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gifted neighbour read from this sacred Book the words of truth.
We would treasure such a relic as this chained Bible as an object which by contrast ought to create thankfulness for the times in which we live, when the Bible is within the reach of every cottager, and books of instruction and amusement aro every day becoming more and more aocessible to the multitude.
THE CONTENTS OF THE HOLY BIBLE. A Nation must be truly blessed if it were governed by no other laws than those of
this blessed Book.
CHAINED BIBLE, HOUR-GLASS STAND, AND
HOMILY BOOKS, IN UPTON MAYNER CHURCH, NEAR SHREWSBURY. UNTIL very recently this part of England has been comparatively but little changed by the introduction of railways and large manufactures, the people in consequence retain much of that primitive manner and feeling which we associate with times less bustling than the present. Many old English customs are here retained, and objects of curious antiquity have been left in various places untouched, except by the slow, yet sure hand of time.
The church of Upton Mayner is close to the railway station of that narne, on the line lately made from Stafford to Shrew'ssury, and having lately a short time to wait at this place, we took the opportunity of visiting the pleasant village—the school and caurch close by—and in the latter had the great pleasure of finding the interesting relics shown in the engraving. During many and long antiquarian rambles in London and elsewhere, we have occasionally met with the hour-glass stands, and, in a few instances, the hour-glass still remaining on the pulpits. In the church of St. Alban's, Wood-street, City, the hour-glass, and stand of brass-work of the reign of Queen Elizabeth, is still preserved ; a few of the chained Bibles are also to be met with, (at Oxford, Windsor, and elsewhere), but in no other instance ihan the present have we found the fittings of the pulpit of the olden time left in one place in their original position.
It is curious at the present day to look back to the “good old times," as they are called, of which these curious matters are indications. Even in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, clocks and watches were so scarce that the former were not even generally used in the churches, while the latter were so rare and expensive, that they only came into the hands of royalty, and persons of rank and great wealth.
In the reign of Queen Victoria aimost every working man by industry and sobriety may become possessed of a clock for the use of his family, and a watch for himself.
Our space will not allow us at present to enquire into the antiquity of sun-dials, hour-glasses, and other means of measuring time in former days. The hour-glass, as it is called, was for several centuries in general use, not only in the church, but the household; the hour-glass is now, however, superseded by modern improvements to almost as great an extent as is the old-fashioned stcel and flint tinder-box by the lucifer match.
The chained Bible is also an indication of great and beneficial change. Bibles and books of knowledge, before the introduction of printing, were in money value worth as much as a small estate ; and even for long after the time of Caxton they did not become so cheap as to be generally distributed. In certain favoured spots, such as old St. Pauls, &c., the Bible, after the Reformation, was left as shown in the engraving for general use. 1:1 country churches, like the Upton Mayner-street, the liberality and benevolence of the patron of the place, and owner of the surrounding fand, would occasionally place this valued means of instruction for the use of his parishioners; and many must have been the striking pictures in these days, formed by groups composed of old and young who had assembled to hear sone
It is so complete a System, that nothing can be added to it or taken from
it. It contains every thing needful to be known and done. It affords a copy for a king (Deut. xvii. 18,) and a rule for a subject. It gives instruction and counsel to a senate, authority and direction for a
magistrate. It cautions a witness, and requires an impartial verdict of a jury. It furnishes the judge with his sentence. It sets the husband as lord of the household, the wife as mistress of the
table. It tells him how to rule, and her how to manage. It entails honour to parents, and enjoins obedience to children. It prescribes limits to the sway of the sovereign, the rule of the ruler. It checks the authority of the master, commands the subjects to honour,
and the servants to obey. It promises the blessing and protection of its Author to all who walk by
its rules. It gives directions for weddings, and for burials. It promises food and raiment, and limits the use of both. It points out to the departing husband and father a faithful and everlasting
Guardian. It tells him with whom to leave bis fatherless children, and in whom his
widow is to trust. Jer. xlix. 11. It promises a Father to the former, and a Husband to the latter. It teaches a man how to set his house in order, and how to make his will. It appoints a dowry for the wife, entails the right of the first born, and
shows how the younger branches
shall be left. It defends the rights of all, and reveals
vengeance to every defrauder, over
reacher, or oppressor. It is the first Book, the best Book. and
the oldest Book all the world. It contains the choicest matters, and the
best instruction. It affords the greatest pleasure and
satisfaction that ever was revealed. It contains the best of laws, and the
profoundest mysteries that ever were
penned. It brings the best tidings, and affords
the greatest comfort to the enquir
ing and disconsolate. Jt exhibits life and immortality from
eternity, and shows the way to
glory. It is a brief recital of all that is past,
and a certain prediction of all that
is to come. It settles all matters in debate. It resolves all doubts, and cases the
mind and conscience of all scruples. It reveals the only living and TRUE
GOD, and shows the way to him.
cribes the vanity of them and ut
all that trust in them. It is a Book of Laws to show the right
and wrong: It is a Book of Wisdom, that cendemos
all folly and makes the foolisi
wise. It is a Book of Truth, that detects all
describes the celestial, terrestial, and
demned to death, and actually exe. infernal worlds. It explains the origin of the Angelic
cuted for his crime, which, in a myriads of human tribes and devil.
manner so extraordinary, was thus ish legions.
'brought to light.” It will instruct the most accomplished
• Be sure your sin will find you mechanic, and the profoundest artist,
out.' It will teach the best rhetorician, and
exercise every power of the most
skilful arithmetician. Rev. xiii. 18. It will puzzle the wisest anatomist, and exercise the nicest critic.
THE BOY THE FATHER OF It corrects the vain philosopher, and
THE MAN. confutes the wisest astronomer. It exposes the subtle sophist, and drives
SOLOMON said, many centuries diviners mad.
: “Even a child is known by It is a complete code of laws, a perfekt
his doings, whether his work be body of Divinity, an unequalled
pure, and whether it be right.” narrative.
Some people seem think that It is a Book of Lives.
children have no character at all : It is a Book of Travels. It is a Book of Voyages.
on the contrary, an observing eye It is the best Covenant that ever was
sees in these young creatures the agreed on, the best deed that ever
signs what they are likely to be for was sealed. It is the best Evidence that ever was
When I see a boy in haste to produced, the best Will that ever was made.
spend every penny as soon as he It is the best Testament that erer was
gets it, I think it is a sign that he signed.
will be a spendthrift. It is wisdom to understand it, to be
When I see a boy hoarding up ignorant of it is to be awfully
his pennies, and unwilling to part destitute !!!
with them for any good purpose. I It is the king's best copy, and the magis. trate's best rule.
think it a sign he will be a miser. It is the housewife's best guide, and the
When I see boys and girls often servant's best directory.
quarrelling, I think it a sign that It is the young man's best compariion.
they will be violent and hateful It is the school boy's spelling book.
men and women, It is the learned man's masterpiece. It contains a choice grammar for a
When I see a little boy willing novice, and a profound mystery for ·
to taste strong drink, I think it a a sage.
sign that he will be a drunkard. It is the ignorant man's dictionary, and
When I see a boy who never at. the wise man's directory. It affords knowledge of witty inventions
tends to the services of religion, I for the humourous, and dark sayings
think it a sign that he will be a for the grave, and is its own inter
profane and profligate man, MURDER DETECTED BY A FROLIC, preter.
When I see a child obedient to It encourages the wise, the warrior, the swift, and the overcomer.
his parents, I think it a sign of great future blessing from his It promises an eternal reward to the excellent, the conqueror, the winner, and the prevalent.
Heavenly Parent. And that which crowns all is, that the Author is without partiality, and
And though great changes sometimes take place in the characwithout hypocrisy, “In whom is no variableness, "neither shadow-of ter, yet as a general rule, these signs do not fai.. turning."
A LITTLE BOY AND HIS TRACT.
A LITTLE boy, belonging to a Sabbath-school in London, MURDER DETECTED BY A FROLIC.
having occasion every Sunday to go through a certain court, THE Rev. H. G. Keene, in his Persian Stories, gives the follow
observed a shop always open for the sale of goods. Having been ing narrative on the authority of a credible eye-witness
taught the duty of sanctifying the Lord's day, he was grieved at
its profanation, and for some time seriously considered whether “A vessel, with many passengers on board, set sail from Bassorah
it was possible for him to do anything to prevent it. At length to Bagdad. In the course of the voyage the sailors, as a frolic, he determined on leaving a tract, “On the Lord's Day," as he put a man in irons whilst he lay asleep, and diverted themselves passed by. On the next Sabbath, coming the same way, he at his expense till they approached the capital. They then observed that the shop was shut up. He stopped, and pondered thought that they had carried the joke on far enough; but on pro- whether this could be the effect of the tract he had left. He ceeding to loose the irons the key could not be found. After a ventured to knock gently at the door; when a woman within, long and fruitless search, they sent for a blacksmith to undo the
thinking it was a customer, answered aloud, “You cannot havo fetters. When the blacksmith came, he, doubting the prisoner's anything; we don't sell on the Sunday.” The little boy still innocence, refused to act without an order from the magistrate. begged for admittance, encouraged by what he had heard, when The magistrate having been applied to, sent one of his officials to
the woman, recollecting the voice, opened the door, and said, examine into the cose, who said it was much too serious a matter “Come in, my dear little fellow: it was you who left the tract for him to determine-that his worship must decide. They there. here last Sabbath against Sabbath-breaking, and it frightened upon all set off in a body to the magistrate's house, accompanied me so, that I durst not keep my shop open any longer; and I am by the man in irons. So strange a procession attracted great determined never to keep it open again on a Sabbath while I notice, and a crowd soon assembled, every one curious to catch live." a sight of the prisoner, and to know what was his offence. Suddenly one of the spectators sprung forward, seized the captive by the throat, and exclaimed, 'Here is the villain I have been look- WE ought to cherish and to exercise benevolence ; and there ing for these two years, ever since he robbed and murdered my is a pleasure in the consciousness of doing what we ought, but poor brother!' Nor would he quit his hold till they came before beside this moral sentiment, and beside the peculiar pleasure the magistrate. Subsequently, the murder having been clearly appended to benevolence as moral, there is a sensation in the proved, the man who had been fettered in sport, at length in sad merely physical affection of benevolence, and that sensation of earnest became a real prisoner of justice, was found guilty, con- itself is in the highest degree pleasurable.-DR. CHALMERS.
I can command the lightning, and am dust! A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god!
Whence came I here, and how? so marvellous ! Constructed and conceived ? unknown this clod
Lives surely through some higher energy:
For from itself alone it could not be. Creator! Yes-thy wisdom and thy word
Created me! Thou source of life and good! Thou Spirit of my spirit and my Lord;
Thy light, thy love, in their bright plenitude Fill’d me with an immortal soul, to spring
O’er the abyss of death, and bade it wear The garments of eternal day, and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, Even to its source-to Thee--its author there. O thought ineffable! O visions blest !
Though worthless are conceptions all of TheeYet shall thy shadow'd image fill our breast,
And waft its homage to thy Deity.
And when the tongue is eloquent no more,
“We cannot understand all the ways of God, my child; but the Bible tells us he is wise and good. Look out into your little garden, and see how happy the rosebuds are to catch the soft rain in their bosoms, and how the violets lift their sweet faces to meet it; and as the drop falls into the quiet stream, how it dimples with gladness and gratitude. The cattle will drink at the stream, and be refreshed. Should it be dried up they would be troubled; and were the green grass to grow brown and die, they would be troubled still more, and some of them might perish for want of food."
Then the good mother told her daughter of the sandy deserts in the East, and of the camel, that patiently bears thirst for many days; and how the fainting traveller watched for the raincloud, and blessed God when he found water; and she showed her the picture of the camel and of the caravan, and told her how they were sometimes buried under the sands of the desert. And she told her the story of the mother who wandered in the wilderness with her son, and when the water was spent in the bottle, she laid him under the shade to die, and went and prayed in her anguish to God. Then how an angel brought her water from heaven, and her son lived. She told her another story from the Bible, how there fell no rain in Israel for moro than three years, and the grass dried up, and the brooks wasted away; and how the cattle died, and how the great prophet prayed earnestly to God, and the skies sent their blessed rain, and the earth gave forth her fruit. Many other things the good mother said to her child to teach and entertain her. Then they sang together a sweet hymn or two, and the little girl was surprised to find the afternoon so swiftly spent, for the time passed pleasantly. So she thanked her kind mother for the stories she had told her, and the pictures she had shown her; and she smiled, and said, “What God pleases is best." The mother kissed her child, and said, “Carry this sweet spirit with you, my daughter, as long as you live ; and you will have gathered more wisdom from the storm than from the sunshine."
WHERE SHALL I GO AT LAST ?
GOD. [The following sublime Ode to the Supreme Being is
translated from the Russian. It was written by one of their distinguished poets, Derzhazin. This ode is said to have been translated into the Chinese and Tartar languages, written on silk, and suspended in the imperial palace at Pekin. The Emperor of Japan had it translated into Japanese, embroidered in gold, and hung up in the Temple of Jeddo. It is gratifying to learn that these nations have done themselves the honour to bestow those honours on this noble
composition.) O, thou Eternal One! whose presence bright
All space doth occupymall motion guide; Unchanged through Time's all-everlasting Hight,
Thou only God: there is no God beside. Being above all beings! Mighty One! Whom none can comprehend, and none explore; Embracing all-supporting
--ruling o'erBeing whom we call God-and know no more! In its sublime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean deep-may count The sands, or the sun's rays—but God ! for Thee
There is no weight or measure; none can mount Up to thy mysteries; reason's brightest spark,
Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try To trace thy counsels, infinite and dark;
And thought is lost ere thought can soár so high,
Even like past moments in eternity. Thou, from primeval nothingness did call,
First chaos, then existence-Lord, on Thee Eternity had its foundation; all
Spring forth from Thee; all light, joy, harmony, Sole Origin-all life, all beauty, thine;
Thy word created all, and doth create;
Life-giving, life-sustaining, potentate!
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath! Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,
And beautifully mingled life and death!
Of Heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise. A million torches, lighted by thy hand,
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss; They own thy power, accomplish thy command,
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss. What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light?
A glorious company of golden streams? Lamps of celestial ether burning bright?
Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams? But Thou to these art as the moon to night. Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,
All this magnificence in Thee is lost:What are ten chousand worlds compared to Thee?
What am I then? Heaven's unnumbered host, Though multiplied by myriads and array'd
In all the glory of sublimest thought, Is but an atom in the balance weigh'd
Against thy greatness—is a cypher brought Against infinity! What am I then ?-nought. Nought—but the effluence of thy light divine,
Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too! Yes, in my spirit doth Thy Spirit shine,
As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.
Eager towards thy presence: for in Thee
Even to the throne of thy divinity;
Direct my nnderstanding then to Thee;
Though but an atom ʼmidst immensity, Still I am something fashioned by thy hand :
I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth, On the last verge of mortal being stand, Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the bound'ries of the spirit land. The chain of being is complete in me;
In me is matter's last gradation lost, And the next step is Spirit-Deity!
A HINDU of a thoughtful reflecting mind, but devoted to idolatry, lay on his death-bed. As he felt himself dying, and saw himself about to plunge into futurity, he cried out, “What will become of me?" 0," said a Brahmin who stood by, “ you will inhabit another body." “And where,” said he, “shall I “Into another." “And where then?" Into another, and so on through thousands of millions.” Darting across this whole period, as though it were but an instant, he cried, “Where shall I go then?” Paganism could not answer, and the man died agonizing under the inquiry, “Where shall I go then? Christianity would have answered the momentous question.
* GOD MADE ME." What wonderful questions children often ask, and what equally wonderful answers do they sometimes give! What can be more touching than the following anecdote :--A mother, while dressing a very young child, said, in rather an impatient tone, “You are such a lump of a shape, it is impossible to make anything to fit you.
The lips of the child quivered, and looking up it said, in a sorrowful tone, “God MADE ME." The mother was rebuked, and the "little lump” was kissed a dozen times. “God made me. Had the wise men of the world pondered on a fitting answer to such a careless remark, for a century, they could not have found a better - than this, which flowed naturally and spontaneously from the heart of this little child. * God made me, mother-it is not my fault that I am what you seem not to like-such a little lump. God made me.” Blessings on thy inno. cent heart, sweet child-of such is the kingdom of Heaven.
THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE RAIN.
“Mother, it rains," said a little girl, who was looking out of the window. "I am sorry not to make a visit to Emma. She invited me twice before, but it rained; and now it is raining hard again.”
“I hope you will not be unhappy, my dear," said her mother. “I think I noticed the tears upon your cheeks. I will not say it is a little thing, for the troubles of children seem great to them; but I trust you will be patient, and wait patiently for good weather.”
“Mother, you have told me that God knows everything, and that he is always good. Then he must certainly know that there is but one Saturday afternoon in the week, and that this is all the time I have to play with my little friends. He must know that it has rained now these three holidays, when I wished so much to go abroad. And can he not make sunshine whenever le pleases ?”
INDIAN BOY AND THE BIBLE.
I found him dying, says a good missionary, of consumption, and in a state of the most awfu. poverty and destitution, in a small birch-rina covered hut, and an old blanket over him. After recovering from my surprise, I said, "My poor boy, I am very sorry to see you in this state; had you let me know, you should not have been lying here.” He replied, " It is very little I want now, and these poor people get it for me; but I should like something softer to lie upon, as my bones are very sore." I then asked him concerning the state of his mind, when he replied, that he was very happy; that Jesus Christ, the Lord of Glory, had died to save him; and that he had the most perfect confidence in Him. Observing a small Bible under the corner of his blanket, I said, "Jack, you have a friend there; I am glad to see that; I hope you find something good there." Weak as he was, he raised himself on his elbow, held it in his attenuated hand, while a smile played on his countenance, and slowly spoke in precisely the following words :-"This, sir, is my dear friend. You gave it me. For a long time I read it much, and often thought of what it told. Last year I went to see my sister at Lake Winnipeg, about two hundred miles off, where I remained about two months. When I wag half-way back through the lake, I remembered that I had left my Bible behind me. I directly turned round, and was nine days by myself, tossing to and fro, before I could reach the house; but I found my friend, and determined not to part with it again, and ever since it has been near my breast, and I thought I should have buried it with me; but I have thought since, I had better give it to you when I am gone, and it may do some one else good.” He was often interrupted by a sepulehral cough, and sank down exhausted. I read and prayed, the hut hardly affording me room to be upright, even when kneeling.
LOST, LOST, LOST.
want with tracts? You cannot read a
word of them.” “True, but I have a I remember, a few years ago, says the
use for them, nevertheless. Whenever late Rev. G. Burder, in his sermon on “The Value of the Soul,” that a boy
one of your countrymen, or an Englishwho was sent upon some errand on a cold
man, calls on me to trade, I put a tract
in his way, and watch him. If he reads winter's evening, was overtaken with a dreadful storm; when the snow fell so
soberly, and with interest, I infer that thick, and drifted in such a manner that
he will not cheat me; if he throws it aside he missed his way, and continuing to
with contempt, or with a profane oath, I wander up and down for several hours,
have no more to do with him, as I cannot
trust him." was ready to perish. About midnight, a gentleman in the neighbourhood thought he heard a sound, but he could not imagine what it was; when, opening his
LINES ON A ROBIN, window, he distinguished a human voice, at a great distance, pronouncing in a pi
(Which built its nest, and reared five young teous tone, “Lost ! lost ! lost !” Hu
ones, in the reading desk, immediately unmanity induced the gentleman to send in
der the Bible and Prayer-book, in North search of the person from whom the
Molton Church, May, 1840.) voice proceeded, when a boy, at length,
By The Rev. W. BURDETTS. was found and preserved. Happy for him that he perceived his danger, that he
SWEET social bird ! confiding in our care, cried for help, and that his cry was
Who here so oft frequent God's house of heard! So will it be for us, if, sensible
prayer; of the value of our souls, and their dan
Here, shelter'd from the hands of reckless ger of perishing in hell, we now cry for
youth, mercy and help to that dear and gracious
Thy nest was built beneath the Word of Friend of sinners, that great and gene
Truth. rous Deliverer, “who came to seek and
Thy choice how wise! May all who worto save that which was lost." But if this
ship here be neglected, the soul will be lost indeed;
Now learn a lesson from thy fost'ring lost without remedy, lost for ever.
care; Xow follow in the path which thou hast
trod, “SHE IS RIGHT, AND I AM
And rear their young ones in the house
of God: WRONG.”
Here train them in the way which they “Well,” said a mother one day to
should go, her little daughter, “I will resist no
That with increasing years their peace longer. How can I bear to see my dear
may flow, child love and read the Scriptures, while
Till Heaven at last be their eternal rest, I never look into the Bible; to see her
With Jesus and his saints for ever blest. retire and seek God, while I never pray; to see her going to the Lord's table while his death is nothing to me!” “Ah," said she to the minister, who
A WIFE AFTER BATTLE. called to inform her of her daughter's in
The battle-field makes terrible havoc tention, wiping her eyes, “I know she is right, and I am wrong. I have of domestic sympathies and hopes. I once read of a devoted wife, who seen her firm under reproach, patient under provocation, and cheerful left her babes, and walked some forty miles to see her husband in the in all her sufferings. When in her late illness, she was expecting to army. She arrived the night before a battle, and contrived, by a dexdie, peace shone in her face.
terous appeal to the sentiO that I was fit to die like
nel's heart, to gain admission her! I ought to have taught
to her husband's tent. The her, but really she is my
hours sped swiftly away, and teacher; I will however try
the dawn heard the signal and be like her."
for battle. She hurried from From that hour she prayed
his fond embrace with many in earnest, that the God of
a tender kiss for his babes, her child would be her God,
but lingered near the scene, and was soon seen walking
and watched from a neighwith her in the way ever
bouring hill, every movement lasting.
of the two armies, until the combat ceased, and all was
quiet once more. The shades THE MALAY TEST
of night now hang in glon
over that battle-ground, and OF EONOUR.
forbid all search for the A New ENGLAND sea
wounded, the dying, or the dead.
Morn approaches : captain, who visited “India
and with its earliest dawn, beyond the Ganges," was
this faithful wife, with a accosted by a Malay merchant, a man of considerable
throbbing heart, wanders
over that field of slaughter, property, and asked if he had any tracts to part with.
to see if the father of her
babes has fallen. Alas! it The American, at a loss to account for such a singular
is too true! There he is, all request from such a man, TO AN UNKNOWN MOTHER
covered with gore. She sinks
on his bosom in a swoon, inquired, “What do you
and rises no more. I never knew my mother's love, Perchance I nerer gazed to sce
And I have loved the gossip's tale I only feel, I only know, Nor prized her kiss so fond and warın; The beauty of her deep, dark cye, That brought her beauty back to light: That deep within thy pitying breast, Nor could recall one trace to prove That dwelt so tenderly on me,
And wept, that memory still should fail A stream of kindness used to flow, How lovely was her angel form. And only turned a way to die.
To yield her to my aching sight. Unfailing for tho sore distress'd. I never heeded when she spoke, I never knew her watchful care,
But, oh! the love, the quenchless love, and while thine image mocks my sight, Nor kept her golden words in store ; When bending o'er my couch to rest,
A mother's heart alone may grant ; Thy voice eludes my listening ear, Nor felt the precious chain that broke, She smoothed each tiny furrow there,
Too well my own soon learned to prove Thy pure example clear and bright, And left me lonely on life's shore. And held me to her gentle breast. Its priceless value by its want.
Stands forth to point my duties here, I never knew her voice was sweet, But all too late they counted o'er Oh, unknown mother! life has been To bid me seek where'er I go, Like evening music, soft and mild; TIer matchless virtues, one by one ; A long, long pilgrimage to me;
The low to raise, the lone to bless, And when I sat beside her feet,
As miscrs count their vanished store, I asked not if a path more green, Nor pass, regardless of their woe, She fondly loved her youngest child. And told me all when she was gonc, More free from ihorns was granted thee. The widow and the fatherless.
Thomas Babington Macaulay, afterwards Lord Macaulay, was the son of a very worthy man, engaged in trade. He did not inherit greatnesshe achieved it. He was not born a lord ; his elevation to the peerage was a recognition of his services to his country -the embellishment and improvement of its literature. He first saw the light at Rothley Temple, Leicestershire, in the year 1800. His mother, Sarah Mills, had been the favorite pupil of Mrs. Hannah More. Doubtless this was the reason why the great moralist manifested unusual interest in all that concerned little Tom, who was educated, for his first thirteen years at home; and, judging from results, his early training was most admirable and judicious. Before his thirteenth year, the little fellow was celebrated as a very apt student.
One writer says; “ From his birth he exhibited signs of superiority and genius and more especially of that power of memory which startled every one by its quickness, flexibility, and range.” At that early date he would repeat and declaim the longest * Arabian Night,” as fluently as Scheherazade herself. A little later he would recite one of Scott's novels/story, characters, scenery-almost as
well as though the book were in his hand. But these pleasures were not encouraged. The household books were the Bible, the “Pilgrim's Progress," and a few Cameronian divines. An cager and dramatic appetite found food for fancy in the allegorics of Scripture, and even in the dry sectarian literature of Scottish controversy. He himself used to tell an amusing story of a nursery scene. For everyone who came to his father's house he had a Biblical nickname, Moses, Holofernes, Melchisedeck, and the like. One visitor he called The Beast. His parents frowned at their precocious child, but Tom stuck to his point. Next time The Beast made a morning call, the boy ran to the window, which hung over the street, to turn back laughing, crowing with excitement and delight. "Look here, mother,” cried
you see I am right. Look, look at the number of the Beast." Mrs. Macaulay glanced at the hackney-coach; and, behold its number was 666 !
When the future historian hadattained histhirteenth year he was sent to the private academy conducted by the Rev. Mathew M. Preston, at Shelford, near Cambridge, prior to which he had commenced the practice of oomposition. He was also, at