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my heart. If slept at all, it was only to
dream of il. 1 am a father, sir! have
two little girls, and love them tenderly.
Oh! sir, the thought Of their coming out
in a could winter night, in search Of me, in
such polluted place, makes the blood feel
cold in my veins
Words so unexpected, coming upon Mr..
Freeman when he was comparatively sober,
disturbed him deeply. In spite of his en-
deavors TO remain calm, he trembed all
over. lie made an effort to say something
in reply, but he could not utter word.
My dear sir pursued the stranger, you
have fallen at the hand of the monster, in
temperance, and feel that you are in great
peril You have not, however, fallen hope
lessly. You may yet rise if you will. Let
me, then, in the name Of the sweet babes
who have shown, in so wonderful a manner,
their love to you, conjure you to rise supe-
rior to this deadly foe. Reward those dear
children with the highest blessing their
hearts can desire. Come with me and
sign the pledge Of freedom. Let us, though
strangers to each other, unite in this one
good act Gomez
Half bcwillered, yet with new hopo in
his heart, Freeman arose and suffered the
man, who drew his arm within his, to lead
him away. Before they separated, both
had signed the pledge.
That evening, unexpectedly, and to the
JOY Of his family, Mr.. Freeman was perfect
Iy sober when he came home. After tea,
while Ady and Jane were standing on
| either side Of him, as he sat near their
mother, with an arm around each Of them
lie said in low whisper, as he bent his
head down and drew them closer:
You will never have to come there fol
me again
The children lifted their eyes to his face
but half understanding wE..t lie meant.
4 will never 60 there again. he added
4 will always stay at home with YOU
Ady and Jane now comprehending wha
their father meant, overcome with joy. hi'
their faces in his lap, and wert for very JOY
Low as this had been said, every wort
reached the mothers ear, and while lie
heart stood trembling between hope an,
fear, Mr. Freeman drew paper from hi
pocket and threw it on the table by whic
she was sitting. She opened it hastily.
1t was his pledge, with the wcll-know
signature at the bottom.
With cry Of JOY she sprang to his sid
and his arms encrcled his wife, as well +
his little ones, in fonder embrace tha
they had known for years.
The children's love had saved their fathe
They were, indeed, his Guardian Angel
MISTAKES OF l'RISrEKs.--Some peop
are continually wondering at the "carcles
ness" in editors in allowing so many erro
and blunders to appear in their columns, ar
mar the print. Such people know vel
little of the dfficulties-we had almost sa
impossibilitios-of keeping them out TT
most careful attention to these matters W
Il not prevent errors from creeping in, ev
% when professional proofreaders are engag
o expressly for the purpose. And when it
h borne in mind that in most papers such
4 expense is necessarily dispensed with, a
the proofs on that account, are often h'
l. riedly examined, the fact will no longer {
"a pear strange. In connection with this 81
"a ject, the following anecdote is not inapp
pirate:
ri A Glasgow publishing house attempt
-. TO publish work that should be peri
he specimen Typographical accuracy. Al
having been carefully read by six exp
T. enced proof-readers, it was posted up in
m hall Of the University, and a reward Of f
T pounds offered to any one who should
no tect an error. Each page remained
oo weeks in this place and yet, when the W
&c was issued, several errors were discovd1
one Of which was in the first line Of
est UTSt puyc:
r. When such was the case in city i
celebrated in Great Britain for publish
ho the finest and most correct editions of
classics, what is to be expected! in ne
the paper, which must necessarily be hur
through the press aohite 1t smea0s,
an where the compensation will hardly af
one ssexperiened proof!reader," let alone
.ity The wonted accuracy Of our papes is re
nst astonishipg.-Printer's News Letter.,
r. A CHAPTER or WiT, ANEoDorE,
. HuMoR.--4Fo laugh we'll is the true pb
opby of life, provided always that, "
not laugh-at or agaiass our friends.
s' laugh cannot be true laugh that has
:" the 9 liehtest dash of malice in it. 7
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