The beholders immediately flocked round, and with looks and expressions of compassion gave their help. A Churchman raised the man from the ground by lifting him under the arms, while a Presbyterian held his head, and wiped his face with his handkerchief. A Roman Catholic lady took out her smelling bottle, and ap plied it to his nose. A Methodist ran for a doctor. A Quaker supported and comforted the woman; and a Baptist took care of the children.

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Edwin, and his father, looked on. Here," said Mr. Ambrose, “is a thing in which mankind are made to agree."

EVENINGS AT HOME.

WALKING THE STREETS.

HAVE you ever walked through the crowded streets of a great city? What numbers of people pouring from opposite quarters. You would imagine it impossible for them to get through; yet all pass on their way without stop.

Were each man to proceed exactly in the line in which he set out, he could not advance many steps without encountering another full in his face. They would strike against each other, fall back, push forward again, block up the way for themselves, and those after them, and throw the whole street into confusion.

All this is avoided by every man's yielding a little.

Instead of advancing square, stiff, and with

arms stuck out, every one who knows how to walk the streets, glides along, his arm close, his track gently winding, leaving now a few inches on this side, now on that, so as to pass, and be passed, without touching.

He neither goes much faster, nor slower, than those in the same direction. If any accidental stop arises from a carriage crossing, a cask rolled, or the like, instead of rushing into the bustle he checks his pace, and waits till it is over.

Like this, is the march of life. In our progress through the world, a thousand things stand in our way. Some people meet us; some stand before us; and others follow close upon our heels. We ought to consider that the road is as free for one as for another, and therefore we have no right to expect that persons should go out of their way to let us pass, any more than we out of ours. It is our business to move on steadily and quietly, doing every thing in our power to make the journey of life easy to others as well as to ourselves.

EVENINGS AT HOME.

SPRING.

COME, let us go forth into the fields: let us see how the flowers spring; let us listen to the singing of the birds; and sport upon the new grass. The winter is over and gone; the buds come out upon the trees; the blossoms of the peach and nectarine are seen, and the green leaves sprout.

The young animals of every kind are sporting about, they feel themselves happy, they are glad to be alive; they thank Him that has made them alive. They may thank Him in their hearts, but we can thank Him with our tongues; therefore, we ought to praise Him more.

The birds can warble, and the young lambs can bleat; but we can open our lips in His praise; we can speak of all His goodness. Therefore, we will thank Him for ourselves, and we will thank Him for those that cannot speak.

Trees that blossom, and little lambs that skip about, if you could, you would say how good He is; but you are dumb, we will say it for you. MRS. BARBAULD

GOD'S WORKS

1. God made the sun, and gave him light; He made the moon to shine by night; He placed the brilliant stars on high,

And leads them through the midnight sky.

2. He made the earth in order stand,
He made the ocean and the land;
He made the hills their places know,
And gentle rivers round them flow.

3. He made the forest, and sustains

The grass that clothes the fields and plains ; He sends from heaven the summer showers, And makes the meadows bright with flowers.

4. He made the living things, with care
He feeds the wanderers of the air;
Ile gave
the beasts their dens and caves,
And fish their dwelling in the waves.

5. He called all beings into birth
That crowd the ocean, air, and earth;
And all in heaven and earth proclaim
The glory of his holy name.

GOD IS OUR FATHER.

The mother loveth her little child; she bringeth it up in her arms; she nourisheth its body with food; she feedeth its mind with knowledge; if it is sick she nurseth it with tender love; she watcheth over it when it is asleep; she forgetteth it not for a moment; she rejoiceth daily in its growth.

Who

But who is the parent of the mother? nourisheth her with good things, and watcheth over her with tender love, and remembereth her every moment ? Whose arms are about her to guard her from harm? And if she is sick, who shall heal her?

God is the parent of the mother; He is the parent of all, for He created all. All the men and all the women who are alive in the wide world, are His children; He loveth all, and is good to all.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1. GOD warmed with life our mortal parts,
He made the blood flow round our hearts,
He made our pulse beat calm and still,
Our limbs move lightly at our will.

The ear, alive to every sound;

round;

The tongue, to make our wishes known,
The soul, an image of his own.

3. With sheltering clothes our limbs he drest,
He gives our weary eyelids rest;
Health to our frame his power imparts,
And food and gladness to our hearts.

4. In early youth he made us know
The way in which our feet should go;
He gave us precepts, plain and few,
For all the good deeds we must do.

5. Our way to heaven his hand prepares,
He gave our bibles, hymns, and prayers;
He gave the parents and kind friends
On whom our youthful heart depends.

6. A thousand joys our God hath given, Our peace on earth, our hopes of heaven;