had not the Greenlander in his kajak kept on the side of the wind, and let the waves roll over him first, by which they lost something of their violence before they reached it. The women lost their courage, and would not work any longer. "Row!" cried Saabye, and took an oar, "or we shall be drowned." "We shall be drowned, do what we may," they said; "nothing is of any use. Saabye rowed with all his might, and encouraged the women, saying, "Let us do what we can, and we shall be saved." After an hour of great peril, in which sometimes their hopes quite sank, they were able, through the goodness of God, to land upon firm ice. Here they rested for a little while, lying down upon the snow, and turning the boat upside down over them. They were very faint, and would have been glad of something to eat; but Saabye had but two biscuits, and he wished to keep them for a time of sorer need.

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A part of the afternoon was already gone, when the weather became more calm. "To-morrow is Sunday, said the missionary; "I must go forward by the land, or else back." "You are joking, Sir," said the steersman."No," replied Saabye, "I am quite serious." "You cannot go forward," said the steersman, "for I do not know the way; and you cannot go backward, for the way is too long for you to reach home by night." "Let us see," said Saabye; "follow me." The steersman and two of the women followed. The others would not stir. As long as daylight lasted, the travellers did very well, though the snow was deep; but when night came on, they could not tell where were the hills, or where were the valleys. They fell into heaps of snow; helped each other up; fell again, and again got up; and became every hour more fatigued and faint. It was now the middle of the night. They were half frozen with cold, and felt as if they could not stir another step. have missed our way," said the Greenlander; "I no longer hear the sea roar.' This was sad news for the poor travellers. Saabye stood

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still and listened. "No," said he, "I cannot hear the sea roar; we have lost our way." They changed their course, and, after two hours' toil, they came to a plain near the "I know where we are now," said Saabye; "we are in Sand Bay, not far from home." "We must clamber up that rock," said the Greenlander; "then we shall have scarcely half a mile." How were they to get up the rock? Now for Saabye's biscuits. The two biscuits were divided among them; they swallowed some snow, and felt a little refreshed. "As you get near the top of the rock, you will find it perpendicular," said the Greenlander; "if your foot slips, you will fall into the sea, and no one can save you." "We will try," answered Saabye. And now they began, with the little strength they had left, to climb up. They crawled along till they came to the perpendicular ascent. The Greenlander, who had, of course, been accustomed from his youth to climb high rocks, got up first. After resting himself a little while at the top, he lay flat on the ground, stretched himself out as far as possible over the side, and helped to pull the others up. Their knees tottered, they staggered, and were almost on the point of falling, but the Greenlander's arm was strong, and he helped them faithfully. "God be praised!" they said one to another, when they found themselves safe at the top. They were so exhausted that they were obliged to sit down and rest themselves ten times during the quarter of a mile which they had still to go.

It was four o'clock on Sunday morning when the missionary reached home. His wife was praying for him. When he opened the door, and showed her that he was safe, she wept for joy, and could only say, "God, then, has restored him to me." The tired missionary rested for a few hours, and performed Divine service at the usual time.

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How would my young readers like Greenland travelling? This was one of Saabye's adventures. He had hundreds like it.—Miss. Rep.

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BLESSINGS OF POVERTY. The following remarks of a very distinguished writer on this subject are worthy of serious consideration:

Poverty is the nurse of manly energy and heaven-climbing thoughts attended by love, and faith, and hope, around whose steps the mountain breezes blow, and from whose countenance all the virtues gather strength. Look around you upon the distinguished men that in every department of life guide and control the times, and inquire what was their origin, and what were their early fortunes. Were they, as a general rule, rocked and dangled in the lap of wealth? No; such men emerge from the homes of decent competence or struggling poverty. Necessity sharpens their faculty, and privation and sacrifice brace their moral nature. They learn the art of renunciation, and enjoy the happiness of having few wants. They know nothing of indifference or satiety. There is not an idle fibre in their frames. They put the vigour of a resolute purpose in every act. The edge of their mind is always kept sharp. In the school of life men like these meet the softly-nurtured darlings of prosperity as the vessels of iron meet the vessels of porcelain.

I CARE not for the joys of earth,
For the gay scenes of noise and mirth;
Such pleasures only tantalize;
Can mirth and laughter always please,
Or give the heart enduring ease,
Whose hopes are fastened on the
skies ?

QUICK IN HER APPLICATION,

"It amazes me, ministers don't write better sermons-I am sick of the dull prosy affairs," said a lady in the presence of a parson. "But it is no easy matter, my good woman, to write good sermons," suggested the minister. "Yes," rejoined the lady, "but you are so long about it; I could write one in half the time, if only had the text." "O, if a text i all you want," said the parson, "]` will furnish that. Take this one from Solomon: "It is better to dwel on a housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house."" "D you mean me, Sir?" inquired th lady quickly. "O, my good woman, was the grave response, you wil never make a good sermonizer you are too soon in your appli cation."

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Were crowns of gold and jewels mine, I should, in mournful sadness, pine

Without my Saviour's smiling face; Were kingdoms placed at my command, The boundless ocean and the land,

I could not rest without His grace.

BUSINESS OF LIFE.

On her death-bed, the amiabl and gifted Jane Taylor, the last tim she took her pen-it was on the day preceding her death-wrote as fol lows:-"Oh, my dear friends, if you knew the thoughts I have now, you would see as I do, that the whol business of life is preparation fo“ death."

Riches and honours, pleasures, all
The splendours of this earthly ball,

Contrasted with my Saviour's love, Are like the motes that float in air, So light and vain. How could I bear

To exchange for them the joys above When mortal hope shall all expire, And earth dissolve in flaming fire,

I shall be safe and happy too; For then my name, like burnished gold, Shall stand on Heaven's fair shining

scroll;

My joys for ever pure and new. D.F.