tailed in the newspapers. A paragraph noticing these events met the eye of Raymond's brother, who was settled as a minister of the gospel in a country parish not far distant, and he immediately came to the city. Satisfying himself by a few inquiries that it was indeed his brother who was involved in difficulty and danger, he went straight to the prison, with a heart overflowing with sympathy and kindness. But pride was still in the way, and Raymond haughtily repulsed him.

The pious minister was deeply grie ved; but he did not the less seek to serve his brother. He took care to investigate the facts, and became persuaded that the French servant had practised the deception that has been stated; but he was not able to prove it. He employed the best of counsel; but, in spite of all his efforts, and all his sympathy, Raymond was found guilty, condemned, and consigned to prison.

Up to this time, the pride of Raymond had sustained him; but it now gave way. He had borne the loss of fortune, but to be convicted of a low, base theft, was what his spirit could not endure. His health sunk under it, and his reason, for a time, departed. His sufferings during that dark hour, God only knows. At last he recovered his health and his senses, and then he heard, that, on his death-bed, the French servant had confessed his iniquity. It was from the lips of his brother, and under his roof, where he had been removed during his insanity, that Raymond learnt these events. He had been released from prison, and his character cleared of the imputation of crime.

From this period Raymond was an altered man. His

pride was effectually quelled; no longer did that disturber of earth's happiness, the real serpent of Eden,—remain to keep him in a state of alienation from his brother. The two were now, indeed, as brothers. But there were other changes in Raymond; his health was impaired, his constitution enfeebled; his manly beauty departed; he was, indeed, but the wreck of former days. But, strange as it may seem, he now, for the first time, found peace and happiness. He had now tasted of sorrow, and was acquainted with grief. This enabled him to enter into the hearts of other men, to see their sorrows, and to desire to alleviate them. A new world was now open to him; a world of effort, of usefulness, of happiness. In the days of prosperity, he had no cares for anybody but himself; and mere selfishness had left him a wretch while in possession of all the supposed means of bliss. He had now made the discovery, that pride is the curse of the human race, and humility its only cure; that trial, sorrow, and misfortune are necessary, in most cases, to make us acquainted with our own hearts, and those of our fellow-men; and that true bliss is to be found only in a plan of life which seeks, earnestly and sincerely, the peace and happiness of others."

THE MAGICIAN.

A SAMOIDE TALE.

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THERE was once upon a time an old Samoide fisherman that had the most beautiful daughter that ever was She was very short and very fat, and her skin shone like blubber oil; her eyes were small and black ; her teeth were large, and of a beautiful yellow hue. Her hair, also, was yellow, and being matted together, hung down in a thick mass upon her shoulders.

This fair girl was of an olive color, and such were her charms that all the young men who saw her fell desperately in love with her, save one. This latter was a fisherman, and famous for his skill in every species of adventurous sport. He was very dexterous in spearing the seal and sea-otter, in managing the seal-skin boat, and in driving the reindeer sledge over the snow.

Now, although the beautiful lady, whose name was Lis, enslaved all others, this hero of the fishhook and paddle set her charms at nought; and, as the fates are very whimsical, the beautiful girl, disdaining the addresses of all besides, became desperately enamored of him. She took every opportunity in her power to please and fascinate him, but all to no purpose. Loord, for that was the name of the fisherman, resisted her

advances, and in fact treated her with marked neglect, if not disdain.

This appeared very wonderful to everybody, and especially to Lis, who made up her mind that some evilminded spirit had bewitched Loord, and thus enabled and disposed him to resist her charms. She therefore

determined to go to an island at some distance in the ocean, where she had an uncle living, and, under pretence of visiting him, to consult a famous sorcerer, or magician, who dwelt there, and, if possible, to obtain his council in the matter.

Now Lis was well skilled in the arts of managing a boat; so she determined to go alone. She got into a boat made of seal-skins, and set forth upon the sea, having bade her friends farewell who were at the landing to take leave of her. It was expected that she would return the next day — but she came not; the second day, the third, and the fourth, passed away, but the beautiful Lis did not return. At length some anxiety existed among her friends as to her welfare, and even the interest of Loord was roused. He determined to set forth in search of her; and that very day, entering his seal-skin boat, he departed for the magician's island.

It is important to observe, that previous to starting, Loord, who generally avoided brandy, took a large draught, by the advice of an aged fisherman, not so much to exclude the cold as to keep out witchcraft.

Things went pretty well with Loord in the first part of his voyage, but after a while, according to his account of the matter on his return, as he began to approach the magician's island, he caught a glimpse of it, but it

was bobbing up and down like a porpoise before a squall. He kept his eye upon it steadily for some time, when at last it sunk, and did not rise again. Loord used all his strength to reach the place, and finally came to it, and the water was whirling and boiling round; but not a bit of an island was to be seen. Loord sailed over and over the place, and waited a long time to see if he could not pick up somebody, and particularly the beautiful Lis, but he found no one.

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Loord at last returned; he had been gone all day, and it was late at night when he reached his home. was in a bewildered state, but told his story as I have related it. It was intimated to him that perhaps the brandy got into his head, and that the sinking of the island was all an illusion; but he laughed at the idea. In a few days, however, a boat came from the magician's isle, and behold the beautiful Lis was in it, as well and charming as ever. Her friends came to see her, and her lovers returned, and all congratulated her upon her good looks, and upon her escape from being carried to the bottom of the sea with the magician's island. This made her stare, upon which they told her the wonderful adventures of Loord.

It being now ascertained that the island of the magician was still standing in its place, Loord became an object of general ridicule; and as he was no longer a hero in the estimation of the people, Lis began to think she could live without him. Accordingly, when she met him she tossed up her head, and passed him by with disdain. This brought Loord to his senses, and he began to see that Lis was very beautiful, and pretty soon