The ship sailed: She’ made good
voyage. They lad taken their cargo

aboard, and had left for home. ‘They ar.

rived neat the doast of their own beloved
land. The light om the Highlands of
Neversink Had’ been seen, anid all on board
were hoping soot to seo their dear friends
again. But, alas!’ how terrible was their
disappointment. A galé arose ; the wind
blew towards the land, Though every
effort was thadd to get the ship out to
sea agaiti; when they found they could
rot enter the harbor, she struck the beach.
The waives dashed futiously over her. She
was soon # wreck, atid nearly all‘on board
were drowned. John Layton was among
the lost.

loss of that dear’ friend; whom’ she loved
more than any one else in the world, she
utterdd: a fiiglitful shriek, atid fainted.
When’ she recovered, slie was' a raving

maniac, Herréason had' fled. You asked

what had becontie of her. Wher she was

liere last, I saw’she was so crazy that it

would not do to’ let her walk about the
streets any midte, for she was worse’ than

I had ever seen her’ before. So I had her’

taker’ to the alitis-house, and’ told the
keeper that he must take good care of her
and be very’ kind’ to' her. Poor woman!
she ston betattie so niuch deranged, that
it was’ tecessar'y' to’ confine her in her cell,
and to bind’ her with chains, to keep her
from taking her life. She did not live
long’ after’ she went’ to the alms-house.
She died, raving’ about’ the cruel ocean
that destroyed hier silor-boy. I visited
ler cell, white she was confined there, to
see if shé was as comfortable as anybody
could make’ her; arid I saw on the walls
of het r6drtt the’ picture of a ship. The
keeper said she had drawn this vessel with

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her own hand, and that! sie used often fo
look at it, atid talk as if she saw’ 4 person
on board of it. Poor Ann! She will
suffer no more in this world. She has
left us, I hope, for # better Jand.” wW.

9, >
“It’s of no use.
BY WILLIAM, A, ALCOTT, M.D.

—_——

ow do you know. it is of no use ?
You are commanded to do it.
Ts it of no use to do what you
are required to do, by those who

have authority over you?
When Ann heard the tidings of the |

I was going into a printing office, in
Boston, the other day, Mr. Editor, when I
met a boy ten or twelve years of age, on

the stairs, with sothe stereotype plates in

his hands. It was rathiét too early in the
niorning to thitk of doing atly business,
and the shops weré not half ‘of ‘them
operied. The little boy had just cottie
out of the room where the printing was
done, and the door was not closed. As TI
passed by him, hie whitied ott, “It’s off
no’ use.”

“ What is it, which is of no use,” I said
to myself; and followed hint with my
eye for a few mottients. He’ went below,
and on approaching a room to which, as
I suppose, he had been told’ to carry the
plates, to his apparent surprise, he found.
the door already open, and’ performed his
errand. I asked no questions; but my
solution of the’ matter was as follows’.
The boy had beert told to carty the’ plates
to a certain room, which he stpposed not
yet opened for the day, while the person
who sent him knew otherwise. “Hente it”
was, that instead of simply doing what he