shown to the travelers wlio visit the battle field of Waterloo. In this respect, I would advise the young readers of the Guardian, if ever they should visit Europe, and the battle field of Wa. terloo, to be careful what they buy, under the name of battle relics. Occasionally buttons are offered for sale, said to have belonged to Napoleon's uniform, which he wore on the Waterloo battle field, or a plume on his hat. Relics are here shown in the same quantity, as pieces of cross from the cross of Christ, by the Roman Catholic Church.

Atl o'clock, p. m., on the 19th, a road was cleared over the battlefield, that we could pass, in a double line, four men in front, but not in a straightforward course. The road was often intercepted by dead horses, or cannons, powder wagons, etc. We now passed over the French battle field, in sight of La Belle Alliance. The wounded of the French army were not yet all removed to the hospitals. We saw many of their wounded yet, either dying or uttering heavy groans of pain. Making so many crooked windings, to pass between the living and the dead, it took us four hours, till 5 o'clock, p. m., when we left the battle field. Our march was now directed towards Paris.

A sufficient number of troops, with officers, were left behind, to bave the oversight over the interment of the dead, which work was performed by the farmers of the surrounding villages. I was told afterwards, that the dead were undressed, the English government taking possession of their uniforms, clothing, and also of their rifles and muskets. About six men were buried in one grave. For many years afterwards, the field of Waterloo was remarkable for its fruitfulness. I believe to the present day, there are English officers on the spot, to show strangers and travelers the places of notoriety which were in the possession of the English and French armies during the battle.

After the battle it was reported that the Russian General Buloa, took possession of Napoleon's jewels and treasury, but that the General, divided these spoils principally amongst his officers. General Bulou afterwards became a minister in the Episcopal Church of England.

From the 16th of June till the middle of October, we were continual. ly encamped, and for the first month mostly in open air. We marched every day towards the French capital, passing through Maubeuge and Cambray. We had no day of rest, and marched frequently during the night, until, in the afternoon of the seventh of July, we beheld the city of Paris. We made our encampment near, and partly on a hill, where a great number of windmills were built. We made new preparations. for battle, to take the French Captial. But Napoleon abdicated the throne, and the city capitulated. He might have fought another battle, but his Generals were not favorable to a new attack. The wreck of his army had reached Paris, also Marshal Grouchy with his corps, who, if he had came to the help of the Emperor, at St. Lambert, might have turned the scale of the battle of Waterloo.

We will not now follow Napoleon. His destiny to St. Helena, by the English government is known to your readers. On the 8th of July we marched through a part of Paris, into Bois de Boulogne, where:

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the English army was encamped. The trees were cut down and huts built thereof. The whole English army, was in this manner encamped by companies, each company having a large road for training; and behind the front a place for cooking. Each Colonel and staff was encamped with his batallion. We had weekly a training in brigades, and in the beginning of October, an army of 60,000 men passed a review before the Emperor Alexander of Russia, Francis of Austria, and before the King of Prussia. We saw frequently the King of Frauce. Louis XVIII, and Marshal Blucher, who occasionally visited our encampment. The Austrian and Prussian troops, about 80,000 in number, were stationed in Paris.

And now, young readers of the Guardian, what a great blessing is peace. I hope that none of you will ever be brought to fight a battle. Never be enlisted in the army, for a soldier's life is a miserable life. If, however, your country is in need of your services, then by your own free will, defend her honor and her rights, and show that the mantle of the Fathers of the Revolution has fallen upon their sons. But may God grapt that our nation may never see another war, and no American blood be spilled any more in our happy land on battle fields. Whilst war has in its train vices, poverty, human misery of all descriptions, how blissful are the fruits of peace. In a land of peace, agriculture and science, arts, manufactures and commerce, by land and by water, are in full bloom. And above all the Christian religion, with all her benevolent operations and societies, is progressing. Missionary, Bible and Tract Societies, show their benign influences over the nations of the world; and hills and mountains and vallies and seas become the temples of the most high and living God, the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

But I suppose your readers have now read enough about the battle of Waterloo, and so I take leave of them, wishing them all God's blessing.

“A LITTLE WIILE.”

“What is this that he saith, a little while ?" --Jolin xvi. 18.

Ou for the peace which ioweth as a river,

Making life's desert places bloom and smile !
Oh for the faith to grasp heaven's bright “ for ever,"

Amid the shadows of earth's little while."

"A little while," for patient vigil keeping,

To face the stern, to wrestle with the strong : "A little while," to sow the seed with weeping;

Then bind the sheaves, and sing the harvest song.

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SPORT NOT WITH POVERTY AND NATURAL INFIRMITIES.

Who so mocketh the poor reproaches his Maker.—Prov. 17. 5. As Rabbi Eliezer was returning from the town where his Master lived, he was greatly puffed up with the wisdom which he had acquired. On his way he met a man who was greatly deformed and wretched to look upon, and who was going toward the same town. The stranger greeted him with the words : Peace be with thee, Rabbi.” But Eliezer, proud of his wisdom, did not return the friendly salutation; but looking only at the uncomely appearance of the stranger, sportingly said : “Fool, are the inhabitants of your town all so deformed as you are ?"

Then the stranger wondered at the want of manners manifested by Eleizer; and provoked by his game-making spirit, he said: “I know not. You had better ask information from the great Master who made me !"

The Rabbi saw his error, got off from the beast which he rode, and cast himself at the feet of the stranger, asking him to pardon him for his error, which, in the thoughtlessness of his heart, he had committed, and of which be now heartily repented.

“No!" said the stranger sternly, “ go first to the artist who made me, and say to Him: “Great Master, what a hateful piece of work Thou hast made !"

Eliezer continued to sue for his pardon, but the stranger regarded him not. Meantime they had come near to the town where Eliezer had been born. The inhabitants had knowledge of his coming, and went forth in multitudes to greet him. “Peace be with thee, Rabbi," they cried ; "welcome art thou our Teacher !"

“Whom do you call Rabbi ?" asked the stranger. The people pointed to Eliezer.

“ And on him do you bestow the honor of the name Rabbi l" continued the poor stranger." O that Israel may not bring forth many like him!"

Then he told them what had taken place.

“He has done wrong !" cried the people; “but he has learned to know and confess it; forgive him, for he is a great man and well read in the law."

The stranger forgave him, and said that he had showed himself so unyielding before, only to make a deeper impression on the mind of the Rabbi. Eliezer thanked him and remembered the lesson as a warning. Ho also justified the stranger, saying: “No man may mock the poor or the deformed ; and if he does it, he shall not easily obtain forgiveness !"

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WELL DOING OFTEN BEARS RICH INTEREST. Rabbi Eliezer, Rabbi Jehoschua and Rabbi Akibba, took a journey once a year through the land of Israel, to collect money for the poor. No one contributed more, and with pleasanter spirit, than Aben-Judan, who was a very wealthy man. Yet fortune is changeable and uncertain. A hail-storm cut down his grain, a pestilence destroyed his flocks, and fields and vineyards were taken from him by his creditors. Only one small field remained to him.

Such a sudden change of fortune would have crushed many an one to the earth. But Aben-Judan built on the Lord, and bore his loss with patience ; for he said : “ The Lord gave, the Lord hath taken away; blessed be his name forever !" With great industry he tilled his remaining field, and was contented and cheerful.

When a year had passed round he sat one evening at the door of his little but, and saw afar the three Rabbies coming on their annual round. Then he thought of his former wealth ; and for the first time he felt the fetters of poverty. " What was Aben-Judan," he sighed, “and what is he now !" Sad and sorrowful he withdrew himself into a corner of his hut. When his wife saw him, she said to him tenderly : “What ails thee my beloved ? Art thou not well ? Tell me, that I may minister onto thee !"

"O that it were in thy power,” sighed Aben-Judan; “but the Lord alone can heal the wounds wbich he has made! Do you st. ll remember the days of our prosperity, when our grain satisfied the hungry, when our flocks clothed the naked, and when our oil and wine refreshed the wounded and sorrowful ? Orphans came to us and blessed us, and the heart of the widow sang for joy! At that time we tasted somewhat of the bliss of heaven. Now we can neither help the fatherless, nor give to the poor, for we are ourselves poor and needy. Do you not see yonder the men coming who gather alms ? They will call, and what shall we, what can we give ?"

“Be not distressed my dear husband." said his wife consolingly. “We still possess a good sized field. Let us sell the half of it, and give the proceeds thereof to the poor !"

Then the countenance of Aben-Judan lit up with joy, and he did as his wife had proposed, and when the Rabbies came, he handed them the money. They received it, and said to him as they departed : "May the Lord again bestow upon you His blessing !" Now Aben-Judan was again joyful, laboring and tilling his little field.

One day, as he was following after his plough, one of his oxen, with his feet, broke into a deep hole and could not get out himself. AbenJudan applied all his strength to help him out. While he was thus working with the ox, he saw suddenly that something lay glittering in the bottom of the hole like gold, silver, and precious stones. This attracted his attention, and he dug deeper, when, 'to his great joy, he found a rich treasure. This he bore to his hut, that he might use it to buy a large house and lands, and flocks, such as he had once owned, and get more added to it. But he did not forget the poor, but became % father to the fatherless, and a comforter to the unfortunate.

Now, when the time came again for the Rabbies to gather alms, they found not Aben-Judan in his hut; and then they enquired in the village what had become of him ? and what he was doing? Then all the poor cried out joyfully : “ Aben-Judan ? The good and righteous Aben. Judan ? Do you see the sheep and cattle yonder ? They all belong to Aben-Judan! Who is rich as be, and who is good and merciful as he?"

Then came Aben-Judan along the way, and the Rabbies greeted him, and asked him how he was doing. “Your prayer bas borne rich fruits," said he, and led them into his house, where he handed them a large gift for the poor.

Then they showed him the book in which the gifts of last year were set down, and his own stood at the head of the list as the largest ; " for," said they, "you are like unto the man of whom Solomon says: 'A man's gift maketh room for him, and bringeth him before great men.?" Prov. xviii, 16.

A STORK TRAGEDY. J. J. Sprenger, Esq., now in Europe, bas sent us, for The Guardian, a most interesting account of a love tragedy among the storks, at the same time vouching for the authenticity of the authenticity of the tragic story. How much of human nature seems to dwell in the bosoms of these remarkable birds -Ed. GUARDIAN.

Mons. PITON, of Strasburg, relates the following as having come under his own eyes, and adds that, had it occurred in the days of Shakspeare, it might have furnished him the plot for a tragedy:

"On the western side of our Munster (Cathedral), perhaps under the sheltering protection of the giant from the colder north winds, we have annually a number of these Egyptian emigrants (storks) settled; and it affords me most unbounded pleasure to watch them, through an excellent telescope, in their curious habits. I have witnessed the arrival of their advance guard; I saw them select their quarters, and afterwards selecting their mates, industriously building their nests, deposting from three to five eggs, hatching out their young and nursing them with parental affection, feeding, raising, and teaching them to fly, to prepare them for their later long and tedious migration.

"I frequently ascended the Munster for the purpose of sketching the beautiful landscape, with a view of painting a panorama therefrom, employing a large telescope to bring the objects nearer my eye. It was at this time too, that the annual Stork flocks arrived. I saw them arrir. ing ; each sought his mate—they separated in pairs—but one luckless stiltleg, in spite of his amorous attentions, found it impossible to win his bride. The object of his affections bestowed her love upon another.

The young couple were happy in their nest, and the neglected rival, now a dreamy bachelor, sat gloomy and sad, his neck drawn in, with one

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