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and augmented that crowded attendance of pupils, which, in the first instance, he had owed perhaps principally to the mere curiosity of the public. Every succeeding university examination afforded additional evidence of the benefit derived from his teachings. His merits, consequently, were not long in being appreciated both at Cambridge and among scientific men in general. He obtained the acquaintance of Sir Isaac Newton, his veneration for whom was repaid by that illustrious philosopher with so much regard, that when Whiston was expelled from his chair in 1711, Sir Isaac ex. erted himself with all his influence to obtain the vacant situation for Saunderson. On this occasion, too, the heads of colleges applied to the Crown in his behalf, to issue a mandate for conferring upon him the degree of Master of Arts, as a necessary preliminary to his election; and their request being complied with, he was appointed to the professorship. From this time Saunderson gave himself up almost entirely to his pupils. Of his future history we need only relate, that he married in 1723, and was created Doctor of Laws in 1728, on a visit of George II. to the university, on which occasion he delivered a Latin oration of distinguished eloquence. He died in 1739, in the fifty-seventh year of his age, leaving a son and daughter.

Was not this a wonderful man? We are not told so, but we hope he heard of and knew Him who once gave sight to a man who was born blind. For if he loved Jesus Christ on earth, his eyes now behold the King in his beauty in the land that is very far off.


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ANOTHER WONDERFUL THING TO BE DONE. MANY wonderful things have been found out, and many wonderful things have been done since I was a boy. Among other things found out was the power of steam, and moving steam-engines; and now we travel in this way, many times faster than our fathers did with horses. And in this way a letter is sent all over England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales, for one penny, when formerly, if a letter was sent one hundred miles, it would cost ninepence. Now millions of letters are sent where only hundreds were sent before. But what does the picture mean on the other side ? It is what is called an emblem or figure like that you see on some of our copper coins, and is intended to represent the English nation in the form of a female figure called Britannia. In the picture she is supposed to have passed a bandage round the world on which is written Ocean Penny Postage. And this is intended to mean that England may, by her steam vessels on the ocean, do what she has done by her railroads; and send letters all over the world for one penny.

Whether this can ever be done or not may be doubted, as our British Islands are more within our reach, and the further we go, to Canada, or the Cape, or the East Indies, or Australia, the more expensive the voyage must be. But the idea is a good one, and if it can be carried out we hope it will be, and the sooner the better, for there are thousands of people in our colonies to whom their friends at home wish to write, and who would like to hear from them, and the cheaper the charge of postage is the more frequently would they write to them and have letters from them. Perhaps some of our young readers may live long enough to see this great thing done. There is one place, however, further off than even Australia itself to which we may send for nothing, and One there who loves us more than any one else, to whom we may express our desires at any moment. Where is that place? Who is that One? And how do we send to Him?

That place is heaven.
That One is Jesus Christ.
We send to him by prayer.

HUNTING THE SQUIRREL. PETER ALSOP was almost fifteen years old when his father, who had just moved into a new settlement, was clearing the land. One day the father and a neighbour were engaged in building a log fence, which was made of the trunks of the trees that were cleared off the lands. First, they laid the fence one log high, with the ends of each length passing a little way by each other. Notches were cut in the ends, and a block was laid crosswise, where the ends lapped, and then another tier was laid on the cross pieces, till the fence was high enough. To roll up the top logs, they would lay long poles, called skids, one end on the top of the logs and the other on the ground, and roll up the logs on these. But, as the logs were very heavy, they were obliged to stop several times to rest, or to get a new hold; and it was Peter's business, when they stopped, to put a block on the under side of the log, above the skids, to keep it from rolling back. Having given a hard lift, and tugging with all his might, the father called out, “There, Peter, put under your block quickly." Peter started nimbly, and snatched up his block, when suddenly the loud chirp of a squirrel struck his ear. Instantly, down went his block, and away he ran after the squirrel, leaving both his father and the other man to hold on at the log till he came back.

This anecdote gives you Peter's character. He was too fickle to follow any one object or pursuit long enough to accomplish anything. Thirty years after this, a gentleman who had known him in his youthful days, inquired about him of one of his neighbours, who related this anecdote, and added, " he has been running after squirrels ever since.” He never was steady and persevering in the pursuit of anything. When he was a young man, he could never make up his mind decidedly what employment to follow. He would try one thing and get tired of it, and take another; but followed no business long enough to get well acquainted with it. When he had a family, and found it necessary to make exertion, he was busy early and late, but to little purpose. He moved from one place to another, and a rolling stone gathers no moss.” He very often changed his employment, and by that means lost all the advantage of past experience. Now he was a farmer, then a trader, then a post rider, then a deputy sheriff, then a mechanic, without having learned his trade. By the time he had got fairly started in a new business, he would hear or think of something else ; and before any body thought of it, he would change his business. In this way he wasted his money, and kept his family poor, and neglected his children's education. He was always hunting the squirrel.

Now, boys and girls, dont hunt the squirrel. Whatever you begin, stick to it till it is finished—done, and well done. If you always follow this rule faithfully, you cannot fail of being somebody and doing something. But, if you go through life hunting the squirrel, when you die, nobody can tell what you have done, and the world will neither be the wiser nor better for your having lived in it.

And mind one thing above all others—Dont be running after the vanities of the world all your days; but lay hold on eternal life!

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