rops of loving kindness,
And knowledge pour,
From shore to shore,
Light on the eyes of mental blindness.

"All slavery, warfare, lies and wrongs,
All vice and crime, might die together;
And wine and corn
To each man born
Be free, as warmth in summer weather."--C. Mackay.

To attend to one's own business, and leave other people's alone, is a
maxim that should perhaps generally be obeyed; but not always. It
happens sometimes that, wrapping the cloak of selfishness about us, we
not only lose an opportunity of doing good, and so forfeit our right to
the joy that such an action always brings, but we are also the indirect
means of bringing sorrow upon our fellow creatures. Let not that man
who sees another going to destruction, either through ignorance, or
weakly yielding to temptation, say calmly--"It is no business of mine
to interfere." It is everybody's business to care for his brother, and
by all possible means help him. It is true that he who thus acts will
often find that the world is against him. He will meet with scorn and
abuse where he expected thanks; and even those who trust him most may
not understand him, or approve of his actions. But his duty is,
nevertheless, plain--he is to be a helper of mankind. So at least
thought the lighthouse-keeper, one day when his philanthropy was put to
the test.

Grace was looking from the window of their sitting-room across the sea,
when she saw a sight that interested her. All sorts of vessels came
within sight of the Farne Islands; but it was very seldom indeed that
she saw such a one as that on which her eyes delighted to gaze on this
occasion. She thought, indeed, that she had never seen so stately a
ship sailing on the waters, with sails all spread, and graceful motion,
and a look of wealth about every part of her.

"Father, see!" she cried. "Is not this East Indiaman a magnificent
ship? She sails along like a swan."

Mr. Darling looked, but just for a moment.

"Oh, what can they be thinking about!" he cried, in great
consternation. "That splendid vessel, Grace, is on the point of
destruction. In an hour's time there will not be water in the channel
to float her, and she will be stranded on the rocks."

He was right. Unless something could be done, and that quickly, the
ship was doomed; for she lay in a narrow channel which passes between
the islands, and which is covered with rocks, and has no great depth of
water.

Mr.