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THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

 

ly took up the coin, ran to the wharf,
dropped the money into the hand of the
ferryman, and was taken across with
other passengers.

Here is a striking instance of the af-
fection of this race of animals: —A
young man in France took a dog into a
boat, rowed out into the middle of the
Seine, and threw the animal over, with
the intention of drowning him. The
poor dog tried hard, for a long time, to
climb up the side of the boat, but his
master as often pushed him back. By
and by, when the man was reaching over
the side of the boat, for the purpose of
preventing the dog from coming aboard,
he lost his balance, and fell into the
river. As soon as the faithful dog saw
the danger of his master, he left the
boat, hastened to the drowning man,
and held his head above water, until
help came from the shore. How base
and unfeeling is the conduct of those
who treat such animals with cruelty !

 

Dicky Morton.

icky Morron was a fine little

fellow. He was about nine years

of age when | knew him. His

father was a pious, intelligent
gentleman. His mother was a very neat,
kind-hearted lady, and was devoted to
her children. She was very attentive
to their persons, always keeping them
tastefully attired ; and she was by no
means’ neglectful of their moral and
intellectual culture. Richard, usually
called “ Dicky” by the family and friends,
was the oldest son in the family. There
were tavo daughters, one older and one

younger than Dicky, and another little
son, the youngest member of the family.
The father was superintendent of the
Sabbath school of the church to which
he belonged, and his children always
accompanied him to school on Sabbath
morning, and after school was over, went
up into the church to attend public ser-
vice. Little Dicky always sat by his
father, and was always very attentive to
the sermon. He did not go to sleep
during public service, nor did he look
about carelessly or impertinently ; but
kept his eyes fixed on the preacher,
and tried to understand and remember
what the preacher said. On his return
from church, his father and mother
frequently questioned him as to the
sermon; asked him where the text was,
what it was, and what the preacher said ?
He always answered very correctly.
His father loved
him very much, and his mother almost
idolized him. But little Dicky was a
feeble, delicate child. He was very
slender and frail. His parents took a
great deal of care of him. He had
learned several hymns, and always said
his prayers before he went to bed at
night. After he had repeated the
prayers which his father and mother
had taught him, he always remained
upon his knees for some time, as though
he were engaged in secret prayer. But
no one knew, as yet, what he was pray-
ing for, or why he remained on his knees
after his prayers were repeated. One
Sabbath, after dinner, his father gave
him a bundle of religious tracts, and told
him to go out into a certain part of the
city—for they lived in a city—and dis-
tribute them, and return in the course of
two hours. Little Dicky took the tracts,

He was a good boy.