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it to myself, but I was obliged to at last, and now I confess it to you, my readers-I had forgotten to wind it up! After all, then, it was my own fault, and not the clock's, that for so long a time I had been deprived of its company.

My little clock has a quick and merry way of tickingvery different from the heavy and ponderous "tick, tick," of the "old clock on the stairs," that stands in its case of oak, numbering the moments as they fly, and repeating in awful tones the gruesome song of



But, although it ticks so pleasantly, and almost sings the hours when it strikes, it is constantly giving warning; and one of the warnings it gives is this

"Never lose a friend for want of care."

Ah! how many a true friend has been lost by carelessness! How many a heart that might have been beating in unison with our own at the present time, has been repelled by some unkind word or even look, and thus has been estranged for ever. Like my timepiece, it only wanted a little attention at one time, but the opportunity was not grasped, and a friend was lost.

Then, again, how many a one has been misunderstood; how many a kind heart hurt and loving nature bruised for want of a little precaution on our side. Can any one of us feel satisfied that he has never misjudged another, as I misjudged my clock, and thought it was broken and useless, when the fault was all my own? My little timepiece was as perfect as ever; it was ready to do its duty by me, if I only did mine by it; but I neglected to wind it up, and so it was silent. And have not friends been driven away; brothers and sisters made strangers for want of the little attention that was so easy to be given, but yet was withheld? And has not that Friend that sticketh closer than a brother been repelled from many a heart at which He has been knocking, and into which He would have entered and

our country was not in such a quiet and peaceable state as it now is. We had been at war for a long time, and there were frequent threats of an invasion of England by her great enemy Napoleon the First of France; these threats kept the people quite in a ferment of excitement, and made our government careful to have the army and navy well supplied with men. The great expense of keeping the country on a war footing caused much distress, by making everything very dear; and, added to this, there was one year an almost entire failure of the wheat crop all over the country, and bread became so high in price that many persons were brought to the verge of starvation; these poor people, driven to desperation by want, and urged on by unprincipled agitation, sometimes banded themselves together and committed many unlawful and wicked acts. Several mills in different parts of the country were attacked by them, and the corn and flour either carried off or destroyed. And it was no uncommon thing for a farmer who had managed to grow enough corn to store in his barns or stacks, to have these wilfully set on fire by men who fancied that these acts of wickedness would be for the good of the country, or else out of spite and envy against their more prosperous neighbours.

"You may be quite sure that with things in this state, those who had corn stored away had rather an anxious time.

"For a while the neighbourhood in which we lived had been remarkably quiet and free from the acts of violence I have described. But it proved that we were not to be let alone, and in the winter of which I am going to tell you, when I was about twenty years old, our part of the country became as riotous any other.

"Day after day we heard of some lawless deed, and sometimes at night we saw a red glare in the sky, which we knew was probably caused by the burning of some poor farmer's corn stacks.

"These things made us anxious about our own mill,


my father often looked very grave when he heard of what was going on around us.

“Father,' I said to him one day, 'what shall you do if our place is attacked?'


“I can do nothing,' he said, ' but trust in God to help us. If the corn in the stores were my own, I would sell it all out, but as it is only here to be ground for other people, I can't do that.'



"But,' I urged, these rioters won't care about that. And if they do visit us, it is likely enough they will destroy the mill as well as take the corn.'

"Have you never read, Henry,' my father answered, "that "the angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them”?'

"Yes, father, I know that, but——'

"But what, Henry-would you say you have not faith enough to believe it?'



'No,' I said, and yet I should not like to say that none of those who have had their property destroyed feared God.'

"God forbid that I should say so either, my son, but wherever that has been the case, whatever violence they have suffered has been allowed to fall upon them for some good purpose or other.'

"I cannot say that I felt at all satisfied with my father's reasoning. The fact is that, although I had been religiously trained from my earliest childhood, I had not then been brought to rest my entire confidence in God's watchful care and protection. I can see now how wrong I was to have so little faith in His ability to help us, and in His care for His people.

"It was a rule strictly attended to by my father, that every day should be opened and closed by prayer, and the whole family assembled night and morning to join in these pious devotions. Solemn and earnest as my father's prayers were, I could not but notice that at this time they were still more so in tone and feeling.

"Very touchingly did he pray that the country might be brought out of its present straits, and that the God of all nations would cause His face to shine once more upon our land; that He would succour the poverty-stricken and miserable, and forgive the lawless and sinful, and bring all to know and fear Him. Nor did he forget to commend himself and his family to the care of his Heavenly Father. Thus he constantly felt that he was under the protection of a Divine providence, and this gave him a calm and quiet that were unknown to those who had no such trust.

"I must now tell you that our mill was driven by a little stream that ran from the river a mile above, and returned to it again just below the mill. This stream formed a boundary to our meadows on one side, and they were bounded on the other by the river; the little piece of land thus enclosed formed a miniature island, and on this island, close to the mill, stood the house in which we lived. Sometimes, when there had been a great deal of rain, the usually quiet little stream became swollen and overflowed its banks, and then our house was quite surrounded by water, and, but for the little wooden bridge that reached from it to the mill, the only means of communication with the outer world was by boat.

"It was the first week in January; the ground was covered with snow for miles round, and on the hills above our mill there were such enormous drifts that we looked forward with fear to the time when there should be a thaw, as we knew that if it came on rapidly the river and stream would be so overflowed as to endanger the mill and house.

"However much my father put his confidence in God, and trusted in Providence, he was not the man to leave unused the means that lay in his power to prevent misfortune of any kind overtaking him. He accordingly set to work in having all the corn moved from the lower to the upper parts of the mill and store-houses, and as far as possible removed everything that could be injured, in case a flood set in.


The Fatherhood of God.

"Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him."Psa. ciii. 13.

"If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask Him?"Matt. vii. II.


ILLIAM BEXSON was a tailor, rather comfortably off, for he often had four "hands" employed at his board. He was by no means a gloomy man; in fact, he would

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