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the tender affection of sisters for one another, and also of their active and ardent love for their brothers. Brothers are often, unhappily, not so well agreed among themselves. And yet it ought to be otherwise. Among instances of strong affection, which are happily not wanting, the following is one of a truly interesting character. Seven young men had to walk, in the very depth of winter, one hundred and thirty miles. As they proceeded, they were suddenly overtaken by one of the snow-storms which are common in the mountains of Scotland. The night, too, began to close in around them, and the violence of the wind increased, while thicker and faster fell the flakes of snow. At last, bewildered by the darkness, which was rendered more dismal by the incessant snowdrift, they strayed from the right path, and their strength was exhausted. They could just see one another, but the storm was so violent that they could not converse.

Thus struggling onward, and scarcely knowing where they went, one of them sank in a hollow of the rock, and was buried, and the others passed on, unconscious of his loss.

In the party were two brothers of the

name of Forsythe; and soon after the younger of them also dropped down, being quite spent. His body lay in the pathway of the rest, but in their state of exhaustion they, with one exception, passed on without affording him any help. This was the elder Forsythe, who, knowing that his brother was in the party, stooped on coming up to him, and felt his face. Assured it was his own brother, he took him up, and placed him on his back.

The number of the party was now rapidly diminished; one after another perished, being frozen to death. Still Forsythe went on, as long as he had any strength; but at length his powers also gave way; he sank beneath the weight of his burden, and immediately expired. It appears, however, that his younger brother had already been gradually restored by his brother's warmth, and was thus enabled to reach home, by his generous sacrifice of himself.

Here, then, my young friends, are several of Uncle William's true stories; he tells them not merely to amuse you, but in the hope that they will be of real use. Do you say, “How can they be so ?” I will answer the inquiry. Have you disobeyed one or both of your parents to-day? Have you shown unkindness to a brother or a sister? Now, think on what you have read. Let it humble you. Let it lead to the acknowledgment of your sin before God. Let it you to seek pardon through the precious blood of Christ. Let it constrain you to implore grace to preserve you from doing so again. Have you not done wrong of late in these respects ? Then, whenever you are tempted to do so, say, “No, I will not; how can I, when I remember Uncle William's kind words on Home Affection ?”

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“ Should I not be smart in such gay garments dress’d ?

And then to be noticed, admired, and caress'd,
Oh, that would be pleasant; how often I've heard
That feathers, when fine, will make a fine bird.”
Stop, stop, my young friend, when folks are so fine,
And think far beyond all their neighbours to shine,
The wise will conclude, amidst every pretence,
That such people are sadly wanting in sense.
Plain clothes may a person of great worth adorn,
And fine clothes another, deserving of scorn.

Now, for another story. When I was in Switzerland, I observed a singular practice. A beautiful race of cows is reared

the mountains of that interesting country, and the most trusty of them are adorned with bells. This is done that the sound may keep the herd together, and direct the herdsman to the place where they are pasturing.

The owner of these cows has much pleasure in them. He has various sets of bells,

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