and proceed gradually along the coast, stopping at certain places, and so allowing many poor people the opportunity of catching them to sell to those who are richer and can afford to buy them.

Oh, there is so much that is wonderful in the sea, it would fill a volume to tell you all; and there are many nice books written, from which you may receive much information on this subject. I only wish to draw your attention to these things, and excite in you a wish to know more, and add to your pleasure when you walk or play on the sands, where you may find endless amusement. Have you ever examined the shells you pick up in most places? You meet with various sorts-all are curioussome are so very minute, or small, we should wonder how they could be so beautifully formed, if we did not remember who made them. Then what variety there is in the sea-weed! Some is so fine, that if you put it upon a piece of writing-paper, and dip it into a deep plate filled with water, it will spread itself; and when you take it out of the water, and prick it carefully with a needle or pin, you will see how pretty it will look.

I have briefly pointed out to you some of the wonderful sights to be seen on the seashore. I am certain, if you use your eyes when there, you will discover many more, all of which will delight you. I shall now

conclude with a very pretty, suitable little hymn, which you may have seen:

"In ev'ry object here I see

Something, O Lord, that leads to thee.
Firm as the rocks thy promise stands,
Thy mercies countless as the sands;
Thy love a sea immensely wide,
Thy grace an ever-flowing tide.

"In ev'ry object here I see

Something, my heart, that points at thee.
Hard as the rocks that bound the land,
Unfruitful as the barren strand;
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,

And like the tides in constant motion."

E.

EDWARD THE SIXTH AND HIS FAVOURITE

DOG.

WHO has not heard of that godly young king, Edward the Sixth, who ascended the throne of England about three hundred years ago? He was a truly pious youth, and employed his short reign in reforming the Church, and promoting every good object that he thought would further the glory of God.

How easily can God raise up godly persons to fill high offices, when he pleases!

Edward lived in dark days, and he might have been like the greater part of the youths of his time, but God put his Spirit into his heart, and enlightened his mind, and taught

him the truth, and this was the reason why Edward was a godly king, while his prede cessors, with very few exceptions, had no fear of God before their eyes.

And now I want to shew you how God ean preserve his people, and give his angels charge over them to keep them in all their ways-not only when they are walking abroad in the day, but when they are asleep in their beds by night.

You may suppose this good Edward had many enemies, especially amongst the Papists, who longed for his death, because he was a staunch Protestant, and used all his endeavours for advancing the interests of the Reformed Church-that is, the Church of England, and not the Church of Rome.

Some of these enemies hired a man to murder the king when he was asleep in his bed. And I am sorry to say that the king's chamberlain (the man who has the care of the king's house) lent this man a key which opened a private door that led to the king's chamber. When the appointed time came, the assassin (the man hired to murder) set off with some companions to commit the horrid deed. They reached the little door at the bottom of the chamber stairs. They opened it, and ascended the stairs. When

they arrived at the top, they found themselves in a little passage which led to King Edward's bed-room. The innocent king lay fast asleep, little dreaming that murderers were at his door, on the

putting him to a speedy death. But He who neither slumbereth nor sleepeth, was keeping watch over His servant. It so happened that a favourite little dog, which generally slept in the king's chamber, was by some accident shut out of the room, and was lying in this little passage. As soon as it saw these wicked men, up it jumped, and began to bark with all its might. The assassin struck it upon its head, and killed it. But the alarm was given: some men who slept in a room near the king's (called the king's body guard), were awakened by the barking, and ran out to see what was the matter. There they found these wretches just entering the king's chamber. They asked them what they were doing there, in the dead of the night? They replied, "Oh, we are only come to see that the king is properly guarded." This answer did not satisfy the king's body guard. They took them, and put them in the Tower of London, and they were brought up for trial, and in a short time they, with the chamberlain who lent the private key, had their heads taken off.

So you see, my dear little children, of what use God can make even a little dog. And it would be a nice amusement for you to take your Bible, and see how many kinds of animals you can find mentioned that God made use of for defending his servants or punishing his enemies, or for any other purpose.

B.

THE late celebrated John Trumbull, when quite a boy, resided with his father, Gov. Trumbull, at his residence in Lebanon, Connecticut, in the neighbourhood of the Mohegans, a remnant of which tribe still linger there, sacredly protected in the possession of the graves of their fathers. Mr. Trumbull gives the following story in his life, written by himself, and which he says "deserves to be written in adamant."

The government of this tribe was hereditary in the family of the celebrated Uncas, Among the heirs to the chieftancy was an Indian of the name of Zackary. Though an excellent hunter, he was as drunken and worthless an Indian as ever lived." By the death of the intervening heirs, Zackary