peach, "You now know that you may confide in my protection."

The Moor then locked him up in his garden apartment, telling him, as soon as it was night, he would provide for his escape to a place of greater safety. But he had no sooner gone into his house, and seated himself, than a great crowd, with loud lamentations, came to his gate, bringing the corpse of his son, who had been killed by a Spaniard.

When the first shock of surprise was a little over, he learned, from the description given, that the fatal deed was done by the very person then in his power. He mentioned this to no one; but, as soon as it was dark, retired to his garden, as if to grieve alone, giving orders that none should follow him. Then, accosting the Spaniard, he said, "Christian, the person you have killed is my son; his body is now in my house. You ought to suffer; but you have eaten with me, and I have given you my faith, which must not be broken."

When he had uttered these words, he led the astonished Spaniard to his stables, and mounted him on one of his fleetest horses, and said, "Fly far while the night can cover you; you will be safe in the morning. You are, indeed, guilty of my son's blood; but God is just and good, and I thank him I am innocent of yours, and that my faith given is preserved.

In the year 1746, when the English were at war with Spain, the ship Elizabeth of London, coming through the gulf from Jamaica, richly laden, met with a most violent storm, in which the ship sprung a leak, that obliged them, for the saving of their lives, to run into the Havana, a Spanish port. The captain went on shore, and directly waited on the governor; told the occasion of his putting in, and that he surrendered the ship as a prize, and himself and his men as prisoners of war, only requesting good quarter.

"No, sir," replied the Spanish governor, "if we had taken you in fair war, at sea, or approaching our coast with hostile intentions, your ship would have been a prize, and your people prisoners; but when, distressed by a tempest, you come into our ports for the safety of your lives, we, the enemies, being men, are bound, as such, by the laws of humanity, to afford relief to distressed men who ask it of us. We cannot, even against our enemies, take advantage of an act of God.

"You have leave, therefore," added the governor, "to unload your ship, if that be necessary to stop the leak; you may refit her here, and traffic so far as may be necessary to pay the charges; you may then depart, and I will give you a pass to be in force till you are beyond Bermuda-if, after that, you are taken, you will then be a lawful prize; but now, you are only a stranger, and have a stranger's right to safety and protection." The ship accordingly departed, and arrived safe in London.

A remarkable instance of the like honorable conduct, is recorded of a poor, unenlightened African negro. In the year 1752, a New England sloop, trading to the coast of Guinea, left the second mate, William Murray, sick on shore, and sailed without him. Murray was at the house of a black named Cudjoe, with whom he had contracted an acquaintance during their trade. He recovered; and, the sloop being gone, he continued with his black friend till some other opportunity should offer for his getting home.

In the meantime, a Dutch ship came into the road, and some of the blacks coming on board her, were treacherously seized, and carried off as slaves. The relations and friends, transported with sudden rage, ran to the house of Cudjoe, to take revenge, by killing Murray. Cudjoe stopped them at the door, and de

manded what they wanted.

"The white men,

" said

they, "have carried away our brothers and sons, and we will kill all white men. Give us the white man you have in your house, for we will kill him."

Nay," said Cudjoe, "the white men that carried off your relations, are bad men; kill them, when you can take them; but this white man is a good man, and you must not kill him."-" But he is a white man,' they cried; "and the white men are all bad men, we will kill them all." 66 Nay," says he, "you must not kill a man, that has done no harm, only for being white. This man is my friend, my house is his post, I am his soldier, and must fight for him; you must kill me, before you can kill him. What good man will ever come again under my roof, if I let my floor be stained with a good man's blood?"

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LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND TWELFTH.

The Path of Life.

Oh! I have thought, and thinking sighed-
How like to thee, thou restless tide!
May be the lot, the life of him,

Who roams along thy water's brim!'
Through what alternate shades of wo,
And flowers of joy, my path may go!
How many an humble, still retreat
May rise to court my weary feet,
While still pursuing, still unblest,
I wander on, nor dare to rest!
But, urgent as the doom that calls
Thy water to its destined falls,
I see the world's bewildering force
Hurry my heart's devoted course
From lapse to lapse, till life be done,
And the lost current cease to run!

The mind can dull the deepest smart,
And smooth the bed of suffering,
And midst the winter of the heart,
Can renovate a second spring.

Shall fields be tilled with annual care,
And minds lie fallow ev'ry year?
Oh, since the crop depends on you,
Give them the culture which is due:
Hoe ev'ry weed, and dress the soil,-
So harvest shall repay your toil.
If human minds resemble trees,
(As ev'ry moralist agrees,)

Prune all the stragglers of your vine,
Then shall the purple clusters shine.
The gard'ner knows that fruitful life
Demands his salutary knife;
For ev'ry wild, luxuriant shoot

Or robs the bloom, or starves the fruit.

LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENTH.

The Gambler reformed.

He

In Queen Anne's war, Colonel Daniel was an ensign in the English army then in Spain; but he was so absolutely possessed by this evil, that all duty, and every thing else that prevented his gratifying his darling passion, was to him most grievous. scarcely allowed himself time for rest; or, if he slept, his dreams presented packs of cards to his eyes, and the rattling of dice to his ears. His meals were neglected; or, if he attended them, he looked upon that as so much lost time; swallowed his meat with precipitance, and hurried to the dear gaming table again.

For some time, fortune was his friend; and he was

so successful, that he has often spread his winnings on the ground, and rolled himself on them, in order that it might be said of him, "he wallowed in gold.” Such was his life for a considerable time; but, as he has often said, and I dare say every considerate man will join with him, "it was the most miserable part of it.

After some time, he was ordered on the recruiting duty, and, at Barcelona, he raised one hundred and fifty recruits for the regiment, though this was left entirely to his sergeant, that he might be more at leisure to attend to his darling passion. After some changes of good and ill luck, fortune declared so openly against him, that, in one unlucky run, he was totally stripped of his last farthing.

In this distress, he applied to a captain of the same regiment with himself for a loan of ten guineas; which was refused, with this speech: "What! lend my money to a professed gamester! No, sir, I must be excused: for, of necessity, I must lose either my money or my friend; I therefore choose to keep my money." With this taunting refusal, he retired to his lodgings; where he threw himself on the bed, to lay himself and his sorrows to a momentary rest, during the heat of the day.

A bug, gnat, or some such vermin, happening to bite him, he awoke; when his melancholy situation immediately presented itself to him. Without money! and no prospect how to get any to subsist himself and his recruits to the regiment, then at a great distance from him; and should they desert for want of their pay, he must be answerable for it; and he could expect nothing but cashiering, for disappointing th queen's service.

He had no friends; for he whom he had esteemed so, had not only refused to lend him money, but had added taunts to his refusal. He had no acquaintance there; and strangers, he knew, would not let him have