THE TEACHER'S GRAVE.

LOUISA, the daughter of an eminent minister of the gospel, had been a member of the church of Christ eleven years. She was also an active and devoted teacher. Though she lived with her widowed mother two miles from the place of worship, her attendance was regular and constant. She went about doing good-visiting the sick, and instructing the inquirer. Oh, she was much beloved-especially by the children. But, like a fair flower, she withered and died, and was interred in the cemetry. One fine day next spring, we agreed to pay a visit to her grave, and the children assembled at the vestry, bringing flowers and shrubs. We sang a hymn, and then walked in procession to the cemetry-a beautiful and romantic spotabout a mile from the town, where we planted the flowers and watered them with our tears. A short address was given, another hymn sung, and we returned, cheered by the pleasing hope that our sister will rise again at the resurrection of the last day!

Sheffield.

T. F.

THE LOST BOY FOUND AGAIN.

ENGLAND is an island, surrounded on all sides by water, except the narrow part which joins it to Scotland; so that after travelling a few hundred miles in any direction you may soon come to the end of the country. But it is not so in America, which is called a Continent, that is, a large tract of country many thousands of miles in length and breadth. A few hundred years ago it was only inhabited by wild Indians. The English went to dwell there. They first settled on the coast next the sea shore, and then spread further and further inward. But still there are wild Indians in the country beyond them. Some of these will often prowl about the dwellings of

the settlers and take away whatever they can lay their hands on. The following is an account of a little boy who was stolen by the Indians only a few years ago.

In 1835, Ammi Filley, of Windsor, Connecticut, removed with his family to the town of Jackson, in the state of Michigan. In this town, then a wilderness, he located himself, and by his industry and economy he soon found himself in possession of a productive and profitable farm; and, by the accession of settlers, the town became populous and flourishing. Although in the vicinity of numerous tribes of savages, and often visited by wandering families of the natives, yet all was peace and quietness, and everything conspired to render their abode pleasant and happy.

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On the 3rd of August, 1837, his little son, a child of four years old, went out to a swamp in the vicinity of their dwelling, with a hired girl, to gather whortleberries. The swamp was in the direction from Mr. Filley's to the dweiling of Mr. Mount, the father of the girl, where they expected to go to spend the night-and the scene of their toil was about a mile from the house of the former, and some twenty or thirty rods from the dwelling of the latter. Having satisfied himself with picking berries, the child discovered a

desire to return, whereupon the girl conducted him to the road, and placed him in the direction to the house of Mr. Mount-not doubting, as the house was in plain sight, and only a few rods distant, but the little fellow would reach it in safety. The girl returned to the swamp, and after completing her supply of berries, went home to the house of her father, and found, to her astonishment, as well as that of the family, that William had not arrived. Notice was immediately communicated to the parents, an alarm given through the settlement, and the whole population rushed at once to the assistance and relief of the almost distracted parents. Day and night for more than a week, witnessed the praiseworthy exertions of his neighbours, and the whole country, in every direction, to an extent of more than twenty miles, was searched with untiring vigilance. Every pond and stream of water was examined and dragged-and every rod of ground scrutinized for many successive days, but no trace could be discovered of the absent child. As an

inducement to continue the search, notice of the event was published in the papers, and Mr. Filley offered a reward of two hundred dollars for the recovery of the child, either dead or alive. As suspicions were entertained that foul play had been practised by the Indians, inquiries were

made of the different tribes and families in the vicinity, and pecuniary offers tendered to their chiefs and influential men, and Mr. Filley himself traversed for months the wilds of Michigan, Wisconsin and Iowa, but his efforts proved vain. No discovery could be made, and no tidings had, and he returned to his broken-hearted family with the sad reflection that his little William was lost!

For seven long years this stricken family endured the agony of an affliction which seldom falls to the lot of human nature to bear.

If the shaft of death had smitten down this their first born son, and they had passed through the funeral solemnities, and seen him laid in the grave, time would have tempered their grief, and mitigated the anguish of their bereavement. But the painful suspense was an abiding sorrow which time could not soften, and earth had no balm to heal. As time rolled on hope became extinguished, but William was not forgotten. The mournful event, with its aggravating circumstances, was a corroding canker upon every comfort of the family-a fatal disease seized the mother, and she sunk into an untimely grave!

After the decease of his wife, Mr. Filley visited Connecticut, the place of his nativity, and