h alacrity, a hired carriage was at the door, Arthur and
Sally entered it and she returned home no more.

The grief of her parents was very great when they knew that she had left
them, and they anxiously waited for some tidings of her whereabouts, but
no tidings came. For a time remittances of money came regularly, but
these suddenly stopped, and their only means of subsistence was gone.

The articles of furniture were disposed of one by one, to supply the
cravings of appetite, but they were soon exhausted, and one morning saw
them placed in a cart and taken to the workhouse. They had both been
gradually sinking since Sally's flight, and it was but a short time
after the removal from their home, that the parish hearse removed them
to the last home of all flesh in this world. The fact of their ever
having existed seemed to be almost forgotten, when a painful tragedy
revived it in the minds of those who had known them. When newspapers
gave the distressing account of a young woman having leaped from London
Bridge into the river, bearing in her arms a little babe. They were
taken out quite dead, and on being searched, a piece of paper with the
following words written upon it was all that was found.

'Let my dreadful fate be a warning to the young. I was young and
beautiful,--I became proud and ambitious,--I ceased to lend an ear to
the kind counsel of my parents,--I ceased to look upon sin with
abhorence,--I sought pleasure in iniquity,--the torments of hell can be
no worse than those I have endured, my seducer lives to make other
victims,--my babe dies with me, lest it should ever live to know its
parent's shame,--I go to meet my God,--a Murderess and a Suicide. My
only hope is in His unbounded mercy, and the intercession of His Son.
SALLY GREEN.

Reader, does not this little story teach a moral? I think it does. Be
not proud of the personal attractions with which nature has blessed you.
Shun evil company,--obey your parents, and fear God always. Sally
Green's case is not an isolated one. There are thousands at the present
moment, who are pressing on in the same path that terminated so
dreadfully for her. Watch and pray, lest it should be your unhappy lot
to be described in old Tip's expressive words, as 'One amang th' rest.'

What's yor Hurry?

Ther's nowt done weel 'ud's done in a hurry, unless its catchin a flea,
aw've heeard sed, but Joa Trailer wod'nt ha believed 'at that should be
done in a hurry, for h