commit those crimes which lead to it; but what shall
restrain a needy man, who has been taught that there is no dreadful
reckoning? Honesty is but a dream without the awful sanctions of
heaven and hell. Virtue is but a shadow, if it be stripped of the
terrors and promises of the gospel. Morality is but an empty name,
if it be destitute of the principle and power of Christianity. O, my
dear fellow servants! take warning by my sad fate; never be tempted
away from a sober service for the sake of a little more wages; never
venture your immortal souls to houses where God is not feared. And
now hear me, O my God! though I have blasphemed thee! Forgive me, O
my Saviour! though I have denied thee! O Lord, most holy! O God,
most mighty! deliver me from the bitter pains of eternal death, and
receive my soul, for His sake who died for sinners.

"WILLIAM WILSON."

Mr. Trueman would never leave this poor penitent till he was
launched into eternity, but he attended him with the minister in the
cart. This pious clergyman never cared to say what he thought of
William's state. When Mr. Trueman ventured to mention his hope, that
though his penitence was late, yet it was sincere, and spoke of the
dying thief on the cross as a ground of encouragement, the minister
with a very serious look, made this answer: "Sir, that instance is
too often brought forward on occasions to which it does not apply: I
do not choose to say any thing to your application of it in the
present case, but I will answer you in the words of a good man
speaking of the penitent thief: 'There is _one_ such instance given
that nobody might despair, and there is _but_ one, that nobody might
presume.'"

Poor William was turned off just a quarter before eleven; and may
the Lord have mercy on his soul!

THE TWO WEALTHY FARMERS,

OR, THE HISTORY OF MR. BRAGWELL.

PART I.--THE VISIT.

Mr. Bragwell and Mr. Worthy happened to meet last year at Weyhill
fair. They were glad to see each other, as they had but seldom met
of late; Mr. Bragwell having removed some years before from Mr.
Worthy's neighborhood, to a distant village where he had bought an
estate.

Mr. Bragwell was a substantial farmer and grazier. He had risen in
the world by what worldly men call a run of good fortune. He had
also been a man of great industry; that is, he had paid a diligent
and constant attention to his own interest. He understood business,
and had a knack of turning almost every