; and kept herself apparently engaged with the
sticks and brands around the fire near the mouth of the tent. The man
also appeared very melancholy. We learned that the cause of their
distress was jealousy on the part of the man, who was called her husband.
The circumstance which gave rise to those unhappy feelings had taken
place several years before; yet the poor man has been so unhappy, that he
has often intended to destroy both himself and his wife; and not many
days before this visit to the camp, he had threatened to execute his
purpose. The author talked and prayed with him, and exhorted him to look
to God for strength and grace. Their repeated conversations were made
useful to him, and those miserable feelings were subdued, and he now
lives happily with the woman he had before hated, even to an intention of
murder. This is another evidence, although a distressing one, that a
want of chastity is evil in their sight.

"A king of England, of happy memory, who loved his people and his God,
better than kings in general are wont to do, occasionally took the
exercise of hunting. Being out one day for this purpose, the chase lay
through the shrubs of the forest. The stag had been hard run; and, to
escape the dogs, had crossed the river in a deep part. As the dogs could
not be brought to follow, it became necessary, in order to come up with
it, to make a circuitous route along the banks of the river, through some
thick and troublesome underwood. The roughness of the ground, the long
grass and frequent thickets, gave opportunity for the sportsmen to
separate from each other; each one endeavouring to make the best and
speediest route he could. Before they had reached the end of the forest,
the king's horse manifested signs of fatigue and uneasiness; so much so,
that his Majesty resolved upon yielding the pleasures of the chase to
those of compassion for his horse. With this view, he turned down the
first avenue in the forest, and determined on riding gently to the oaks,
there to wait for some of his attendants. His Majesty had only proceeded
a few yards, when, instead of the cry of the hounds, he fancied he heard
the cry of human distress. As he rode forward, he heard it more
distinctly. 'Oh, my mother! my mother! God pity and bless my poor
mother!' The curiosity and kindness of the king led him instantly to the
spot. It was a little green plot on one side of the forest, where was
spread on the grass, under a