The burglar withdrew his menacing pistol, and Mr. Lee said: "I will conduct you to the place where my most precious treasures are placed." He opened the door and pointed to the cot where his two children lay in the sleep of innocence and peace. "These," said he, "are my most precious jewels. Will you take them?” He proceeded to say that as a minister of the Gospel he had few earthly possessions, and that his means were devoted to but one object-the education of his two motherless children. The burglar was deeply and visibly affected by these remarks. Tears filled his eyes, and he expressed the utmost sorrow for the wicked act he had commited. After a few remarks by Mr. Lee, the would-be criminal consented to kneel and join in prayer; and there, in that lonely house, amid the silence of midnight, the offender poured forth his remorse and penitence, while the representative of religion, of peace and good will, told him to "go and sin no more." CCXIX.-SILENCE. How eloquent is silence! Acquiescence, contradication, difference, disdain, embarrassment, and awe, may all be expressed by saying nothing. It may be necessary to illustrate this apparent paradox by a few examples. Do you seek an assurance of your lady love's affection? The fair one confirms her lover's fondest hopes by a compliant and assenting silence. Should you hear an assertion, which you may deem false, made by some one of whose veracity politeness may withhold you from openly declaring your doubt, you denote a difference of opinion by remaining silent. Are you receiving a reprimand from a superior? You mark your respect by an attentive silence. Are you compelled to listen to the frivolous conversation of a fop? You signify your opinion of him by treating his loquacity with contemptuous silence. Are you, in the course of any negotiation, about to enter on a discussion painful to your own feelings and to those who are concerned in it? The subject is almost invariably prefaced by an awkward silence. Silence has also its utility and advantages. And first, what an invaluable portion of domestic strife might have been prevented; how often might the quarrel, which, by mutual aggravation, has perhaps terminated in bloodshed, have been checked at its commencement by a judicious silence! Those persons only who have experienced them are aware of the beneficial effects of that forbearance which, to the exasperating threat, the malicious sneer, or the unjustly imputated culpability, shall never answer a word. Secondly, there are not wanting instances where the reputation, fortune, the happiness, nay, the life of a fellow creature, might be preserved by a charitable silence. THE REAL GENTLEMAN. NoT he who displays the latest fashion-dresses in extravagance, with gold rings and chains to display; not he who talks the loudest, and makes constant use of profane language and vulgar words; not he who is proud and overbearing, who oppresses the poor, and looks with contempt on honest industry; nor he who can not control his passions, and humble himself as a child; no, none of these are real gentlemen. It is he who is kind and obligingwho is ready to do you a favor with no hope of reward—who visits the poor, and assists those who are in need-who is more careful of his heart than of the dress of his personwho is humble and sociable-not irascible or revengeful— who always speaks the truth without resorting to profane or indecent words. Such a man is a gentleman, wherever he may be found. Rich or poor, high or low, he is entitled to the appellation. CCXX.-SHORT SELECTIONS. THE TEMPEST. THE night came down in terror. Through the air And then a sudden lull, gentle as sleep, Lain, like enchantment, on the throbbing deep. But false the calm! for soon the strengthen'd gale Burst in one loud explosion, far and wide, Drowning the thunder's voice! - Epes Sargent. TIME. Time flows from instants; and, of these, each one Should be esteemed as if it were alone. The shortest space, which we so highly prize THE PATH OF DUTY. THE path of duty is the way of glory; He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting The path of duty is the way of glory; He that, ever following her commands On with toil of heart and knees and hands Through the long gorge to the fair light, has won His path upward, and prevailed, Shall find the toppling crags of duty, scaled, -Tennyson. CCXXI. THE ISLE OF LONG AGO. Он, a wonderful stream is the river Time, How the winters are drifting, like flakes of snow, And the year in the sheaf-so they come and they go There's a magical isle up the river of Time, And the Junes with the roses are staying. And the name of that isle is the Long Ago; There are brows of beauty and bosoms of snow- There are fragments of song that nobody sings, There's a lute unswept, and a harp without strings, And the garments that she used to wear. There are hands that are waved, when the fairy shore And we sometimes hear, through the turbulent roar, Oh, remembered for aye, be the blessed Isle, When the evening comes with its beautiful smile, -B. F. Taylor. CCXXII. THE LOST ARTS. THE art of making daily bread, As much as their fast sons abhor it. The art of living frugal lives, The law which fate at last enforces. The art of holding public trust, To reach the high or humble station, On shrine of base humiliation. The noble art of seeking out To stop the public treasures leaking, |