a millionaire sobbed - he could not help it. The firm is still one of the first in London.

The £30,000 of the turnpike boy is now grown into £200,000. Fortune has well disposed of her gifts.

I know why I love you,

You look like my mamma!

And closer yet she clasped my side,
As though the world held nought beside;
And tears brimmed up within her eyes;
Her voice grew tremulous with sighs,
While words leaped out without prepare,
Yet still the burden of them are-

I know why I love you,

You look like my mamma!

I pressed my hand upon her head,
And mutely asked a blessing shed;
What is your story, darling? tell!
Yet still these words her lips o'erfell;
As though the heart outpoured itself,
And these were all her childish wealth-
I know why I love you,

You look like my mamma!

I strove to wile her from her tears,
For she was all too young in years

To know a grief. "What is your name?
And who's mamma, my little dame?"

"Lady, my name is Ella Gray,

Mamma and pa are gone away;
Mamma to heaven, and my papa
Hath gone a soldier to the war!
There's only Willie, now, and 1,

And sometimes, lady, when I cry,
Grandmother says that, by and by,
If I am good, and don't complain,
That I shall see mamma again,
And by her side forever stay,
And she will never go away.

Do tell me, lady, is it so?
When will they

will they let me go ?" “But, Ella, think! there's only you, And what will little Willie do?"

A puzzled look o'erspread her face,
Yet in a moment left no trace;
"Willie! dear lady, in the sky,
There will be room for him and I ;
And my mamma will be so glad,
To see him such a soncy lad;
Her arms are plenty wide enough,
I'm sure, to wrap around us both!
Then tell me, dearest lady, do!
When will they, will they let us go?"
Before the summer passed away,
I heard again from Ella Gray;
A servant with a message came,
The little Ella breathed my name!
I flew to soothe the dying child,
But she it was my griet beguiled,
For, opening wide her clear blue eyes,
And glancing upward to the skies,
Without a shade of pain or fear,
She whispered softly in my ear-
"I'm going home - I'm going home!
Mamma - Mamma- I come

- I come!"

"I come - I come!" the parting breath
Sobbed through the lips, then still in death.
I held the casket in my arms,

But, conqueror over death's alarms,
The spirit, freed from stain or blight,
Sprang upward to the realms of light;
And whispering soft, "I come-I come!"
In purer air had found its home.

How the Greeks talked,

We have here some of the expressions which the Greeks used to make use of more than two thousand years ago, when they wished to intimate that a person was doing an absurd, foolish, or improper Some of them remain in use to the present day.

act.

He ploughs the air;

He washes the Ethiopian ;
He measures a twig;

He opens the door with an axe;
He demands tribute of the dead;
He holds the serpent by the tail;
He takes the bull by the horns;
He is making clothes for fishes;
He is teaching an old woman to dance;
He is teaching a pig to play on a flute;
He catches the wind with a net;
He changes a fly into an elephant;
He takes the spring from the year;
He is making ropes of sand;
He sprinkles incense on a dunghill;
He is ploughing a rock;

He is sowing on the sand;

He takes oil to extinguish the fire;

He chastises the dead;

He seeks water in the sea;

He puts a rope to the eye of a needle;

He is washing the crow;

He draws water with a sieve;

He gives straw to his dog, and bones to his ass;

He strikes with a straw;

He cleaves the clouds;

He takes a spear to kill a fly;

He brings his machines after the war is over;
He washes his sheep with scalding water;
He speaks of things more ancient than chaos;

He roasts snow in a furnace;

He holds a looking-glass to a mole;

He is teaching iron to swim;

He is building a bridge over the sea.

Colonel Thorndike.

COLONEL THORNDIKE, of Boston, some twenty-five years ago was one of the wealthiest merchants of the city. We heard an anecdote of him a short time since, related by a gentleman who was familiar with the circumstances at the time.

A poor widow woman picked up a roll of bank bills on the sidewalk, and without hesitation went immediately to the crier and had notice given. The money was identified by Col. Thorndike. He had lost from his vest pocket that day a roll of bills amounting to a thousand dollars.

After re

The poor woman was sent for, and came to his room. ceiving from her the full amount lost, he took a five dollar bill and presented it to her. She appeared grateful for the money now her own, and withdrew. Just as she had got into the street, his coachman, who was a witness to the transaction, and had heard the poor woman's story of her situation in the world, spoke and said: " It seems to me, sir, you ought to have done something more for a poor widow, with a large family to support by her own hands."

These few words of his servant, in whom he had confidence, touched the heart of the rich man. "Call her back instantly," said he. She returned. Madam," said he, "at the suggestion of my servant, I will do more for you. Mr. Towne will accompany you home, and if the story you have told us prove true, as I believe it will, he has authority to help you, and I will be responsible for the expense of educating your children.”

The grateful widow was overwhelmed with emotion. She was attended to her home by the benevolent coachman. Every word she had spoken proved true. "For years," says our informant, "I often heard that man speak of this family, and of the good which his master's bounty here did, so generously bestowed."

I was thinking the other day how many of my young friends probably attended school this winter. Most of you no doubt enjoy the opportunities, so liberally offered in our land, for storing your minds early with knowledge, and acquiring the means of going through life with pleasure to yourselves and profit to those around you. But do you value those privileges as you ought to? Do you