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Reader —if thou hast a Father, peruse
these lines, and obey their precepts : — lf thou
hast not, “ converse with thy past hours,”
and consider how oft thou hast slighted them,
and expect not thy children will render to
thee that filial reverence which thou hast
refused to thine own.
From the N. U. Religious Intelligencer.
Grieve not thy father as lone; as he liveth.
Son of Sirach.
Ah ! grieve not him whose silver hairs
Thin o’er his wasted temples stray;
Grieve not thy sire when time impairs
The glory of his manhood’s sway.
His tottering steps with reverence aid,
Bind his dunk brow with honor’s wreath,
And let his deafened ear be made
The harp where filial love shall breathe.
What though his pausing mind partake
Her frail companion’s dark decay,
Though wearied, blinded Memory break
The casket where her treasures lay.
With ready arm his burdens bear,
Bring heavenly balm his wounds to heal,
And with affection’s pitying care,
The error that thou mark’st, conceal.
Say ! canst thou tell how oft those arms
Have clasped thee to that shielding breust,
When infant fears or fancied harms
Thy weak and wayward soul distrust?
Know’st thou how oft that lip has strove
Thine uninstructed mind to aid ?
How oft a parent’s power of love
Has rose on midnight’s deepest shade?
Grieve not thy father till he die!
Lest when he sleep on Nature’s breast,
The record of its slighest sigh,
Should prove a dagger to thy rest.
T’or if thy holiest debt of love
Forgotten or despised should be,
lie, whom thou cnll’st thy sire above
Will bend a Judge’s frown on thee.
Sunday Schools in South America.— These in
stitutions arc becoming more and more
prevalent in all parts of Christendom. The
salutary influence which they are found to
exert upon the morals and dispositions of
the young, are the best rewards which the
friends and Teachers of Sunday Schools
van hope for or wish to receive : And we
should be gratified to know that the pupils
of such schools in our neighborhood had
committed the following lines to memory.
A Sunday School recently established at
Buenos Ayres, has been supplied with books
by the American Sunday School Union.
“ Go on and prosper.”
The following is a copy of the Ode, written hy
W. B. Tappan, Esq. and sung at the con
clusion of the meeting. The air was taken
from Hayden's Creation.
The angel ranks that gird the throne
Os Majesty, stand not alone ;
To mortals disenthralled ’tis given
To join the choral hymn of heaven.
Hark! even now a richer strain
Comes floating o'er th’ eternal plain,
To infant choirs those harps belong,
And children's voices swell that song.
Gabriel ne’er touch'd a sweter string,
His legions listen as they sing ;
O whence those cherub minstrels, —say,
• lad in Immortal's bright array ?
In scenes where thoughtless worldlings
dwell,
Their lot was east, whose lyres now swell
The thriiling melody above,
Thine be the praise, O God of love !
The Sunday School ! Earth has no name
Worthier to fill tne breath of fame —
The untold blessings it hath shed
Shall be reveal'd when worlds have tied,
O 1 hou of Bethl'em ! once a child,
Jesus compassionate and mild,
Approve thy work—be this the sum
Os all our toil —“ Thy Kingdom come."
THE MOTH WITH THE GOLDEN WINGS
Honest. Bebet was a poor, merrv
hearted denizen of the ancient citv
of Bassora ; and if goodness of heart
were querulous as to its habitation
of flesh. it would have had just
grounds to complain of being lodged
'.n so dilapidated a tenement as the
body of Bebel*. To hear him speak
to see him laugh—was to hear the
voice of the nightugalc from the
throat of an alligator . and his smiles
as they lit up the lines of his shrivel
led, bark-like countenance, were as
the Hashings of inestimable jewels
through the ruins of a leathern cas
ket It had moreover pleased Allah
to place the seal of darkness upon
one of Baber’s eyes; and probably
fearing his temper under such a ca
lamity, he had most wisely deprived
his servant of his teeth; he had,
furthermore, looped up a few incon
siderable lines in one of Bober’s legs;
and that pride on this should not seek
refuge in h , servant’s hands, Allah
had graciously paralyzed one of his
believer’s arms. Was pride expell
ed the body of Bober ?in such a ru
ined hovel of human clay did pride
still find a peg whereon to hang her
looking-glass '! Alas! yes: Buber was
proud. He would say, *' There is
happiness sufficient unto all men,
praised be Allah! Ifall have not a bale
of cloth, there is also none but hath
a thread. It is true, if lam stricken
upon the right cheek, I must turn me
round to look for the hand : and if
he that buffets me can run with the
gazelle, my legs may keep tne from
the crim of slaying : if two hands
arc needful for a thief, glory to Allah
who hath ordained his servant hon
est ; if honey-cakes make war upon
the teeth *1 may indulge with safety.
1 arn half blind, lame, toothles, and
have but five serviceable fingers; but
there is but one God, and he is
great —1 have not an ugly nose.”
Hereupon would Beber send forth a
laugh—and such a laugh! His joy
would issue from his throat, as though
it had to troll over so many pebbles
placed by some evil genius m his la
rynx. His laugh was composed of
several sounds of a distinct, ciinking
sharpness —every note proceeding,as
it were, from the mov ment of the be
fore-named impediments. Pride, in
most cases, arises from the possess
ion, or the fancied possession of some
valuable quality : Beber was ingen
ious—he could only pamper his
spirit upon the absence of ill. “We
arc never wholly destitute,” he
would say ; “where Allah denies the
waters of the fountain, he gives the
sands of the desert.”
Beber was in the employ of an
old Persian in the city, who Lad tor
forty years been prying into the pro
found secrets of nature. Sefy, it was
said, would for nights search for the
heart of a firefly, and would for a
week tliiim over a mineral or a stone.
He was old, ugly, and choleric. 11 is
tiice was the colour of sun-burnt mar
ble ; his greedy, d ep sunk eyes,
overshadowed by their long wiry
brows, were likened, in the language
ot’ his slaves, to two ravenous and
crouching jackals watching from se
pulchres. Misheard was stained a
deep black, which shaken by the
palsy in ins head, gave him the ap
pearance of a merciless and devour
ing goulc. “The neighbours say,”
thin Beber would sometimes solilo
quize, “that my master Sefy, looks
mlo matters deeper than those of in
sects and of stones; that he has
visits from the genii—upon which
occasions his house shoots up and
spreads out like a sunflower, and
branches forth nto kiosks and pavil
lions ; all of which, however, melt
away with (he mist of the morning,
leaving nothing but his old studying
ingplace.” One morning Beber was
so strongly possessed with the belief
of Ins master’s disposition towards
magic, that, instead of pursuing his
task with his fellow-labourers, ot
searching among the surrounding
fields of Bassora for flies and pebbles
he entered a burial-place, and seat
ing himself beneath a cypress-tree,
spent tlic whole of the day in intense
but unprofitable cogitations. At
length evening arrived, and. Beber
then became awakened tu the folly
iof his conduct; and rallying the lit
tle philosophy he possessed, he de
termined to betake him, although
j empty-handed, and tearful of th
[ bastinado, to his master. “Let me,’’
said Beber, "but pass through the
night with an uncracked skin, and
master Sefy may give coffee to anu
wash the feet of Zatania himself, ere
I again set going the machinery ot
my wit to the danger of my 'olcs.'
\\ i’h this resolution Beber arrived at
tb.e' mansions of his master, who cast
an evil eye upon the tardy servant,
whilst anger seem <1 to aid the effect
of palsy “Siavc ! shew me an ex
cause tor this delay : come produce
\our store- Non it so happened
that all Beber’s fellows had been
more than usually fortunate, and had
presented their master with some of
the rarest specimens of the insect
and mineral kind ; therefore the fault
of B. ber, when he informed his mas
ter of his want of success appeared
most iniquitous. ' Slave exclaim
ed Sefy, and the foam « f ’passion
streaked his black beard. “ go to
my museum, anil there await me ’’
—“ There is but one God, and he is
great:” softly murmured the unfor
tunate Bee r: mu 1 . lie stooped with
as much caut-oz to the apr .::Ud
Hae tibieruntartes, pacisque imponere morem, parcerc subjcctis et debellare superbos.— Virgil.
Milledgeville, Tuesday, February 20, 1827.
place, as though he was treading the
hair-breadth bridge of Al Sirat.
When Beber entered the museum
whether his precarious situation more
awakened him to the peculiarity of
the place, is not recorded ; but it is
certain, on this occasion, lie was more
impressed with its appearance than
heretofore. “There is but one God,
and he is great, ’ exclaimed Beber ;
“then why should men thus triumph
over the lesser creatures ?” This!
benevolent question was evidently
excited by the peculiarity of the
apartment, of which every atom was
studded with living insects, impaled
on wire. There were some thousands
of wings beating convulsively ; the
whole room seemed instinct with life;
Beber felt as if he were enclosed by
four breathing walls. “He who for
pastime runs pins through the bowels
of beautiful and harmless Hies, will
feel but little for the flesh of man,”
thought Beber; and Ihe sweat trick
led to his knees, and his very bones
wore cold. “Wretch that lam !”
continued he : “I have been the
guilty partner ofthese crimes: I have
torn these lovely creatures from the
sun, the dews, and the flowers, to
have their soft velvet bodies pierced
with iron I Surely he who wantonly
crushes a fly, would, had he the pow
er, blacken the rainbow, or strike
out the stars ” Beber’s heart was
newly opened by the scene of sufl’er
ing which surrounded him ; and not
knowing how long ho might remain
without being himself impaled in the
middle of the room, as the grand
central ornament of the museum, he
resolved to do all the good that yet
was in his power. The eye of Beber
was suddenly attracted by a large and
beautiful Moth, fixed at the east side
ol*thc museum : it was beating its
wings, and the acuteness of its agony
tarnished at intervals their golden
beauty ; the perspiration, like fine
diamond-dust, started from it in every
part ; its horns were as polished
steel, bearing two little beads like
pearls ; its body, as crystal streaked
with veins of ruby : its legs were as
amber; and upon each wing there
was a bright emerald-coloured spot,
which reflected the eye of the be
holder. Buber had never in his long
practice beheld any insect half so
beautiful and as it was so pre-emi
nently lovely, the slave, true to the
weakness ofhuman nature, thought
that insect, before any other, should
have its liberty—whereupon he care
fully drew the tormenting pin from I
its body. The Moth fell motionless
to the ground and Beber feared his
meicy was come too late ; when be
ing about to stoop towards it, the
Moth suddenly sprang into the air, .
and flew gently and steadily around >
the head of the slave. As the in-1
sect moved, a soft entrancing melody
was created by the undulations of its '
wings, which fixed Beber with up- 1
raised head, open mouth, and out-!
stretched ling rs, the scarcely breath
ing-figure of astonishment. By de-1
grees the insect comes more closely .
to him ; now it just brushes his tur-l
ban ; it strikes with its golden wings
the closed lid of the one-eyed Beber,
springs through the casement, and
vanishes The slave utters a shout
of astonishment—covers bv turns
each eye with his hand—the lately
withered ball is again awakened to
light—Beber is no longer a one-eved
man ! For some moments he chuck
i les with an inward delight ; he then
■ sinks into a state ot' Ireamincss, from
. which the appearance of Sefy, his
i vindictive master, alone arouses him
j The old Persian starts on beholding
• in his museum a man in every res
' pcct like his servant Beber, save in
the possession of two eyes. With
i out waiting tor any explanation from
the supposed intruder, Sefy orders
his servants to fake the slave to a
'distance, there to chastise him tor
his presumption, and then to search
| for tho offending Beber. The men
ials, sharing in the surprise of theii
■master, arc puzzebd with the per
son of their prisoner he io like Beb-
I er—lame, toothless ha> but one good
! arm—but then his two eves' It is
■ not for them to ponder on the ques
tion: they bare their charge into
the fields, ami dutifully chastise
him.
Ami now beheld the unfortunate
Beber, left bleeding and exhausted
at tb.e outskirts of the city. The
bastinado had done its work. “There
■is but one God, and Mahomet >- his
j prophet.’ sighed forth the unhappy
: man, as he gradually revived to a
sense of his miserable condition,
i "Softly, friend Beber! you have un
j accountable gamed an eye: although,
. I am afraid, against such protit you
may put the loss ot your other leg.”
Mere the wounds in his feet again
began so to throb and smart, that the
i poor followed swooned under the
. agony. When he recovered, ho saw
j hovering over him the very Moth
■ with tb.e Golden Wings to whom he
. had that day given liberty. The
Jktjguve every Ale sigs that
it recognized its former deliverer ;
and; having fluttered round Beber
for some time, it gradually sank to
the soles of his feet, where Beber felt
the insect fanning with its little wings
his smartings wounds: a greateful
coolness pervades the lacerated parts
• —ths flesh closes—no scars remain
—and Beber, rising from the earth,
discovers that he is not only cured
of his hurts, but of his lameness.
“There is but one Gcd !” lie shouts,
and throws himself round like a dor
vise. The Moth, although it care
fully avoids the outstretched and ea
ger hand ot Beber, still flies around
him, and seems by its movements as
ii it wished to guide the footsteps of
its preserver. “Moth of Mahomet!
—for you can be no other —I will fol
low you,” exclaimed Beber, and he
marched forward. The Moth flow
to the city of Bassora ; and after
guiding the astonished and delighted
Beber through many turningsand bye
ways, at length brought him into a
most beautiful garden. Here the
Moth began to revel among the
flowers, which seemed sensible of
its caresses, and in a manner returned
them. Now the Moth would alight
upon a rose-bud, which would in
stantly burst into a full-blown flower ;
and then again slightly collapse its
leaves, as though wishing to confine
the insect in its fragrant prison. Af
ter the Moth had thus dallied with
many of the beauties of the place,
it boldly flew into the hand of Bebei
which it quickly left to visit a flower,
and then it as speedily returned. Af
ter the Moth had continued these
movements for some time, Beber
thought lie would pluck a flower :
scarcely does be pull a damask rose
from its stalk, when the leaves curl
together as though scorched by fire
their colour flashes with an added
brilliancy, and that which but a mo
ment bclore was a flower on the tree,
becomes in the hand of Beber, an 1
inestimable ruby. Delight succeeds
astonishment : Beber now’ plucks
flowers of every hue, touched by the
wings of the Moth , and in a few
minutes he has jewels of every colour
and description, from pearls trans
formed from lilies, to amber from
sunflowers. Whilst Beber was think
ing where he should hide away his
laches, he accidentally touched a
spider’s web depending from one of
the trees, and it instantly burst forth
into innumerable colours, and be
came as it were, a rainbow of silk,
which Beber instantly took, and
deposited therein his newly-found
riches.
Day was now fast approaching to
a close ; and B ber, on looking round
for his good genius, the .Moth with
the Golden Wings, found it had fled
lie knew not whether. Hereupon
was Beber puzzled ; for ho knew
not how to depart from a place into
which he had been introduced, he
knew not how. Whilst Beber was
engaged in arranging (he little wit
sudden good fortune had left him, in
order to deliver himself from his
present perplexity, he perceived a
long procession of attendants com
ing down the garden ; and in an in
stant Beber, surrendering his soul
and body into the keeping of Allah
disposed himself into a very ball,
and rolled mid r the friendly boughs
of a neighboring tree. Now al
though Beber had d graded himself
as much as possible from (he upright
bodily dignity of man, he had never
theless, like a wise politician, so dis
posed his eyes as not to be confound
ed by darkness in the general lump.
He beheld a numerous body of at
tendants halt just opposite his hiding
place, where they commenced pre
parations for a splendid feast. They
brought with them vessels of gold and
silver with the most delicate cates ;
they spread the carpets, arranged
tb.e cushions; the grand carver was at
his post, and nothing was wanting
but the master of the feast to com
mence the banquet. In a few min
utes the great man himself appear
ed ; and Beber shuddered as he be
held his savage aspect. Giaffar,
(for that was his name) was indeed a
cruel and r« lentless man : the bones
of many of his cnce-beautiiul Cir
cassian slaves, if' rumour might be
trusted had long whitened beneath
the surge ; and even the bowels of
the eartli unclosed his victims. The
feast began and ended in silence ;
he coffee went its- round, and the
dancing girls had performed their
voluptuous measuae. Giaflar ques- j
tioned the slave respecting some tri
fling formality which had been unob
served m the economy of his chi
boque, when th menial ventured a
rej ly : Giaflar, starting from his
cushion, threw bis atagban at the
oflender—who, however, bv a adroit
movement, escaped th’ blow, and
the weapon we t whizzing onward, ;
and falling at a distance, sheathed |
itself in the unhappy Beber’s kg f
who instantly sent forth a shriek, i
win-fli instantly drew the attendant ■
about tkcsuflvrcr. B.be: u directly '
[Vol. 11. No. 7— Whole No. LIX.
produced before the vengeful Giaf
far, who in two words gives out the
culprit’s fate.
The sound of the syllables, “bow
string,” still tingled in Beber’s cars,
as he threw himself before Giaffar,
imploring his most gracious consid
eration. The appeal was in vain;
and Beber was being Hurried away
from the presence of Giaffar to the
first convenient corner for execu
tion, when in the struggle,—for Be
; ber, albeit supple and obliging, dared
Ito struggle for his neck—the huge
; silken bag of jewels fell from the
' captive, and was speedily exposed
to the rejoicing eyes of Giaffar.—
| “How is this, slave?’ said he, evi
dently pleased, as though his inward
man had been ticketed by a libation
of the pearls dissolved; “how is this
; and wherefore these inestimable
riches?” Beber, feeling that his
1 windpipe was as yet unobstructed
by a cord, thought it behoved him,
if possible, to work its everlasting
liberty; and therefore, rallying the
little valour which had retreated he
scarcely knew where, he determin
ed upon acting the great man, and
endeavouring to put death aside with
a big word. “Glory to the Prophet!”
commenced Beber; “his ways are
wonderful; and no man knoweth but
a narrow and a winding lane, with
foul serpents in the path and thorns
’at the side, may lead to a field of
, melons. Surely, good sir, if’ mer-
I chants trading to Bassora are to
! have their necks fitted with bow
strings, the winds and waters will
soon bring you nothing but grass
seed and sponge. When 1 quitted
my good father, who, Allah rest him,
is now beholding his beard in the
black eyes of immortal houris; when
he gave into my keeping these jew
els wherewith 1 was to trade, and
to make me lift my head with any
merchant in the bazaar, little did 1
think that 1 should have to plead for
the holding of my patrimony, like a
felon against the bastinado. But
there is but one God,” added Be-
I ber, and he placed his hands across
; his breast. “Indeed! is this so?” re
plied Giaffar, who began to think he
had gone too far; whereupon, mo
tioning to his slaves, they respect
fully seated Beber upo < a cushion,
and served him with coffee. After
a short pause, Giaffar recommenced
his interrogatories. “How is it, my
friend, that a man possessing the im
mense wealth contained in these
jewels should make so bad an ap
pearance? By my beard 1 took you
, ter some runaway slave! How is
this, I say?”—“Most wise brother,” (
replied Beber, gaining courage as he
proceeded, “you must know the van
ity of embroidered garments; gravi
ty of dress delights the wise. He
who hath not sense sufficient to pre
fer the sweet sobriety of the cinna
mon-bark to the nauseating odour of
its flowers, deserves not tine fra
grance of the wood, but the effluvia
ot the blossom.”—“Brother,” repli
ed Giaffar—for he had now an art
ful gyune to play—“it is a wise* de
fence of a worthy custom. You will
pardon the choleric reception I gave
you; and so, now for business. You,
it seems, arc a jewel merchant. 1
can tell you, good fortune has direct
ed your footsteps hither. There is
not one, in the whole city of Bassora ]
who can do you so good a turn as !
myself. lam at the present time I
commissioned to buy some valuable ,
gems; these appear of extraordinary {
beauty; although, perhaps, 1 am I
wrong to say as much—for a good I
trader will not praise the foot of a j
camel he is bargaining for. How-1
ever, this night we will give to harm- j
less pleasure, and t- -morrow we will :
talk of trade.” By these fair words ■
did Giaflar wholly gam over to his’
confidence the unsuspecting Beber.
“Bacroc!” said Giaffar—and an ug
ly, foul-visaged slave approach’ <1
him—“bring hither that peculiar
drink with which I treat the fortu
nate few whom I condescend to re
ceive in love and friendship. Th.
slave quickly brings the desired li
quor, which Giaffar presents in a
golden vessel to his easy guest. —
’Honouj to the Prophet! this is
surely not wine. —“Wine l replied
Giaflar m seeming anger; “but you
arc a stranger, and know not that I
have thrice travelled to Mecca’s ho
ly shrine. Vv me in the dwelling
place of the faithful!” Beber, not
wishing again to excite a violence,
the character of which he so well re
membered (for his leg, although it
had been carefully attended by the
slaves, still at intervals pained him
grievously,) drank offthe potion, to
the evident satisfaction of Giaflar.—
Beber, in his agitation, had not dis
covered the Moth with the Golden
mgs, which fluttered around him
' hilst he held the vessel in his hand,
but vanished on the instant he em
ptied it. “ There is but one God! ’ i
-t.immered Beber, as lie took the '
up from his lips, and, trembling i ;
c-’ery
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earth. Giaffar. on this, exclaimed
to Bacroc and his fellows, “Dispose
of the fool!” and, carrying with hirn
Beber’s bag of jewels, he re-entered
the house. The slave?, with whom
we shall for a time leave Beber,
bear him insensible from the gar-’
dens.
Now it so happened that Giaflar
was a great favourite of the Sultan,
who had entrusted him with a vast
sum of money to purchase jewels,
which his highness intended to pre
sent his daughter on her approach
ing marriage. Early in the morn
ing, the chief of the Sultan’s eu
nuchs, with a suitable train, waited
upon Giaffar, to demand of him the
success of his mission. Giaflar re
ceived the messenger with all possi
ble dignity, and ceremoniously pla
ced in his hand, enveloped in a rich
cloth of gold, the silken bag and
jewels of the luckless Beber.
‘ Thrice fortunate am I, the slave of
the Sultan, in having been so quick
ly and so admirably suited with that
desired by my master. You hold,
my good Mesrour,, jewels of the
most astonishing beauty; they shine
even as a lump of the sun.” Upon
hearing this, the eunuch was about
to indulge his eyesight with a peep
at his spleddid charge, when he was
prevented by Giaffar: “Pardon me,
good Mesrour; but Mahomet for
bid that 1 should permit any one to
look upon the jewels before his
Greatness the Sultan himself.” Mes
rour, being a subtle courtier, felt
the full force of such and objection
and saluting Giaflar; quitted him for
presence of the Sultan. Arrived at
the palace, Mesrour found the Sul
tan and his court assembled in full
state. The eunuch, prostrating
himself before the throne, delivered
into the hands of the Sultan the pur
chase of Giaflar. “He is a good and
a faithful servant,” said the Sultan,
as he directed the golden napkin ta
be taken from the jewels. “Know,”
he continued, “it pleaseth us to in
from the faithful, that we intend to
bestow’ one of our daught rs in mar
riage, and therefore have entrusted,
our good servant Giaffar to pur
chase the bridal present.” On this
a murmur of applause ran thorugb
the court, which was, however, spee
dily turned into astonishment, when
on the Sultan’s snatching from his
officer the contents of the golden
cloth, he displayed to the court a
heap of withered buds of flowers,
entangled ma large cobweb! “Mos
rour,” exclaimed the Sultan, “bow
is this? I send you for jewels, and
you dear to bring me shrivelled
flowers in the web of a spider!” All
the court stood aghast, as Mesrour,
prostrating himself before the throne
briefly yet tremblingly uttered,
“Commander of the Faithful, eucli
as I received such have 1 given to
you!” “Ah! Giaflar mocks our ten
ds rness and clemency! By the beard
of my father, he dies! Bring me his
head!” It takes but short tune for
Mesrour to depart from the court,
to seize the person of Giaffar, end to
bring the astonished culprit before
the vengeful front df his master
“How is this, slave?” questioned the
Sultan; “are these your jewels?” and
he showed to the perturbed favor
ite the worthless fragments he had
sent. It was in vain for Giaffar to
protest that he must have dealt
with a magician, that they were, on
the last night, the most beautiful
jew Is: the Sultan orders the execu
tion of Giaflar, and the court crier
proclaims through the principal
‘■tree ts of Bassora, that, in two hours
Giaflar, the late favorite of the Sul
tan, is to be beheaded iij the pre
sence of the court.
Let us now return to Beber, whom
the slaves of Giaffar left in an un
frequented part ofßassora, insensi
ble and almost naked, Twice did
Bacroc think of despatching him,
when his fellows, touched with some
little compassion, dissuaded him
from the deed, by assuring him that
Beber being a stranger in Bassora,
and unacquainted with either the
mansion or the name of Giaffar,
could not, even if he survived the
effects of the soporific potion, be in
any way dangerous. Beber, how
ever, triumphed over the terrors of
the night; and waking in the morn
ing. fonnd him-eif hungry, pcnnyless,
and almost naked. The recollec
tion of the events of the preceding
evening camcover him, and ho was
about to inveigh bitterly against his
destiny, when his good spirits came
to his aid, and he took from a neigh
bouring reservoir a handful cf water,
aying before he drank, ‘ I put the
sweetmeat of resignation into the
stream, and lo! I am nourished:” he
no sooner had swallowed the water,
than he found his mouth f:lled with
an admirable set of teeth! Beber
was overecome with wonders: ho
was lately become intimate with
miracles, therefore he neither shout
ed nor danced, but meekly said
“Thoi-s is tut caa Gad, fc- fc