QUANTITY OF TOBACCO CONSUMED.

THE annual consumption of tobacco is said to be on an average considerably more than a pound weight to every man, woman, and child, throughout the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland.

ROWLAND HILL AND THE CAPTAIN.

ONCE when I was returning from Ireland, (says Rowland Hill) I found myself much annoyed by the reprobate conduct of the captain and mate, who were sadly given to the scandalous habit of swearing; First the captain swore at the mate, then the mate swore at the captain, then they both swore at the winds; and I called to them, with a! strong voice for fair play.

Stop, stop," said I, "if you please, gentlemen, let us have fair play, it's my turn now."

"At what is it your turn, pray?" said the captain.

"At swearing," I replied.

Well, they waited and waited, until their patience was exhausted, and they wanted me to make haste and take my turn. I told them, however, that I had a right to take my own time, and swear at my own convenience.

captain replied with a laugh,

"Perhaps you don't mean to take your turn."

To this the

"Pardon me, captain," I answered, “but I do, as soon as I can find the good of doing so."

My friends, I did not hear another oath on the voyage.

DOING WHAT I LIKE WITH MY OWN.

CROSSING Hampstead Heath, Erskine saw a ruffianly driver most unmercifully pummelling a miserable bareboned pack-horse, and on remonstrating with him received this answer:-"Why, it's my own: mayn't I use it as I please?" As the fellow spoke, he discharged a fresh shower of blows on the raw back of the poor beast. Erskine much irritated by this brutality, laid two or three sharp blows of his walking stick over the shoulders of the cowardly offender, who, crouching and grumbling, asked him what business he had to touch him with his stick.

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"Why,” replied Erskine, "my stick is my own; mayn't I use it as I please ?"

AMERICAN STATESMEN.

DANIEL WEBSTER was the son of a new Hampshire farmer in very moderate circumstances. Henry Clay, was the son of a poor backwood preacher. Martin Van Buren was too poor in youth to obtain a tolerable education, and it had been said of him in reproach, that he had sold cabbages round the village of Kinderhook. Andrew Jackson was an orphan at an early age, and was left penniless, with nothing but his own efforts to aid him. Governor Nance, of Ohio, had been a plain farmer through life, and entered that state as a pioneer with an axe on his shoulder and very little in his pocket. John Ritner, formerly governor of Pennsylvania, served his time with a farmer as a regular bound apprentice, after which time he for several years drove a waggon from Philadelphia to Pittsburg.

A HAPPY HOME.

"SIX things," says Hamilton, "are requisite to create a happy home. Integrity must be the architect, and kindness the upholsterer; it must be warmed by affection, and lighted up with cheerfulness, and industry must be the ventilator, renewing the atmosphere, and bringing in a fresh salubrity day by day; while over all, as a protecting canopy and glory, nothing will suffice except the blessing of God.

TRUE KNOWLEDGE.

HE nothing knows who knows not this,
That earth can yield no settled bliss,

No lasting portion give;

He all things knows, who knows to place
His hopes on Christ's redeeming grace,
Who died that we might live.

THE LIGHTHOUSE.

DR. HUIE.

THE watchman of the Calais Lighthouse was boasting of the brilliancy of his lantern, which can be seen ten leagues

at sea, when a visitor said to him, "What if one of the lights should chance to go out ?" "Never! impossible!" with a sort of consternation at the bare hypothesis.

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Sir," said he, pointing to the ocean, "yonder, where nothing can be seen, there are ships going by to every part of the world. If to-night one of my burners were out, within six months would come a letter-perhaps from India -perhaps from some place I never heard of-saying, that such a night, at such an hour, the light of Calais burned dim; the watchman neglected his post, and vessels were in danger. Ah, Sir! sometimes on the dark, nights, in the stormy weather, I look out to sea, and I feel as if the eye of the whole world were looking at my light? Go out? burn dim? no, never!" Ministers are Watchmen:-how important that they should keep their lamps always burning!

FRUITFUL CAUSE OF INSANITY.

A distinguished merchant, who for twenty years did a vast amount of business, remarked to Dr. Edwards, “Had it not been for the Sabbath, I have no doubt I should have been a maniac long ago." This was mentioned in a company of merchants, when one remarked, "That is the case exactly with Mr. He was one of our greatest Importers. He used to say that the Sabbath was the best day in the week on which to plan voyages; showing that he allowed his mind no Sabbath. He has been in the Lunatic Asylum for years, and will probably die there." Many men are there, or in the maniac's grave, because they had no Sabbath. They broke a law of nature, and of Nature's God, and found "the way of transgressors to be hard." Such cases are so numerous, that a celebrated British writer remarks, "I never knew a man work seven days in a week who did not kill himself."

Ye shall keep my Sabbaths, and reverence my sanetuary: I am the Lord.-Lev. xix. 30.

Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.- Exodus xx. 8.

Keep the Sabbath day to sanetify it, as the Lord thy God hath commanded thee.-Deut. v. 12.

Six days shall work be done but the seventh day is the Sabbath of rest, an holy convocation; ye shall do no work therein: it is the Sabbath of the Lord in all your dwellings.-Lev. xxiii. 3.

It is lawful to do well on the Sabbath days.Matt. xii. 12.

The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath.-Mark ii. 27.

This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.-Ps. cxviii. 24.

My Sabbaths they greatly polluted: then I said, I would pour out my fury upon them.-Ezek. xx. 13.

TRUE GREATNESS.

Tis written in that sacred page,
Which guides our childhood, youth, and age;
And sheds its lustre on the gloom,

That wraps the silence of the tomb;

"The warrior who has stormed a town,

Has richly purchased his renown;
But he's a greater hero still,

Who conquers his own stubborn will?"

DR. FUIE.

THE CHURCH AND THE TAVERN.

In the year 1793, when Louis XVI. was beheaded, and the French Revolution was in full blast, I was a thorough going radical. With seventeen more of our club, I was marched, under a guard of the king's officers, and lodged in Edinburgh jail. After a summary hearing, I got liberty to banish myself, and accordingly took passage in the good ship Providence, and landed at New York in 1794. I was then in my twenty-second year. When the ship cast off from the wharf, in Scotland, and swung round with the breeze, my father stood upon the shore. He waved a last adieu, and exclaimed, "Remember the Sabbath-day." I arrived at New York on a Saturday, and the next day being the Sabbath, at nine o'clock, a.m. three young men of our company called at my lodgings.

"Where are you going to day?" they inquired. "To church," I replied.

"We have been ten weeks at sea; our health requires exercise. Let us walk out to-day, and go to church next Sabbath," they replied.

Said I, "You can go where you please, but I'll go to church; the last words from my father were 'Remember the Sabbath-day;' and, had I no respect for the fourth commandment, I have not forgotten his last advice."

They went to the fields, I went to church; they spent forty or fifty cents in the tavern-I put a one penny bill in the plate at the morning, afternoon, and night service— total, threepence. They continued going into the country, and in process of time the landlady's daughter, and the landlady's niece would join their company. Then each couple hired a gig, at two dollars a-day, wine, cake, and ice cream on the road, fifty cents each, dined at Jamaica, one dollar each. They got home at eight o'clock, p.m., half tipsy, and, having been caught in a thunder shower, their coats, hats, and mantles were damaged fifty per cent. They rose the next morning at nine o'clock a.m., with sore heads, sore hearts, muddy boots, and an angry conscience, besides twelve dollars (£2 10s.) lighter than when they started. I went to church, at five o'clock, a.m.; head sound, heart light; rose, bones refreshed, conscience quiet, and commenced the labours of the week in peace and plenty. They were all mechanics; some of them could earn twelve dollars a-week. My business, that of a wrought nail maker, was poor, the cut-nail machines had just got into operation, which cut down my wages to a shaving. With close application I could only earn five dollars and fifty cents (£1 3s.) per week. Never mind— at the end of the year, my Sabbath-riding shopmates had fine coats and hats, powdered heads and ruffled shirts: but I had 100 hard dollars (upwards of £20) piled in the corner of my chest. Having lived fast, they died early. Nearly forty winters are past, and forty summers, ended since the last was laid in the Potter's, or some other field; while I, having received from my Maker a good constitu