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Purtry.

THE YOUNG PHILOSOPHER.

And as the sun was sinking low,

One to another said, ." The veil of night is falling fast,

Why do you weep, poor ragged boy ?

Why sigh so sadly? say; I thought your heart would leap with joy,

To see these children play.
These children I love well, lady,

I love their games to see;
But there be things on this fair earth

That seem right strange to me, lady,

That seem right strange to me.
I heard a good man yesterday,

Beneath the sun declare,
That God above was Sire of all-

That we his children were.
Now, if these are my brothers,

As brothers they should be,
That they have bread, and I have none,

Seems rather strange to me, lady,

Seems rather strange to me. Even now I see two lovely boys,

With hair like golden beams, Both reading in the holy book,

From whence all knowledge streams. Now if they were my brothers,

As brothers they should be, That they can read and I cannot,

Seems very strange to me, lady,

Seems very strange to me.
Rich lace doth trim their jackets fine,

Bright shoes are on their feet;
Now, I confess, I love to see

These boys both trim and neat.
But if they are my brothers,

As brothers they should be,
That they have shoes, and I have none,
Seems rather strange to me, lady,

Seems rather strange to me.
I heard one say, " Come, brother, come,

To where the roses blow,
To where the shady walks are sweet,

To where the fountains flow."
Now, if they were my brothers,

As brothers they should be, That they may go, and I dare not,

Seems very strange to me, lady,

Seems very strange to me. One brought a handsome pony,

With bit and stirrup bright, One leapt upon its back, and soo

He gallop'd out of sight.
Now, if he were my brother,

As brother he should be,
That he should ride and I should run,
Seems rather strange to me, lady,
Seems rather strange to me.

And we must go to bed.'
Now, if they were my brothers,

As brothers they should be,
That they have beds, and I have none,

Seems rather strange to me, lady,

Seems rather strange to me.
Come, thoughtful boy, come let us view

Things in their proper light;
Bad men, we know, spread want and woe,

But God protects the right.
Yes, He who marks the sparrow's fall,

And aids the nestling's flight,
Hath said that all men brothers are
In his most holy sight, poor boy,
In his most holy sight.

Ragged School Rhymes.

THE CITY ARABS.

ARE all your matches sold, Tom ?
Are all your matches done,

Then let us to the flowery fields,

To warm us in the sun.
To warm us in the sweet, sweet sun-

To feel bis heavenly glow ;.
For his kind looks are the only looks,

Of kindness that we know.
We'll call the sun our father, Tom,

We'll call the sun our mother,
We'll call each little charming beam

A sister or a brother.
He thinks no shame to kiss us,

Although we ragged go;
For his kind looks are the only looks

Of kindness that we know.
We'll rest us on the grass, Tom,

We'll upward turn our face,
We'll lock his heat within our arms,

Our arms in fond embrace.
We'll give him a sweet parting tear,

When he is sinking low,
For his kind looks are the only looks

Of kindness that we know.
We'll tell him all our sorrows, Tom!

We'll tell him all our care,
We'll tell him where we sleep at night,

We'll tell him how we fare.
And then, oh then! to cheer us,

How sweetly he will glow,
For his kind looks are the only looks

Of kindness that we know.

Ibid.

Literary Flutices.

Ragged School Rhymes. By ALEXANDER | productions, from the late Lord Jeffrey

MACLAGAN. Johnstone and Hunter, and others, and we do not think he will Paternoster Row.

injure his merited popularity by these We regard this elegant little volume as an fresh effusions on behalf of the outcast interesting addition to our Ragged School poor. They contain many sweet, touchliterature. The author has already re

ing images, and often delineate with ceived high praise for some of his former | beauty and effect the idiosyncrasies of

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that hapless race, for whom, until lately, the Huntsworth Mews Ragged Schools. no one seemed to care. Appended to the They might be usefully distributed among little work are several affecting narratives the children of the poor. We fear the of real cases, which came under the au- profits arising from its sale will be small; thor's own observation, and on which he but if it be the means of purchasing one founds some of the best pieces in the Bible, and the reading of that Bible be volume; one or two of these pieces we blessed to one godless family, the effort have given as specimens in another part will not be lost. of the present number.

The Band of Hope Review, and Sunday Roger Miller; or, Heroism in Humble Scholars Friend. Half-yearly part,

Life. A Narrative. By GEORGE ORME. 1851. London : Partridge and Oakey.

London: C. Gilpin, Bishopsgate Street. This is the most useful temperance publiThe writer of this excellent little volume cation with which we are acquainted, and has not been happy in the selection of a

does great credit to the generous heart of title; we fear it may be mistaken by many

the indefatigable originator. We rejoice for a work of fiction, whereas it is crowded to see it so free from that species of with facts, valuable and interesting, from

intemperance into which so many of the beginning to end. Mr. Miller laboured advocates of total abstinence fall-a spirit in the service of the London City Mission

of intolerance, from which few good objects until he met with an untimely death by

have suffered more than the one in quesa railway accident in 1847. Through the

tion—and also from that commingling of vices of a worthless parent he was thrown

the results of temperance and Divine when a child into a position very similar

grace, which neither we nor any enlightto many of our ragged children, and

ened Christian can ever sanction. The until he reached manhood exhibited the numbers improve as they increase; its bad effects of early misfortune. Made

numerous and striking illustrations, its "a new creature in Christ Jesus," he endless variety of interesting subjects entered the Mission in 1840, and prose

a portion of everything—must render it a cuted his labours with untiring persever

useful favourite with the young of every ance and exemplary zeal. Few men ever

class and every grade.. proved a greater blessing to a neighbourhood than did Mr. Miller to his dark and The Christian Visitor's Handbook to benighted district in Broadwall. Not London – Comprising a Guide to only does the Ragged School stand as a Churches and Chapels, Religious and noble monument to his memory, but many Benevolent Societies, Ragged Schools, a “living epistle” may yet be found, whom

Suburban Cemeteries, with a Select List he was the means of raising from the

of Public Amusements, and other lowest level of human depravity. The useful information, specially adapted to narrative abounds with cases of this

Strangers in London at the present description, full of encouragement and time of the World's Exhibition. To interest to every active Christian, and which is added, Spare Moments with especially to those who labour among our Christian Authors. London: ParWe believe, with the

tridge and Oakey. Rev, Mr. Waddington, that "it will prove a treasure to every practical philan- purposely given in full

, renders a length

The copious title page, which we have thropist," and that " wherever it goes a blessing must follow.” To every visitor

ened explanation unnecessary of the oband Ragged School, worker we say,

jects and utility of this little work. Purchase this volume, it is cheap, and

Many of those who live in London are lose no time in giving it an attentive

strangers to half its wonders, and we are

therefore sure that both residents and perusal. We envy not the man who can

visitors will find this an invaluable comread it, and not sincerely wish to follow so bright and blessed an example. We had

panion, even after the wonders of the

Exhibition are over. copied several extracts for insertion, but want of space compels us to reserve them for a future number.

Little Servant Maids. In Three Parts.

By CHARLOTTE ADAMS. Ben Saunders: The Orphan's Friend. By JOHN CHAP- a Tale for Mothers. By LUCY ADAMS.

MAN. Edwin Nye, Theobalds Road. London : Society for Promoting ChrisFour pleasing, simple narratives in verse,

tian Knowledge. written and published for the benefit of If these tales for “ Little Servant Maids"

neglected poor.

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are not too long, they will be found into a series of pleasing dialogues, and pleasant and useful reading for the juve- rendered them so simple, clear, and connile class whose interests the writer seeks vincing, that if used by an intelligent to promote. Integrity, prudence, and parent or teacher, they will expand the industry, are the prominent lessons in. reasoning powers of the child, strengthen culcated, which may render them pro- his judgment, and greatly increase his fitable reading for servant girls at home, knowledge respecting the great subject of or for those who emigrate to the colonies. his own nature and destiny.

The“ Tale for Mothers” is well written, beautifully illustrated, and contains some Wells of Baca; or, Solaces of the Chrisuseful lessons and solemn warnings to tian Mourner, and other Thoughts on those mothers who are too careless or too Bereavement. By the author of the wise to learn from the wisdom of Solomon. “Faithful Promiser,” etc. London:

W. F. Ramsay, Brompton Row. The Child's Book on the Soul. By the Next to the incomparable “ Night of Rev. J. H. GALLAUDET. Third edition.

Weeping,” this little epic poem is the London : Seeleys, Fleet Street; and sweetest “solace” for bereaved Christians Guillaume, Chester Square.

that we have lately seen. None but one Among the numerous books for children who has himself been “in the furnace of issuing from the press, there are few, if aflliction,” could have written it. It is any, upon the important subject wisely inscribed to Christians who are “Mourn. chosen by the author of this little volume. ing the loss of those who have fallen The great object he has in view is to asleep in Jesus ;?" and for such it is illustrate and enforce the important truth, especially adapted. They who “refuse to “ that a child las a soul distinct from the be comforted” will find it just the faithbody, which will survive it, and live for ful, loving friend they need—breathing a ever. Children are generally expected spirit of tenderness, resignation, and grato receive and believe this truth on the titude. Although not evincing great testimony of others, and hence the effort originality of thought, yet many of the is seldom made to furnish their minds truths of the gospel are decked with a with arguments in its favour. These poetic beauty, which brings them home to arguments the author has ably introduced the heart with freshness and power.

Correspondence.

A PRACTICAL HINT. MR. EDITOR, - Being in the habit of looking forward monthly to the treat of perusing your Magazine, you will perhaps excuse my suggesting what appears to me to be a want of matter from those who are daily and hourly engaged in nothing else than taming the “Arabs of the City." The Ragged School System has passed its experimental state, and has become " a great fact ;" hundreds of our Christian friends are giving up their lives to make it efficient, and I believe, Sir, you will fully concur with me, that it is one of the first duties of Christian men and women to “bear each other's burdens," and in order that we may do so effectually, it is necessary that we know them. Then where, I would ask, is there a better medium than your Magazine for superintendents or teachers to make known their difficulties, that others more experienced may point out a remedy; and, on the other hand, that those who have been enabled to overcome the many difficulties connected with so onerous and important a work, may from time to time give to others the benefit of their experience ? Believing that incalculable service would thus be rendered to the cause, I would, therefore, with great earnestness, entreat you to invite the labourers in this vineyard to open up such a correspondence as shall have for its end the lasting benefit of all Ragged schools, namely, the salvation of the souls of poor ragged sinners, or as I fear, in too many cases, sinned against. Liverpool.

Yours respectfully, J. B. O. [We have repeatedly, but ineffectually, invited correspondence on all practical questions connected with the schools; and as some of our distant friends are now beginning to complain, we trust the local secretaries and superintendents will see to a

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matter which reflects in some small degree upon their intelligence or activity, and which they only have power to remedy.-ED.] To the Editor of the Ragged School Union Magazine.

Deptford Ragged Schools. Dear Sir,- It may perhaps be interesting to some of your readers to know, that what is termed a parents' meeting, but which I think should more properly be called a mothers' meeting, was held in the boys' school-room on Monday evening, April 28th, 1851. The Committee on the occasion made a rich provision for both body and soul. After tea, Mr. Anderson, from the London Ragged School Union, in his kind and simple, but impressive manner, conveyed in a few words to the parents the object for which they had been brought together, and a more telling, heart-searching address has, perhaps, seldom been delivered. We speak not only of the marked attention, but of the deep feeling that was evinced. The tender cord of many a parent's bosom was touched, and the silent tears that were shed gave indications of a sorrowful, and it may be hoped, penitent heart. The Rev. J. Pulling followed up the remarks of Mr. Anderson, and impressed upon the mothers the necessity of practising what had been pointed out to them that evening.

The nature, situation, character, and conduct of the humbler classes in Deptford have, alas ! been too truly pictured and presented to our minds in a recent number of your valuable Magazine ; . therefore, anything to amend or entirely remove such a pitiable state of things as now exists, ought to be hailed with gratitude and delight. I know of nothing that is more likely to work a moral and religious improvement amongst the poor, than the efforts put forth by the Ragged School Committee to bring together the parents of those for whom our souls mourn with intense anxiety, and to impress them with a sense of their position, responsibility, and duty to their offspring. The necessity of such meetings cannot be questioned, for in proportion as the parent becomes interested, so does co-operation begin, and the efforts of the teacher are seconded, and good results will surely follow. I hope that all Ragged Schools, where it is convenient, will hold similar meetings, and a blessing, I am persuaded, will rest upon their labours.

J., a Teacher. P.S.—The special prayer meetings, suggested by the Ragged School Union, were held here; the Spirit, with His softening and sanctifying influences, seemed to rest upon every heart, the Divine power was felt, and all declared in retiring that it was good to be there.

Editar’s Portfolio.

SQUIRE D- AND THE TEACHER. TRAVELLING in a mountainous region at night-fall of a tempestuous day, and having lost my road, I was directed for a lodging to “Squire D- -'s, who keeps the ferry.” After supper, I had a pleasant talk with the father of Squire D on whose head the snows of eighty winters had fallen, and soon the family were gathered round us, engaged in delightful converse. I had heard of the high-handed wickedness of a neighbourhood not far off, with which

my host was well acquainted; where, when a young man, who had wandered to a city, was to be hung for murder, his father and other relatives celebrated the day with a fine supper and a dance. No school could be kept; for the boys drove off every teacher who came among them ; and meetings were frequently held in mockery of religious worship.

“Yes, yes," said the squire, with just enough of the Welsh accent to betray his origin, " and our neighbourhood here was just as bad ten years ago; we were all alike,-no church, no preacher, no Sunday School, no Day School. One evening a minister and a young woman stopped at my house for the night. I thought them very inquisitive people. They asked if we had any preaching ? •No.' Any schools? No; we have had several teachers, but

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no one will stay more than a quarter with us.' The young woman said she would come and take a school among us if we would employ her. After some further conversation, I told her I would see what could be done, and write her the result. Next morning they left for the minister's home at Msome fifty miles distant.

“In a short time I had a school made up, and board engaged for the new teacher, and wrote her to that effect. She came, and commenced her school at the time appointed. But soon there was a complaint that the new teacher read the Bible, and prayed in her school. And her troubles did not stop here. The man at whose house she boarded insisted that she should leave, because she prayed, sung hymns, and would keep talking about religion all the time. Miss H- then set out to look for another home for herself; she applied to most of her employers, but met with the same reply from all; “We cannot receive you, unless you leave off praying and singing:

When she applied to me, I objected on the same grounds. Finally, I told her if she would come on my own terms I would take her into my family. She inquired what those terms were. • Why,' said I, ‘you shall have such a room to yourself; there you are to stay from the time you return from school until you start to go back, only when you come to your meals. You must not sing hymns; you may pray as much as you please, but mind

you

don't let us hear you at it; and, remember, the first time you infringe this contract you leave the premises.' To all this she agreed, with as much meekness as if my terms had been reasonable and right. That evening she took up her abode under my roof; and little did I think what a blessing God was sending me in that frail, delicate girl.

The children all loved the new teacher very much. So one day she told them to ask their parents' permission, and if they were agreed, she would teach them on Sunday too. This proposal pleased us all. If she taught on Sunday, that was so much clear gain to us. And to school the children went every Sunday, with clean clothes and clean faces.

“I soon observed that my children took to staying in the teacher's room much of their time. At length, one Sunday morning, they came down with some tracts. I looked over them, and found they were on the subjeet of religion. 'Ah,' said I, my lady I've caught you now. I called her down, told her she had violated her contract, and must be off. The poor girl began to weep; I felt ashamed.

Dear sir,' said she, will you read those tracts ? If you do, and still continue in your present mind, I will leave your house immediately.'

Here was a pretty fix; the children were all crying, and begging me not to send Miss H- away; and the books, oh, they could not part with the books! I was mightily perplexed ; at last I

gave in.

Said I, Miss Hyou may go back to your room ; I will consider the matter. I shall never forget the smile that passed over her face as she thanked me, and went back to her room. Thanked me,

indeed! I deserved a sound basting instead of thanks. Well, I set to work, read one of the tracts, felt self-condemned ; read it again, felt dreadfully troubled. Then I read them all, felt that I was a great sinner. I said nothing more to Miss H- about leaving my house. Each day my convictions became deeper. At last, I could bear it no longer. Thought I, this wont do; I must talk with Miss H- So I invited her to come and sit with us in the family room. She cheerfully complied. I asked her a great many questions about the doctrines of the Bible, not meaning to let her know anything about my concern. But all would not do; my distress continued, or rather my agony, for I thought I was the greatest sinner " At last,

sent one evening for Miss H- to come down, and I told her my troubles ; for my proud heart was well-nigh broken. Said I, ‘Miss HI feel so and so ever since I read those tracts of yours :' and I related all that was passing in my mind; and, said I, ' Do you think there is any mercy or

on earth.

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