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cess is this, I have kept from drink and tohacco."

As the gentleman spoke, he took out his purse, and drew from it a five-shilling piece, and handing it to the astonished beggar, he said, “ Now you have the same chance of getting on in the world as I had. Go and work, and never let me see you begging again.”

Years passed away. The gentleman had forgotten the circumstance, until one day, when travelling through P-, he entered a respectable bookseller's shop in order to purchase some books that he wanted.

He had not been many moments in conversation with the bookseller, before the latter, eagerly looking into the face of his customer, inquired, “Sir, are you not the gentleman who, several years ago, gave a five-shilling piece to a poor beggar at the end of this street ?”

Yes; I remember it well.”

• Then, Sir, this house, this well-stocked shop, is the fruit of that five-shilling piece.” Tears of gratitude trickled down his cheeks as he introduced the gentleman to his happy wife and children. He was regarded as their benefactor. When gathered round the table to partake of a cup of tea, the bookseller recounted his history from the above eventful day. It was very similar to that of the welcome visitor. By industry, honesty, and dependence on God's help, he had risen step by step from buying rags, to selling

papers and traets in the street, then to keeping an old book-shop, and ultimately to be owner of one of the best circulating libraries in the place. Before the happy party separated, the large, old family Bible was brought, out of which a Psalm of thanksgiving was read, and then all bent around the family altar. Words could not express the feelings of those who formed that

group: For some moments silence, intermingled with subdued sobs, evidenced the gratitude to the Almighty Disposer of all events, which was ascending to heaven.

When they rose, and bid each other farewell, the bookseller said, “Thank God, I have found your words to be true, 'God helps those who help themselves.' . It is betier to work than to beg.''

Young reader, IS IT NOT?


BOY MAY DO. It is not at all necessary that a great thing should be done by soinething great. A little thing may often do the work quite as well. A spark may set a town on fire. One drop of water too much in a reservoir may cause the banks to break down, and deluge a country, and spread ruin far and wide. A little word spoken in season, may convert an immortal soul. God often makes use of small means to effect great works.

A little girl was the means of the cure and conversion of the great Syrian captain, Naaman. A little shepherd' boy was the means of conquering a great army, and saving the Israelites from the Philistines. And now I am going to tell you what a great thing a little Jewish boy once did.

You have heard of Turkey. The Emperor who rules over it is called the Sultan. He lives at Constantinople, in great state and splendour. He has a great many soldiers always about him. People fear him so much, that whenever they see his handwriting at the bottom of a paper, they immediately fall down to the ground full length, in reverence.

Now the Sultan is a Mahommedan ; that is, one who does not believe in Jesus Christ, but in a false prophet called Mahommed instead; and all his people are like himself, they all believe in Mahommed. They read a foolish book which he wrote called the Koran, instead of the Bible; and they think that Mahom med can take them to Heaven.

Now the Sultan used to be so very strict, that he would allow none of his people ever to change their religion. If they did, they must die. So that, if a good Christian missionary were to have read the Bible to a poor Turk, and told him about Jesus and heaven; and the poor Turk were to have believed in Jesus, and left Mahommed and all his false religion,-if the Sultan got to hear of it, he would have had him killed,

And not only so, but if any other person in the Sultan's dominions left his religion, : whatever it might be, and turned a Christian, he would have had to die. This is as it used to be a few years ago. It is now, I am thankful to say, all changed. But it was a hard, cruel law, which prevented a poor man from believing in Jesus, and having bis soul saved. Now this law was removed by a little boy. It was thus:

There was a little boy who lived in Jerusalem : he was a Jew; his father and mother were Jews. Somehow or other he fell in with the missionaries who live in that city. He heard them speak; he wished to hear more of them, so he went again and often. He used to go at night tiine, when it was quite dark, for fear any of his friends should find out what he was doing, and persecute him. The missionary gave him a New Testament, which he read with delight. There he saw that Jesus was indeed the Messiah, the Son of God. He began to love Jesus, and wished to do something for him. So he came and told the missionaries that he wished to give up the Jewish religion, and to become a Christian boy. The missionaries were of course delighted, and did all they could to encourage him.

But now his Jewish friends got to hear of it, so they came to him and said, “ Are you going to turn Christian, and leave the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob ?” He said, “ I am going to believe in Jesus Christ, who died for me, and can save my soul.” They

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tried all they could to prevent him,—they persuaded, threatened, and bribed, but all to no purpose.

At last they bethought them that there was this law of the country, which denounced beating, imprisonment, and death, against all who left their religion, and embraced Christianity. So they brought the poor boy before the Pacha, the governor of the country. He sat on his divan, surrounded by his officers, administering justice. They bowed before him, and told him that this lad was going to become a Christian. The Pacha spoke to him, and said, “Do you. know what we must do to you if you become a Christian? Yes,” he said, “I do. But I do not care what you do to me. You may put me in prison, you may bastinado me, you may kill me, if you like: still I am determined to believe in Jesus.”

The Pacha was so struck with the firmness of the boy, that he said, “Well, my poor boy, I will see what can be done for you; I should not like to punish you, if I can help it.” So he wrote up to the Sultan at Constantinople; and the Sultan consulted with his counsellors, and sent back word that they had done away with the cruel law, and that the boy, and any one else might turn Christian if they chose. And so it is at this present time.

But the poor boy did not live much longer; he soon after sickened and died. He had done his work : he was ready, I hope, for heaven, and went to live with that Jesus whom he had loved so much.

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