They
carried him with gentle hands into the house, and hurriedly sent Jane
for the doctor, as poor Ned was now quite exhausted.

When old Dr. Gray looked down at the child he said little, but with a
serious face administered stimulants, and with his own hands assisted in
rubbing back life into the almost frozen body of our young hero.

If Ned had been many minutes longer buried in the snow, this story could
never have had such a cheerful ending.

AN HONEST MINER.

If you go into a mining district in Cornwall, England, you will see, not
far from the mine works, rows of neat little cottages; most of them are
extremely clean in the interior, and here the miners may be found seated
at comfortable fires, frequently reading, or in the summer evenings
working in their little gardens or in the potato fields. Frequently they
become experienced floriculturists, and at the flower shows that occur
annually in several of the Cornish towns they often carry off the
prizes.

A pleasing anecdote is recorded of the honesty of a poor Cornish miner.
There lived at St. Ives a lady named Prudence Worth, whose charity was
remarkable. A miner living at Camborne had his goods seized for rent,
which he could not pay. He had heard of the many good deeds done by
"Madam" Worth, as she was usually called, and he determined to apply to
her for assistance. He said:

"Madam, I am come to you in great trouble. My goods are seized for rent,
and they will be sold if I can not get the money immediately."

"Where do you live?" inquired Mrs. Worth.

"In Camborne, and I work in Stray Park Mine."

"I know nothing of you," observed the lady, "and you may be a drunkard,
or an impostor."

"Madam," replied the miner, with energy, "as I live, I am neither; and
if you will lend me the money, I will return it in four months."

The money was lent, the period of four months elapsed, and, true to his
promise, the poor miner, notwithstanding that bad luck had attended him,
had managed to get the amount borrowed together, and set off on foot
with it. Arriving at Hayle River, he found the tide coming up, but to
save a journey of three miles round by St. Erith Bridge, he resolved to
cross the water, which appeared to him shallow enough for this purpose.
The poor fellow had, however, miscalculated the depth, and was drowned.
When the body was brought to shore, his wife said that he had left home
with three guineas in his pocket for Madam Worth. Search wa