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so goodly in her grace and in her person, that none on earth might easily be compared with her. Full of great love, and chaste in works and will.

A multitude of babes about her hung,
Playing their sports, that joy'd her to behold,
Whom still she fed whilst they were weak and young,
But thrust them forth still as they waxed old :
And on her head she wore a tire of gold,
Adorn'd with gems and owchesi wondrous fair,
Whose passing price uneath was to be told;

And by her side there sat a gentle pair
Of turtle doves, she sitting in an ivory chair.

The knight and Una entering greeted her, and bid her joy of that her happy family; while she requited them with courteousness, and entertained them in friendly cheerful mood. Then Una besought her to be so good as that she would teach the knight her virtuous rules, now that he had well endured the discipline of the sad house of penance, where he dwelt in pain and darkness.

Charissa was right joyful at the request, and tak! ing the knight by the hand, she instructed him in every good precept of love and righteousness and well-doing, warily to shun wrath and hatred, which drew on men God's wrath and hatred, and had brought many souls to misery; in which, when she had well instructed him, she taught him the ready path to heaven. To guide in this path his weak and wandering steps, she called to her an aged matron, whose sober looks well shewed her wisdom ; her name was Mercy, well known every where to be both gracious and liberal to all. To her Charissa gave the charge of him to lead aright, that in his course through this wide world he should never fall, and that Mercy in the end might save his righteous soul.

The godly matron led him by the hand from her presence through a narrow way, scattered with 1 ornaments of gold.

2 hardly.

And Atahulf told the history of his wars, and how he grew up to be fierce and ambitious, till the memories of his happy childhood died within him, and more and more distant grew the smiles of his mother and the trusting prayers. His voice failed as he spoke, and he covered his head in his mantle. Ganna hastened to him, and took his hand as if to save him from sinking; but he looked up again with cheerful countenance, and said to her kindly, Dear and pure-hearted child, you mean me all good. Be not uneasy; it happened to me better than you can fancy to yourself, even as you have it now before your eyes."

“Before our eyes?” asked the astonished Suintha. “You say it is before our eyes that better things have happened to you? Once the great victorious warrior Atahulf, and now a poor lonely hermit under Iddo's protection!”

“Yes, dear maiden,” he answered, smiling ; "you need only a clear sight to see it with your eyes ; but I will try whether in time I can make it plain to you."

And Atahulf proceeded with his history, and told how he pursued his wars, and how, being offended by the Roman emperor, he joined in a conspiracy against him, becoming one of a band of united warriors who spoke of making him their king; and how he was encouraged in his scheme by the lady to whom he was betrothed in marriage, when, entering one night an assembly of the Christians, in order to bring them to punishment, he became converted to their faith. “In a few nights," he said, “ I became again a blessed child of God, His own happy child."

“How must you have then burst forth,” exclaimed Witolf,“ in tenfold glory, to take vengeance on the unworthy emperor !"

“Such was no longer my business," answered Atahulf. “I was taken with my new companions ; and when we were brought to judgment we gave

With which bare wretched wights he daily clad,
The images of God in earthly clay;

And if that no spare clothes to give he had,
His own coat he would give, and it distribute glad.

The fourth appointed by his office was
Poor prisoners to relieve with gracious aid,
And captives to redeem with price of brass?
From Turks and Saracens, which them had stay'd ;
And though they faulty were, yet well he weigh'd
That God to us forgiveth every hour
Much more than that why they in bands were laid ;

And He that harrow'd hell with heavy stour,”
The faulty souls from thence brought to His heavenly bower.

The fifth had charge sick persons to attend,
And comfort those in point of death which lay;
For them most needeth comfort in the end,
When sin, and hell, and death, do most dismay
The feeble soul departing hence away;
All is but lost that living we bestow,
If not well ended at our dying day,

Oh, man, have mind of that last bitter throe 13
For as the tree does fall, so lies it ever low.

The sixth had charge of them now being dead,
In seemly sort their corses“ to engrave,
And deck with dainty flowers their bridal bed,
That to their heavenly Spouse both sweet and brave
They might appear, when He their souls shall save,
The wondrous workmanship of God's own mould,
Whose face He made all beasts to fear, and gave

All in his hand, even dead we honour should
Ah, gracious Lord, me grant I dead be not defoul'd!

The seventh, now after death and burial done,
Had charge the tender orphans of the dead,
And widows aid, lest they should be undone :
In face of judgment he their right would plead,
Nor aught the power of mighty men did dread
In their defence, nor would for gold or fee
Be won their rightful causes down to tread;

And when they stood in most necessity,
He did supply their want, and gave them ever free.
2 trouble. 3 struggle.

4 dead bodies.

1 money.

5 bury.

1 and often. They said they loved him with all their hearts; but it seemed to them just then as if he was breaking the heart of each of them.

He interrupted their assurances with the promise that he would soon return, and said for the night a friendly farewell.

As he went forth by the paths through wood and field, now dark with the shades of night, he sang softly to himself

Oh, if one could but say

How brilliantly it burns,
Deep, deep, within the heart,

And how the bosom yearns;
Then, with two words of mystic birth,
Far into every spot of earth,
This world would be, like heaven above,
Instinct with reverence, joy, and love !
Oh, man of little faith,

T'hy timid fear restrain!
Believe! for thou hast nought to lose,

And every thing to gain.
Ye mourners, dry each trembling tear!
The time will come when even here
The tongue shall speak, the lip shall sing,
High praise to our Almighty King !

From the German of La Motte Fouqué.


THE CROMER STORM OF 1843. On Tuesday the 17th of last October, the eastern coast of England was visited by a storm such as providentially does not occur except once or twice in the course of many years. The force of this particular storm seems to have been felt most of all at Cromer. The day had been throughout a gloomy and threatening one, and as evening came on, there were mountains of clouds, dyed with every shade of deep colour, hiding up the sunset, or only betraying it here and there in a way that threatened most fearfully for the coming night. It was about midnight when the uproar began,--and uproar, indeed, it was, wild enough to excite alarm and disturbance even among those who were used to sea-side storms, and had then no particular stake at ven. ture. But the poor fishermen's wives and families were in almost frantic agony on the beach, spending the night, many of them there simply because they could not bear to remain in their houses. As for seeing any thing, neither the darkness or the tempest gave them the least chance of it. Eighteen boats had left the shore that morning, and not one of them had returned ; indeed it was evident that they could not return, nor could they live out at sea; so what was to become of them those on land who could govern their thoughts dare hardly to think. All this while those even who had comfortable houses over their heads were either roused from their beds or lay there awake, perfectly overawed by the incessant rain, and noise, and rocking. It was a long, fearful night to every body; and when morning came at last, the first news was, that a boat belonging to Syderstand, a neighbouring village, in attempting to get in during the night, was sunk, and its crew,

five poor fishermen, drowned. Of the Cromer men still nothing was heard, and of course nothing could be seen, even when it grew calmer, for it was plain they must have got somewhere into shelter, or gone down. Information, however, came at last by land that they had all foreseen enough of the tempest to induce them to make towards Yarmouth Roads, and they were able to get into them before its fury was irresistible. There they were now all waiting, through the care of Providence, in safety, and waiting only till the sea was tolerably quiet for their return; and never did good news make those it concerned -- indeed, a whole placemore thankful, especially when soon afterwards, hour after hour, first one boat, and then another or two, actually arrived, and before many hours were past the men were all safe on shore, and happier than can be told, in their homes again with their wives, and children, and parents, all in a transport of joy. For a time all parties seemed, naturally enough, bewildered with joy, and hence, pero haps, it was that though this happened in the middle of the week, it was not the next Sunday, but the Sunday after that, that seventy of these fishermen presented themselves at church, most of them both at morning and evening service, to offer thanks to Almighty God for their late

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