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pied him so completely. that he no
longer felt ennui, and we are assured
that his snuff-box was discarded.
HORRORS OF WAR.

Inc LONDON Literary ddZStles NhteH VIC
editor asserts is founded on facts which
actually occurred, and that the orphan
referred to is still alive. What Chris |
tan can read it, and not pour forth the
desires of his Utmost soul TO God that he |
would restrain the madness ST the MAJ
tons, and cause them to learn war no
more ?" What Christian can read it.
and not do all ia bis power TO dissent
nate the blessings Of that pure gospel,
which breathes peace on earth, and
good will to men? CHRIS. Mar.
"BiH Neville was our messmate and
he used to tell us as little Of his history.
And SO, sir, he was brought up in a
country village, and loved his wife when
only little girl; and he went TO sea
thinking to make a fortune for her
sake. Well, he got to be master Of
merchantmen and then they were mar
ried Who can describe the pleasure
of that rnopant IN ho-- L1,--i :,
spIiced al The altar, and he hailed her
as his own 'O!' said Mary shoIld
you never return what shall do?
where shall ! pass where end my
wretched days p His heart was 100 full
to speak; one hand clasped in hers, the
other pointed TO the broad expanse,
where the MONDAY sun was shining in
meridian splendor. 1t had a double
meaning-Mary felt il There is a
God, trust to hint or, if not on earth,
we meet in heaven' Well sir, eighteen
months rolled away, during which, in
due time, Mary brought into the world
dear pledge Of Affection lovely
boy. But oh! the agony of mother,
as every day dragged on without intelli-
gence from William! when she looked
at the sweet babe--was it indeed father
less and she widow! You'll excuse
my stopping sir, but indeed can't help
tive shed tears over it many time"
"Well, sir, eighteen months was
turled, when one morning Mary arose
TO pour out her heart before her Maker,
and weep over her sleeping child.
The sun had just risen above the hills,
when noise in the little garden which
fronted The cottage alarmed her. She
opened the easement and put aside the
woodbine-beheld, delightful; but ag-
onizing sight-her dear, her long
mourned William, handcuffed between !
two soldiers, while others with their
side arms drawn, seemed fearful Of Ioos- |
ing their prey! His face was pale, and
his emaciated body worn down with IA
tigue and sickness, his spirit seemed |
ready TO quit its frail mansion, and was
only kept TO earth by union with his
wife. Mary forgot all and clasped him
in her arms but the rafting OF the irons |
pierced her soul. do not mean to
condemn the policy, sir; but 'tis cruel
practice that of pressing. All! re-
member it-though | always served my
king, God bless him Yet Eve witness
ed many an aching heart, and heard
many groan of agony. But TO proceed
William was pressed; Mary fastened
into the cottage, and wrapping the
sleeping babe in its blanket, she prepar-
ed to accompany him. Cannot you
picture to yourself the first glance
which the wretched parent cast upon
the child? o, it was sad, sweet part
ing that rung the soul shall pass BY
their meeting, their dear delight; their
bitter anguish. Ifyou can feel, it is al
already engraVen on your heart. Suf,
nee it to say, William had been ship
wrecked on the African coast, and
though he had lost the whole Of his
property, heaven had spared his life,
and his the only one. Sickness came
on him, and, but for the humanity of
poor untutored negro, be might have
breathed his last She was black-she
was a negro; but God searches the /
heart. He had procured with much
difficulty a passage home. The shin
arrived; he set out and walked many
weary mile, led on by love, and cheered
by hope, till the roof of his cottage ap-
peared 10 view. Here he sunk upon
ms knees, and poured forth his heart
in trembling anxiety, and fervent petit
ton. A sailor can pray, sir, and it mat
ters not, SO il be right, whether it is in a
matted pew, church, or swinging like
9 Cat at the masthead He arose and
with hAstier eteP1 reached tho .yieIsa4 |
when-Oui dare not repeat the story
pye told YOU already that he was pres
sed. Well, he was drafted on board off
rs, and his dear Mary permitted TO be
with him. The evening before the ac-
ton she was sitting on the carriage of
the bow gun, with her baby Graded 10
her arms, and William by her side
they were viewing with admiration and
delight the beauteous scenery, display
ed by the sinking clouds 10 thousand
fantastic shapes, tinged with liquid gold
streaming from the setting sun-and
caressing their little innocent, while |
all the parent kindled in their heart.
But bark! hoarse voice is heard from
the mast head; all is hushed. 'HalIo .
soid the Captai.l. A sail on the larboard