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"The ungrateful creature! What! after all that we have done for her; giving her the best room that we could spare ; feeding her from our own table; clothing her from our own wardrobe; giving her the handsomest and shrewdest fellow for a husband within twenty miles of us; allowing them to live together till a child is born; and now, because we have thought proper to send him away for a while, where he may earn his keep-now, forsooth, we are to find my lady discontented with her situation!' [Just the way that female slaves are treated, as those know who have read the memoir of Frederick Douglass.]

« • Dear father!'

««• Hush, child! Ay, discontented-that's the word-actually dissatisfied with her condition, with the best of everything to make her happy—comforts and luxuries she could never dream of obtaining if she were free to-morrow-and always contented ; never presuming to be discontented till now.' (Bless her long suffering patience, then!]

“• And what does she complain of, father?'

“«Why, my dear child, the unreasonable thing complains just because we have sent her husband away to the other plantation for a few months; he was idle here, and might have grown dis. contented, too, if we had not picked him off. And then, instead of being happier, and more thankful-more thankful to her heavenly Father, for the gift of a man-child, Martha tells me that she found her crying over it, calling it a little slave, and wished the Lord would take it away from her--the ungrateful thing! when the death of that child would be two hundred dollars out of my pocket-every cent of it ! [True Transatlantic pathos !]

6. After all we have done for her too!' sighed the mother. "..I declare I have no patience with her !' continued the father. ««• Father-dear father!' “ • Be quiet, Moggy? don't teaze me now.'

"s. But, father!' and, as she spoke, the child ran up to her father and drew him to the window, and threw back her sunshiny tresses, and looked up into his eyes with the face of an angel, and pointed to the cage as it still hung at the window, with the door wide open.

“ The father understood her, and colored to the eyes; and then, as if half ashamed of the weakness, bent over and kissed

her forehead-smoothed down her silky hair—and told her she was a child now, and must not talk about such matters till she had grown older.

6. Why not, father?'

“Why not? Why, bless your little heart ! suppose I were silly enough to open my doors and turn her adrift, with her child at her breast, what would become of her? Who would take care of her? who feed her?'

"• Who feeds the ravens, father? Who takes care of all the white mothers, and all the white babes we see?'

" Yes, child-but then-I know what you are thinking of; but then-there's a mighty difference, let me tell you, between a slave mother and a white mother-between a slave child and a white child.'

« « Yes, father.' [Then there can be no doubt that in God's sight, a white child is vastly better than a black one?']

" Don't interrupt me. You drive everything out of my head. What was I going to say? Oh! ah! that in our long winters and cold rains, these poor things who have been brought up in our houses, and who know nothing about the anxieties of life, and have never learned to take care of themselves-and-a'

“ Yes, father ; but couldn't they follow the sun, too? or yo farther south ?' [Quite a child's rejoinder.]

“And why not be happy here?'

«• But, father-dear father! How can they teach their little ones to fly in a cage?' (Rather shrewd for a child who just before thought sponge-cake and a pretty cage all a bird could want.]

“Child, you are getting troublesome!'

“ • And how teach their young to provide for themselves, father?' (Shrewd again.]

• Put the little thing to bed, directly; do you hear?'

• Good night, father! Good night, mother! Do As YOU WOULD BE DONE BY.'

ANECDOTES OF REV. R. HALL. A YOUNG preacher, on a visit at Hall's, spent a whole day in frequent sighing, and ever and anon begging pardon, excusing himself at the same time by asserting that these apparently unpolite suspirations were all occasioned by grief that he had so very hard a heart. : Hall bore with him all the first day, but when the

same lamentation was expressed next morning at breakfast, the great man lost patience. “Why, sir,” said he, “don't be cast down; remember the compensating principle, and be thankful and still.” “Compensating principle !” exclaimed the young man ; "what can compensate for a hard heart?" " Why, a soft head to be sure," answered Hall; and so the matter closed.He had one day (says a writer who knew him) attended a church where a young minister preached on some public occasion. It happened that the preacher met Mr. Hall afterwards at dinner, at the house of a mutual friend. The young man was very anxious to hear Mr. Hall's opinion of his discourse, and very pertinaciously plied the great man with questions respecting it. Hall endured the annoyance some time with great patience. He did not wish to hurt the young man's feelings, but he could not conscientiously laud his sermon. At length, worried beyond endurance, he said, “ Well, sir, there was one fine passage, and I liked it much, sir-much.” The young divine rubbed his hands in high glee, and pressed Mr. Hall to name it. “ Why, sir," replied Hall, “ the passage I allude to, was your passage from the pulpit to the vestry.Hogg's Weekly Instructor.

Enquiries and Correspondence.

The Angel in the Furnace. Sir, -Will you have the goodness to inform me through the medium of your valuable magazine, How it was that Nebuchadnezzar, being a heathen and an idolater, could know anything of the “ form of the Son of God,” as mentioned in Daniel iii. 25.

I am, very respectfully,


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The term “ Son of God" is variously employed in Scripture. Sometimes it is restricted in its meaning to the Messiah, and at others applies to some particular angel, to angels generally, or other superior intelligences, and even to good men. That Nebuchadnezzar used it only in an inferior sense, is evident from verse 28, where he calls the same being, God's angel or messenger ; unless we may understand, that the repeated angel-visits made in

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old testament times were anticipated incarnations of the true Son of God, as there appears to be good reason for believing.

Balaam. Will the Editor of the Youth's Magazine kindly reply to the following question in his next number?

Of what nation was Balaam ? He did not belong to the Israelites, and belonging to the idolatrous nations around, how could he have been a prophet; or how could his blessing or curse have been of any avail ?


Some particulars of Balaam's native country are given in Numbers xxii. 5. and xxiii. 7.

It is not part of our business to enquirehow he could have been a prophet ;” if the fact itself be clear, as we think it is.

Nor are we aware that the blessing or curse of any prophet, Jewish or gentile, is in itself, fraught with good or evil.

Our correspondent seems also to forget that Balak, who hired Balaam, was a heathen, believing witchcraft and divination to be more potent than the favor or displeasure of the Most High, of whom he knew but little.

Example of Sarai. SIR,—Will you favor me by explaining in your next publication, i. Peter iii. 6. “Even as Sarai obeyed Abraham, calling him Lord : whose daughters ye are so long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.

I am, Sir,
Your's &c.


The meaning seems to be this—that the example of Sarai is only to be imitated in those things wherein she did well. Through fear and sudden amazement, she denied having laughed when charged with that act of unbelief and folly by the angel who announced the birth of Isaac. (Gen. xvii. 10–15.) She was, in fact, surprised into sin, as every one must be who is not daily and hourly watchful and prayerful : and is therefore exhibited as a pattern only in those parts of her character which are unblameable.

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(on her Birthday.) I saw, at earliest dawn of day,

A streak of rosy light ;
And watch'd it as it chased away

The dusky shades of night;
And thought that earth could nought display

So beauteous or so bright.

It spread-and soon a thousand rays,

Each lovely as before,
Display'd to my admiring gaze,

A thousand glories more ;
All nature woke to life, and praise

Of her Creator's power.

The sun shot down his fervid beam,

A monarch in his pride ;
Now glancing o'er the sparkling stream,

Or sporting with the tide :
Methought that, surely, nought could seem

So beautiful beside.

But when he gained his western throne,

These glories seemed surpass'd;
Behold, across a crimson zone,

A veil of amber cast;
And I each scene was forced to own

More lovely than the last.
Thus may thy path be ever found,

As days and seasons fly;
As still thy rapid years roll round,

To bear thee to the sky;
And heavenly grace thy path surround,

With blessings from on high.

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