"I want to make it up," said Hugh, wiping his eyes with his sleeve; "and if you will have a little patience, I shall try to put it right. I will tell the teacher all about it."

31. Paul held out his hand to Hugh, but did not answer, except to say good-night; for his teeth chattered with the cold, and his mother led him on, anxious to get him home. When he was well warmed, and had eaten the warm supper which his mother had prepared for him, he told her all that had happened, and she did not doubt him. She told him he was a good boy, and had done his duty; and then she laid him tenderly in his little bed, heard him say his evening prayers, and watched him till he fell asleep, quite comforted and happy.

32. Next morning, as they sat at breakfast, a knock was heard at the door, and the teacher walked in. He looked more humble than usual, and stammered a little when he began to speak; but, suddenly holding out his hand, he said, "Shake hands and forgive me, Paul. I did you great wrong yesterday."

Paul's face brightened, and he gave his hand to the old man in a moment.

33. "Last night, about eight o'clock," continued the teacher, "nearly all the boys in the school came in a body to me, headed by Hugh Simpson; and he spoke for them, and told me how it all was, and how well you behaved. They said they would have spoken at once, only for fear of a flogging. I frankly confess, Mrs. Anderson, it has partly changed my opinion about the good of the rod: but I do not say I am quite convinced. However, come to school again, my good boy, and forgive and forget."

34. Paul went to school again gladly; and all went smoothly with him. It was certain, too, that whatever the teacher said about not being convinced, he used the rod but seldom, and found that things went on better, instead of worse.

35. I had listened all the time, with great interest, to Mr. Raymond's story. "I learned these things," he said, "partly from the widow, who still lives in the little cottage. which Paul has since fitted up so nicely, and partly from the teacher himself."

"And what has become of little Paul?" I asked.

36. "After a while," said Mr. Raymond, "Paul went to the Academy; for some of our good people took an interest in him; and, somehow, he had all the books he needed. for his studies; and somebody sent his mother a load of wood and a bag of flour now and then.”

37. "Yes, yes!" I said to myself; "and, very likely, the minister managed all that.”

Suddenly Mr. Raymond, turning to me, said, "You noticed the young man who is a clerk in the Bank, did you not?"

'Yes," I replied; "but what has he to do with your story?"

6.

Very much to do with it," said the minister. "That was Paul Anderson."

38. Then, as we rode slowly along, we were all silent for a while, absorbed in thought. I was thinking about the old teacher, and wondering if he was ever fully convinced that love can be made the best law of the school, when Mr. Raymond interrupted the current of my thoughts by remarking, "There is an interesting sequel to this story."

"Ah! is there?" I asked.

39. "Yes, and a pleasant one too," he replied. "The old teacher remained there three years after Paul returned to the school; and it is pretty certain that he learned to govern without the use of the rod; for he was greatly changed in his ways; so much so that his kindness was now as marked as his sternness had been before. The children became changed too; and they loved the old man dearly. After he was gone, these verses were found in the

teacher's desk, written, as you see, in a very plain copyhand."

And the minister took out a little packet, which he undid, and handed to me; and there, from a somewhat worn paper, but very plainly written, I read the following:

III.-I Shall Miss the Children.

1. When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
And the little ones gather around me
To bid me good-night and be kissed,
Oh, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in a tender embrace!

Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face!

2. Oh, these idols of hearts and of households!
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses;
His glory still gleams in their eyes;

Oh, those truants from home and from heaven!
They have made me more manly and mild;

And I know now how Jesus could liken

The kingdom of God to a child.

3. The twig is so easily bended,

I have banished the use of the rod;

I have taught them the goodness of knowledge,
They have taught me the goodness of God.

Verse 1.-On what fancied resemblance is based the figure "halos of heaven"? "Smiles shedding sunshine"? V. 2. The words "idols" and "angels," as here used?" His sunlight sleeps," etc. ?— "His glory gleams" ?—V. 3. "Heart a dungeon of darkness"?

My heart is a dungeon of darkness
Where I shut them for breaking a rule;
My frown is sufficient correction;

My love is the law of the school.

4. I shall leave the old house in the autumn,
To traverse its threshold no more;
Ah! how I shall sigh for the dear ones
That meet me each morn at the door!
I shall miss the "good-nights," and the kisses,
And the gush of their innocent glee,
The group on the green, and the flowers.
That are brought every morning to me.

5. I shall miss them at morn and at eve,

Their song in the school and the street;
I shall miss the low hum of their voices,
And the tramp of their delicate feet.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And Death says, "The school is dismissed!"
May the little ones gather around me,
To bid me good-night, and be kissed!

Charles M. Dickinson.

CHAPTER V.-AROUND THE WORLD, No. 4.

IN RUSSIA.

I.—Introductory.

1. It was three weeks after we had received Freddy's long letter, "reaching," as he said, "from London to St. Petersburg," that we were surprised to receive another letter from him, instead of one from Henry Allen; but

we learned from an enclosed note by Henry, that he had engaged to aid Dr. Edson in writing a series of articles for a New York Journal, on the Industrial Resources of the nations which the voyagers should visit; and, therefore, that he would not be able to write the letters home to Lake-View, as he had anticipated.

2. But "Frederic Jones, Esq.," he told us, would write often to his Lake-View friends; and he had no doubt that his letters would be highly satisfactory; for Mr. Jones, he said, noticed everything that came in his way, he readily formed the acquaintance of strangers, was fond of writing, and was, moreover, a great favorite with Prof. Howard, who would be a great aid to him in his correspondence. So it is Freddy's letter, read at our first "Saturday Evening's Readings" after its reception, that we have here to offer.

II.-St. Petersburg.

1. I was surprised to find that the city of St. Petersburg is built on ground so low and marshy that the streets are often inundated. And yet it is a city of palaces, of which there are five that are perfectly immense, and fitted up in the most splendid style. They are fully equal to those of London, and grander than those of Amsterdam and Stockholm. You see I am beginning to be a judge of these

matters.

I have just read that last paragraph to Prof. Howard. He says, laughingly, "I see, Mr. Jones, that the educational effects of travel are beginning to tell upon you."

2. There is one Russian palace, called the Winter Palace, which is said to contain more than six thousand inhabitants when the emperor occupies it. Its vast halls are filled with the richest statuary, gems, and pictures, and magnificent tables and vases. Prof. Howard said to us, that when he looked upon all this magnificence he could not help asking, "Who paid for it all?"—and when Dr. Edson said to him,