This night of dark captivity; stretch forth Thy hand

of grace,

That my soul's eyes may open, and see Thy glorious face.

Ah! that's a sight that angels have come from heaven to see

That's a sight worth gazing on through all eternity: Brightness of Thy Father's glory—express image of His love,

Yet wearing the very likeness of Thy own betrothed dove.

Though Thou hast closed my mortal eyes, grant I may clearly see

That every bitter in my cup is a love drop sent from Thee,

That every loss is but a sign of Thy unchanging love,

And every cross disguised grace to Thy poor wounded dove.

"Thy will be done!" How easy said, and easy felt as well;

When Jesus comes, with mighty love, and gives a heaven for hell,

When, after sore temptations, we hear His voice again,

Oh, that could make our willing feet tread e'en the martyrs' flame.

The above lines were accompanied by the following note:

BELOVED SIR,-Believing that the Lord the Spirit has, through the instrumentality of the LITTLE GLEANER, opened many blind eyes to see and feel their own deformity, and the beauty, grace, and glory of the Great Redeemer, I thought the enclosed

might not be deemed unacceptable. With sincere breathings that many who read these lines may one day be found in the crown of the Great Redeemer ; and wishing for you the life, power, and unction of the Holy Ghost, in your arduous, but blessed, undertaking, believe me, dear Sir, yours in love and truth, J. WILLIAMS.

A BOY CHARGED WITH ARSON. AT Yarm petty sessions, very recently, J. H aged fifteen years, was committed for trial at York assizes, charged with wilfully and maliciously setting fire to a haystack and wooden building, upon the farm of his master, at East Rounton, near Northallerton, on Wednesday, the 29th March. The evidence showed that the prisoner accompanied his master to the railway station at nine o'clock in the morning. He returned home an hour later with the information that the stack, containing two tons of hay, with a wooden building adjoining, was on fire. He assisted several others in ineffectual attempts to extinguish the flames, and in the afternoon gave Mrs. Atkinson five matches out of his waistcoat pocket, at the same time protesting that he had not been within one hundred yards of the scene of the fire. He was apprehended on the 1st of April, and on the 2nd of April the policesergeant gave him a Bible to read. Having looked at the Bible, he began to cry, and said, "I wish I had spoken the truth at first; but the devil tempted me to tell a lie. I only struck a match on the old shed to light my pipe, and threw it down." The Bench offered to accept bail-one surety in £100, or two sureties in £50 each.-Liverpool Courier.

See, dear children, a sad fruit of that pernicious habit, smoking.

THE HIGHEST FLIGHT EVER MADE BY MAN.

THE most remarkable balloon ascension on record was made in 1804, by Biot and Gay-Lussac, in Paris. By this enterprise they endowed science with a series of new and important facts, questionable before that time, as they carried with them a complete set of suitable apparatus, and, moreover, an unsurpassed knowledge of observation and experiment. They ascended to a height of 13,000 feet, and observed that, at 8,000 to 9,000 feet, the animals they had taken with them, in order to observe the effect of the rarefied air and cold upon them, did not appear to suffer any inconvenience. In the meantime the pulses of the two experimenters were much accelerated; that of Gay-Lussac, otherwise always slow, 62 beats per minute, was 80; and that of Biot, naturally rapid, 79 beats per minute, was 111. At a height of 11,000 feet a pigeon was liberated; it dropped down whirling through the air as if it had been a stone. The air was too thin and too much rarefied to enable it to fly.

Three weeks later Gay-Lussac went up alone, and attained a height of 23,000 feet, four and one-sixth miles, or 2,000 feet higher than the top of Chimborazo mountain. The barometer was only thirteen inches high; the thermometer eighteen degrees Fahrenheit below the freezing point, while at the surface of the ground it was eighty degrees. He left the court-yard of the Conservatoire des Arts et des Metiers in Paris, and after an aerial voyage of six hours, descended near Rouen, one hundred miles distant. The result of this ascension on Gay-Lussac's health was very injurious, partially by the want of air for respiration, combined with sudden cold, but chiefly by the absence of the accustomed pressure. At the extreme height of 23,000 feet, his face

and neck were swollen enormously, his eyes protruded from his head, blood ran from the eyelids, nose, and ears, and also came from his lungs by vomiting; in short, his system received a shock from which he never fully recovered during the rest of his life.-Manufacturer and Builder.

THE WORK DONE INSIDE.

ONE of my friends is a very earnest, shrewd man, who seems to always know how to do the best thing at the right time. One day he was passing by a gin-shop in Manchester when he saw a drunken man lying on the ground. The poor fellow had evidently been turned out of doors when his money was gone. In a moment my friend hastened across the street, and, entering a grocer's shop, addressing the master, said:

"Will you oblige me with the largest sheet of paper you have ?"

"What for, my friend? What's the matter?" "Oh! you shall see in a minute or two.

let it be the very largest sheet you have." The sheet was soon produced.

Please

"Now, will you lend me a piece of chalk?" said my friend.

"Why, whatever are you going to do?" "You shall see, presently."

He then quickly printed, in large letters,

66 SPECIMEN OF THE WORK DONE INSIDE." He then fastened the paper over the drunken man, and retired a short distance. In a few moments several passers-by stopped and read aloud, "Specimen of the work done inside."

In a very short time a crowd assembled, and the publican, hearing the noise and laughter outside,

came out to see what it was all about. He eagerly bent down, and read the inscription on the paper, and then demanded in an angry voice, “Who did that?"

"Which ?" asked my friend, who now joined the crowd. "If you mean what is on the paper, I did that; but if you mean the man, you did that! This morning, when he arose, he was sober-when he walked down this street, on his way to work, he was sober-when he went into your gin-shop he was sober, and now he is what you have made him. Is he not a true specimen of the work done inside?" -Band of Hope Review.

THE TWO MONKEYS.

A FABLE FOR GRUMBLERS AT GOD'S WAYS WITH

MAN.

"OLD JOCKO" and "Little Tim" were two favourite monkeys that went to sea in the good ship Enterprise, Captain Spence. Now, this captain had the name of being a first-rate seaman, a man of fine powers of mind, upright, and a very good man. Old Jocko was an old companion, and Little Tim was a new comer. They had the liberty of the ship, and were a great amusement to the sailors. One evening, Old Jocko found Tim high up on the yard-arm, holding on for very life, pale, hungry, and cold.

"Halloa, Tim; what are you doing up there?" cries Jocko. "You have been there all day, and you look cold and hungry. Why don't you come down ?"

"Why, Jocko, I believe I sha'n't come down any more."

"Indeed; what's the matter now? Why won't you come down ?"

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Because I have lost all confidence in Captain