A FEW years since, a wealthy gentleman of Paris, who lived in idleness, at length became weary of life, and left his house one evening, with the intention of drowning himself in the river Seine. It being yet twilight when he arrived at its bank, he concluded to walk about a short time, till it was darker, so that he should not be discovered. While thus engaged, he put his hand in his pocket, and felt a purse, which was filled with gold; he concluded to go and find some poor family, and give it to them, as it would do no one any good, if he cast himself into the river with the money. He soon found a dwelling that bespoke poverty within; he entered it, and there he beheld the mother of the family stretched on a bed of sickness, and six children in rags, and crying for bread. He gave them his purse of gold, and immediately their tears of sorrow were transformed to tears of joy; and their gratitude to their benefactor was so ardent and simple as to fill his heart with joy and peace; and he exclaimed, "I did not know that there was so much happiness in doing good. I abandon the idea of killing myself, and will devote the remnant of my life to doing good." He did so, and was much distinguished for his deeds of benevolence.

A GOOD conscience is better than two witnesses. It melts sorrow as the sun does the ice. It is a spring when we are thirsty, a staff when we are faint, a shelter when the sun strikes 

us, a pillow in the hour of death.