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there is little doubt but they were filled with slaves, whom these cruel dealers in human flesh had thrown overboard ! But enough of these sad stories. I shall conclude with an affecting account from Jamaica. A master of slaves wanted money; and one of his female slaves having two fine children, he sold one of them, and the child was torn away from the mother. In the agony of her feel. ings she made a hideous howling ; and for that crime was flogged. Soon after le sold her other child. This turned her heart within her, and threw her into a kind of madness. She howlcd night and day in the yard, tore her hair, ran up and down the streets, rending the heavens with her cries, and watering the carth with her tears. Her constant cry was, -" Da wicked massa Jew, he sell iny children. Will no white nassa pity Nega? What me do? Me no have one child !” Then, as she stood before the window of the Missionary, she said (lifting her hands towards heaven).“me heart do so, (shaking herself violently). me heart do so, because me have no child. Me go in massa house, in massa yard, and in me hut, and me no see em." And then her cry went up-to God ! Such are, the horrors of the slave trade. What a blessing then to be born in England to have kind friends to be de.

fended against cruel men by a country's laws. My young reader may have many sorrows, but they cannot after all be so great as those of a poor African slave. Be thankful for your mercies, and pray for and pity the poor slaves.

MEMOIR OF SAMUEL J. Samuel J-11 was a scholar in a Sunday school in a large town in the WestRiding of Yorkshire. For many years before his death, he was afflicted with a spinal complaint ; but not wholly kept from school until within the last two months of his life. His conduct at home and at school gave clear proof that he was in Christ, a new creature, and that he was seeking a city wbich bath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.

At home, his delight was in religious conversation, in reading his Bible and other good books, in singing hymns and in prayer. Samuel was in his 13th year when he died. His mother was a poor widow, and had three other children younger than he. She of course had to work very hard to maintain her family, which she did by going out to work daily. She has told me, that often on a night when she had returned home, tired and weary, the heavenly mindeda ness and piety of her dear boy has proved

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a delight and refreshment both to her mind and body; and caused her cares for the things of this life to become light. He used to say on an evening after her return home, “mother, have you any where to go to night?" If the answer was, nom he would say, “ then we shall have a pleasant night again. I'll get the books and read; and then we'll sing a hymn." He would then reach down the books, amongst which the Bible was the chief, and read first one part of the sacred Scriptures and then another; often making reinarks on what he read, applying it to himself, and adding, “how sweet it is ;". after which, his mother would join with him in singing a hymn.

How different is this to the conduet of many children, who instead of being a comfort to their widowed mothers, or geeking to lessen the cares and ease the sorrows of their parents, add to the load by their perverse wills, rebellious spirits, and wicked lives. Oh! if such children only knew how their conduct pierces, as a dagger, the breasts of their parents, methinks, they would indeed repent and turn from their evil ways. Is the reader such a child ?--Consider your ways, and be wise.

At school, the conduct of this dear boy shewed that his mind was wholly engaged with the Scripture truths, which

he heard ; and often have I observed, that whilst other boys in his class have had their eyes looking round about in the school, his were firmly fixed on his . teacher, as if afraid lest he should fail to catch any of the words which fell from his lips. When such attention was shewn in the school, it may be almost needless to add, that his love io the school was great. He felt it good to be there ; and needed nothing to induce him to attend ; on the contrary, often did he go, when his poor weak body could scarcely support itself as he walked along. That he understood what was taught him was evident from the quickness and aptness of his answers; and that he felt its solemn and sacred import was plainly shewn in the concern he felt for his profane and wicked school-fellows. This concern he not only shewed whilst in the school, but carried it with him to his dying day. When laid up, under his last illness, he mentioned to his inother that certain boys in the school were guilty of such anıl such crimes, and expressed the strong desires of his soul for their salva. tion. In particular, he felt for three boys who were brothers, and all guilty of the shocking sin of swearing. He said, “I do feel for them, and wish they may give over swearing, and learn better things. I love all the scholars, and

pray for them all; but these in particular."

In reading. his aim seemed to be to understand what he read. Durirg the autumn of 1825, through the kind aid. of friends he was sent to 1-y, for te benefit of his health. During his stay there, two of the teachers visited the same place. They asked him one day how he spent his time. He replied, that when in the house, he read. “And what do you read ?” “My Bible.” “ Any thing else?” “Yes, Pilgrim's Progress." “And what do you read of in Pilgrim's Progress?" He here begun, and related in his own simple style, the journey ihe pilgrim had from the city of destruction to the land of glory. After which he was asked what he was to learn from it. He said, “It was to teach him what he was to do, and what he had to pass through in his way to heaven.”

Much more migbt be said of this young Christian; but the aim of this little memoir is not so much to speak of the dead, as to instruct the living; and show to the young reader, what it is that makes one boy so much better and happier for the instruction he receives at a Sunday school, whilst another boy is no better, but perhaps worse. The difference lies here; he that gets good, listens to his teacher with due attention, and treasures

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