stole silently to the pond, hid themselves amid the adjacent bushes, and watched. Toward morning, as the stars began to fade away, Androgenes, a poor fisherman, crept softly toward the pond. Out of love for his sick wife he had sold all his goods, his boat and nets, in order to pay an avaricious old woman, who was esteemed very skilful in the use of herbs, for the medicines which she had prepared for her—and he could now scarcely find bread. Impelled by want, he watched at evening, and saw where the young men let down their wicker baskets into the pond, and at early cock-crow robbed them of their contents, and sold the fish in the city, in order to procure for his wife and himself their daily food.

"Ah, I pity the man!" whispered Hylas, in his brother's "He is so very poor, we will spare him.”

ear.

"Yes, Hylas, we will spare him," answered Phocian, in a low voice. "I too am sorry for him; but let us only watch how he manages."

He looked timidly which it was tied,

Androgenes, with a basket upon his back, approached the edge of the pond, where the boat lay. around, unfastened it from the post to stepped into it, and endeavoured to row through the thickly-grown reeds and rushes, out to the spot where the wicker baskets lay beneath the water. He laboured and toiled until the sweat rolled in big drops from his brow. But he was too feeble: he was obliged to pause. After awhile he renewed his efforts, pushing violently with the oar, to force the boat through the reeds, when suddenly the oar slipped, and he fell backward into the water.

On seeing this, the young men hastened to him. Androgenes lay struggling in the pond, and at last with great difficulty, extricated his feet and limbs, from the meshes of reeds and rushes, which entangled them. Covered from head to foot with yellow mud, his face scratched by the sharp rushes, he was on the point of swinging himself into the boat, when he suddenly perceived the fishermen upon the shore. Who can describe his terror? The oar and his hat, which had fallen from his head, and which he now held in his hand, he dropped in affright.

"Fear nothing, my good man!" said the brothers kindly -"fear nothing from us. Be at ease. Cast your hat and the oar that lies near you, among the rushes, into the boat, and draw it to land. Trust to our promises; wade stoutly along."

"Do you in truth and in earnest forgive me, young men?" stammered the terrified Androgenes, after long hesitation. "O, spare me! for alas! bitter poverty and need compel me to resort to this disgraceful means.

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"Fisherman," they replied with one voice, "you have nothing to fear."

He at last suffered himself to be persuaded, and wading onward, drew the boat to the shore.

"Wait here, my friend," said the two brothers. “Since you need them, you shall have fish enough." They now stepped into the boat, and with united strength forced it stoutly onward through the tangled rushes, and raised their baskets from the pond. The poor fisherman's basket was soon filled with fish.

"Here, fisherman, is relief to your wants," they said, smiling, as they reached him the basket, while tears bedewed his pale cheeks, and a blush of shame covered his face; 66 but in future, come to us, and help us at our task, and you shall always receive your due share.”—Mother's Magazine.

MEMOIR OF HILLAH BOOTH.

HILLAH became a scholar in the Sabbath-school, at Wesley Chapel, College Place, Chelsea, about two years since. She was then about six years old. She was remarkably kind to her fellow scholars, but restless and inattentive during school and service times. Latterly, however, her conduct in the school and in chapel became very much improved. She had every appearance of health and long life; but how very deceptive are appearances! Sickness seized her frame, and in a short time her immortal spirit winged its flight into another world. Now an im

portant question naturally suggests itself, in reference to her death; that is, whether it was peaceful or otherwise. With much pleasure I can say, she died in peace. My desire is, that my last days may be like hers.

When she was first afflicted she dreaded the thoughts of death; but she prayed to God, and the Lord heard her prayers, and blessed her with the influences of his Holy Spirit. Hillah became happy in the love of God, then the fear of death was removed, she was resigned to God's gracious will; and assured her weeping friends that she was going to glory. When she died she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus. May I and you, my dear readers, meet her at the right hand of God, where all tears shall be wiped from off all faces, and where the weary are at rest.

Her parents were ungodly, although her mother had formerly been a Sabbath-school teacher; but the death of little Hillah, of whom both of her parents were very fond, together with her patience under affliction, and her pious and peaceful end-has been blessed of God in turning them from a course of folly into paths of peace, and they are now enjoying Christian fellowship with the people of God; and are walking in those ways which, if they persevere, will lead them to that happy place where they will again meet with their absent, but happy child.

"Bright to the sun expands the vernal rose,
And sweet the lily of the valley blows:
Sudden impetuous whirlwinds sweep the sky,
They shed their fragrance, droop their head and die;
Thus this fair child, from life's storms retired,

Put forth fair blossoms, charm'd us, and expired."

GEO. PARRINGTON.

A LIVING SUSPENSION BRIDGE.

"THEY are coming towards the bridge; they will most likely cross by the rocks yonder," observed Raoul.

"How-swim it?" I asked. "It is a torrent there! " "O, no!" answered the Frenchman; "monkeys would

rather go into fire than water. If they cannot leap the stream, they will bridge it."

“Bridge it; and how ? '

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Stop a moment, captain, and you shall see."

The half-human voices now sounded nearer, and we could perceive that the animals were approaching the spot where we lay. Presently they appeared upon the opposite bank, headed by an old, grey chieftain, and officered like so many soldiers. They were, as Raoul stated, of the comadreja, or ring-tailed tribe.

One, an aide-de-camp, or chief pioneer perhaps, ran out upon a projecting rock, and after looking across the stream, as if calculating the distance, scampered back, and appeared to communicate with the leader. This produced a movement in the troop. Commands were issued, and fatigue parties were marched to the front. Meanwhile several comadrejas -engineers, no doubt-ran along the bank, examining the trees on both sides of the stream.

At length they all collected around a tall cottonwood tree that grew over the narrowest part of the stream, and twenty or thirty of them scampered up its trunk. On reaching a high point, the foremost-a strong fellow-ran out upon a limb, and taking several turns of his tail, round it, slipped off and hung head downwards. The next on the limb, also a stout one, climbed down the body of the first, and whipped his tail tightly round the neck and forearm of the latter, dropped off in his turn, and hung head down. The third repeated this manœuvre upon the second, and the fourth upon the third, and so on, until the last one upon the string rested his fore paws upon the ground.

The living chain now commenced swinging backwards and forwards like the pendulum of a clock. The motion was slight at first, but gradually increased, the lowermost monkey striking his hands violently on the earth, as he passed the tangent of the oscillating curve. Several others upon the

limbs above aided the movement.

This continued until the monkey at the end of the chain was thrown among the branches of a tree on the opposite bank. Here, after two or three vibrations, he clutched a

limb and held fast. This movement was executed adroitly, just at the proper point of the oscillation, or swinging, in order to save the intermediate links of the monkey chain from the violence of a too sudden jerk!

The chain was now fast at both ends, forming a complete suspension bridge, over which the whole troop, to the number of four or five hundred monkeys, passed with the rapidity of thought.

It was one of the most comical sights I ever beheld, to witness the quizzical expression of countenances along that living chain.

The troop was now upon the other side, but how were the animals forming the bridge to get themselves over? This was the question which suggested itself. Manifestly, by number one letting go his tail. But then the tree to which the chain was attached on the other side was much lower down, and number one, with half a dozen of his neighbours, would be dashed against the opposite bank, or soused into the

water.

Here, then, was a problem, and we waited with some curiosity for its solution. It was soon solved. A monkey was now seen attaching his tail to the lowest on the bridge, another girded him in a similar manner, and so on, until a dozen more were added to the string. These last were all powerful fellows; and, running up to a high limb, they lifted the bridge into a position almost horizontal.

Then a scream from the last monkey of the new formation warned the tail end that all was ready; and the next moment the whole chain was swung over, and landed safely on the opposite bank. The lowermost links now dropped off like a melting candle, while the higher ones leaped to the branches and came down by the trunk. The whole troop then scampered off into the chapparal and disappeared.Reid's Adventures in South America.