At this time, the reputation of Mr. Lawrence, for benevolence, had be came so established, that not only the necessitous, but such as make a trade of speculating upon the charity of the liberal, were frequent applicants for his aid. So serious had this annoyance become, that he felt himself constrained to deny himself to all applicants, who were neither known to himself nor properly commended by those in whom he had confidence. He was in the habit of keeping a record of the names, ages, occupations, etc., of those who solicted his assistance. These memoranda are sometimes both quaint and plain spoken; for instance: "June, 6.-G. M. called to sell a lot of sermons, called the which he says he caused to be published to do good, but he repeated it so often that I doubted him. He seems to me a wooden-nutmeg fellow, although he has the Rev. Mr. tificate."

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One of the most striking as well as amiable traits in Mr. Lawrence's character was his absolute freedom from sectarian bitterness. Though connected with a Unitarian Church (that of Brattle street), from his first commencement in business, down to the day of his death, he had the pleasure of numbering among his most intimate friends, clergymen of all shades and theological opinions.

It would be impossible, within the scope of this article, to give even a full outline of the life of such a man as Amos Lawrence. His Diary and Correspondence, a work of three hundred and sixty pages, duodecimo, compiled by his son, was thought of such inestimable value to the young, that many of the Boston merchants presented a copy to each of their clerks; one house taking sixty for that purpose.

"The publication of the Diary of Amos Lawrence," states a print of the time, "naturally recalls many anecdotes of his life, and one of a certain remarkable pocket-book that belonged to him, deserves to be repeated. We will try to relate the fact in the way it was once told by Father Taylor, of Boston. On the occasion of an anniversary celebration in that city, a large number of orthodox clergymen were seated on the platform, and among them was the well-known preacher to seamen. A remark had been dropped by one of the speakers, implying a doubt whether any Unitarian could go to heaven.' Father Taylor fired up at the word, and springing to his feet he exclaimed, in his indescribable manner: No Unitarian go to heaven! Mr. Chairman, I have a word to say about that. I have this day seen Amos Lawrence's pocket-book. It is such a pocket-book as was never made before. On one fold of it is printed in gilt letters, 'What shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and loose his own soul? You open another fold and read, 'The gold is mine, saith the Lord of Hosts.' On still another fold is printed, 'He that giveth to the poor, lendeth to the Lord.' I asked Mr. Lawrence what all this was for. He told me that he remembered that, as men grew old, they sometimes grew selfish, and every time he looked to his money, he wanted to be reminded of the great principles of the Gospel, by which he ought to hold and use his worldly goods; and therefore he kept money in each of those folds of his pocket-book, for all good uses which Divine Providence might suggest. Now, Mr. Chairman, what are you going to do with a man who carries such a book in his pocket? Do you mean to send him to hell? Do you think the devil and

his angels would permit a man with principles like these to enter his domains? Why, sir, such doctrines carried to hell, would make an uproar and revolution there more terrible than ever before known, and it never could be easy till he was cast out. I ask again, what do you mean to do with him?' Father Taylor's question was not answered; but whatever trouble the case he supposed might create in the locality named, certain it is that his own speech made quite a sensation on the platform.”

Mr. Lawrence finished his earthly pilgrimage on the last day of the year 1852. All his temporal affairs had been arranged in view of this event; and there can be no doubt but that he was fully prepared for that world of love to which he was undoubtedly called.

"Religion was eminently a part of Mr. Lawrence's business-not the religion of a dead faith only, but a religion in which an active faith, and the works of love and human charity were united with humility. His pastor remarks of him in his funeral discourse, that he was a constant worshipper in his (the old Brattle street) church for forty-six years, and, for more than forty years, was a communicant, and for ten years a deacon, which office he was compelled to resign on account of continued ill-health. His Diary and Letters show a heart full of reverence, and imbued with a Christian vitality, that might put many louder and more clamorous professors to shame.'

He not unfrequently sent to his store for one or two thousand dollars at a time, in small bills, to be used in the service of his charities. He never gave without due examination, and his gifts were more generally voluntary, than the results of solicitation or personal appeals. His biographer estimates the sum, which he devoted to charities during his life, and mostly during the last ten years of it, to be not less than seven hundred thousand dollars, and remarks, that although many persons have done more, few have done so much in proportion to the means they had to bestow.'

Amos Lawrence takes a place among the great men of his time. He was not a great scholar, nor a great orator, nor a great politician. He had not great learning, nor great genius; but, nevertheless, he was a great man. He had a great heart, and any mind that could direct it so wisely as it was directed, is a great mind; for wisdom in action, requires such a combination and proportion of qualities that any man who exhibits it, is pre-eminently entitled to the appellation of 'great.'"

He was a living example of a successful merchant, who had from the earliest period of his business career, risen above all anticipation, and had never been willing to turn to advantage the ignorance or misfortunes of others. Even while an apprentice, in his native town, many of his customers relied upon his judgment, rather than their own, in the selection of goods for their purchase. He never deceived them. What "Amos" said was right, no one could gainsay. It was this sterling honesty, more than any other one thing, that contributed to his success in life.

The Soldiers, nearly perishing with thirst, rush to the water which proves to be sult.

"Water! my Heavens! water!" was heard from a thousand dry and parched throats; we break our ranks; we rush madly, blindly into the sparkling fluid. We dip. we raise it hurriedly, nervously to our mouths. Ye Gods! we dr-! No, we do n't! it chokes us, etc. Do n't drink, men! don't drink!

shouted, etc.

FIVE YEARS.

AN

AMERICAN SOLDIER

COMPRISING ADVENTURES AT PALO ALTO, RESACA DE LA PALMA, MONTEREY, VERA CRUZ, CERRO GORDO, AND IN THE BATTLES IN THE VALLEY OF MEXICO, INTER⚫ SPERSED WITH ANECDOTES OF

MILITARY LIFE, IN PEACE AND IN WAR.

Ir anxious mothers always had their own way, and if young men possessed a little more knowledge, the business of the world would suffer. Both commerce and war, those agents of civilization, would be shorn of recruits, by the force of maternal influence and a vivid sense of the evils which these pursuits are apt to bring upon their followers.

But young lads are ignorant, imagination is active, and they are often lured on by the charm of novelty to rush from the quiet scenes of home, and launch forth upon perilous adventures. It is well that it should be so. Nature has implanted this desire in young hearts, because the world has use for them. Many fall by the wayside-perish miserably through perils by sea and perils by land: others, with broken constitutions and blasted hopes, crushed by poverty and wasted by disease, eke out a miserable existence; yet the race, as a whole, is benefited.

Of this unfortunate class, I am one. A little more knowledge, in my start in life, would not only have saved me much suffering, but would have, probably, preserved to this day some quite respectable gentlemen of Mexco, whom I, in the way of business in that country, assisted in gathering to their fathers. By my early ignorance, doubtless, you can here, at this late period, obtain a knowledge of the life of the American Soldier, including a glimpse at some of the ugly shadows that are cast athwart it.

My name is C. M. REEVES. You never before heard of it—it is unknown to fame. The French have a proverb, that "the world never knows its 'great men." This is certainly a consolatory axiom to such of us as know the world better than it knows us. I was born in the year 1825, in Trumbull County, Ohio, and nineteen years after, viz: on the 9th day of December, 1844, descended from a stage-coach before the Monongahela House at Pittsburgh, entered the clerk's office, and wrote my name on the hotel register. Between these dates, I had passed from an infant into the suc cessive developments necessary to constitute a raw youth, with nineteen years only of rural experience.

My business at Pittsburgh was to enlist in the army. I had never seen any of the soldiers of the United States, and was under the impression that the army was composed of the elite of the country-that none were taken