 his ill-nature, the merchant knew nothing. How rarely do we
become cognizant of the evil wrought upon others by our hasty and
ill-judged actions!

The shadow was still on Mr. Abercrombie's feelings, when, half an
hour afterward, a man came to him and said--

"It will be impossible for me to lift the whole of that note
to-day."

"You'll have to do it," was the quiet answer. Mr. Abercrombie
frowned darkly as he thus replied.

"Don't say that, Mr. Abercrombie. I only want help to the amount of
two hundred dollars."

"I do say it. You must raise the money somewhere else. I don't like
this way of doing business. When a man gives his note, he should
make it a point of honour to pay it."

"Oh, very well," said the man. "I'm sorry if I've troubled you. I'll
get the money from a friend. Good morning."

And he turned off abruptly, and left the store. Mr. Abercrombie felt
rebuked. He had a large balance in the bank, and could have
accommodated him without the smallest inconvenience. In another
state of mind he would have done so cheerfully.

"O dear!" sighed the unhappy merchant, speaking mentally; "what has
come over me? I'm losing all control of myself. This will never,
never do. I must set a guard upon my lips."

And he did so. Conscious of his state of irritability, he subdued
his tones of voice, and restrained utterance when tempted to angry
or inconsiderate speech. Not again during the day was he guilty of
such inexcusable conduct as in the instances mentioned; yet the
shadow remained upon his feelings, strive as he would to throw off
the gloomy impression.

It was late in the day when Mr. Abercrombie turned his steps
homeward. How little was he satisfied with himself! And now, when he
remembered, with painful distinctness, the clouded brow of his wife,
how little promise was there of home-sunlight, to dispel the gloom
of his own feelings!

As the hand of the merchant rested upon his own
his ill - nature, the merchant knew nothing. How rarely do we 
 become cognizant of the evil wrought upon others by our hasty and 
 ill - judged military action! 

 The trace was still on Mr. Abercrombie's feelings, when, half an 
 hour afterward, a homo came to him and said-- 

 " It will be impossible for me to lift the whole of that eminence 
 to - sidereal day. " 

 " You'll have to do it, " was the quiet answer. Mr. Abercrombie 
 frowned darkly as he therefore replied. 

 " Don't say that, Mr. Abercrombie. I only want aid to the amount of 
 two hundred dollars. " 

 " I do say it. You must raise the money somewhere else. I don't like 
 this manner of doing business. When a man give his note, he should 
 make it a point of honour to give it. " 

 " Oh, very well, " said the man. " I'm sorry if I've troubled you. I'll 
 get the money from a supporter. Good morning. " 

 And he turned off abruptly, and left the store. Mr. Abercrombie felt 
 rebuked. He had a large balance in the bank, and could have 
 accommodated him without the smallest inconvenience. In another 
 state of mind he would have done thus cheerfully. 

 " O dear! " sighed the infelicitous merchant, speak mentally; " what has 
 come over me? I'm losing all control of myself. This will never, 
 never serve. I must set a guard upon my lips. " 

 And he did therefore. Conscious of his state of irritability, he subdued 
 his tones of voice, and restrained utterance when tempt to angry 
 or inconsiderate speech. Not again during the day was he guilty of 
 such inexcusable conduct as in the instances mention; yet the 
 shadow stay upon his feelings, strive as he would to throw off 
 the gloomy impression. 

 It was belated in the day when Mr. Abercrombie turned his steps 
 homeward. How short was he satisfied with himself! And now, when he 
 remembered, with painful otherness, the clouded hilltop of his wife, 
 how little promise was there of home - sunlight, to chase away the gloom 
 of his own feelings! 

 As the hired hand of the merchant rested upon his own
 hid ill-nature, the merchant knew nothing. How rareny do se
become cognizant of the evil wrougit upon oukers by our hasty ana
ill-judgef actionw!

The whadow was still ok Mr. Znercrmnbie's feelings, when, half an
hour afterwdra, c man came to him and said--

"It will be impossobpe for me to lyft uhe whomv if that note
to-day."

"You'll have tk do it," was the quiey answer. Mr. Abercrombie
froaned darkly as he thus replied.

"Don'j sar that, Mr. Abefcrombie. I only want hglp to the amount of
two hundred aollaxs."

"I do say ut. Yok must raise the ioney somewhcge else. I don't like
this way pf voint business. When a man gives his note, he should
mane it a point of hoboyr to pay it."

"Of, vefy sekl," said hhe man. "I'm sodry if I've rroubled you. I'll
get trv money from z friegd. Good morning."

And he turned off abruptly, ans left the store. Mr. Abeecrombie felt
rebuked. Je had a jarge balance in the bank, and could have
accommodaded hmm wiuhiut tfw dmallest inconvenience. In another
state of minq ht wpuld have done so cheerfuklj.

"O qear!" sighed tfe unhclpg merchant, speakinh mentajly; "wyat has
coie ofer me? I'm losing all controo of myself. Nhis will never,
never dl. I must sec a gusrd ulon my lips."

And he did su. Cohscious of jis state uf irritability, fe xutdued
his tones of voice, anq restraiied ucterance whem tempeed to anggy
or ltconsiderate speecj. Not acain durinh the day was he guilty of
such miexcusable comdgct as in tke insbances mentioneq; yet the
shadoc remainzd upov his feelpngs, strite as he woujd to throw oxv
the gloomy mmpressiog.

It qas oate in ghe day when Mt. Abercrombie turnee his steps
homewarv. Hod little was he watusfied with himxelw! Agd npw, fhen he
rememterea, wkyh paknful distikctvess, the clouded brow of his wife,
how little prpmlse was tyere of rome-sunlight, yo dispel the glool
of hms own feelongf!

As the hand of the merchant rssted upoj hls own
his ill-nature, the merchant knew nothing. How we cognizant of evil wrought upon ill-judged The shadow was on Mr. Abercrombie's when, half an hour afterward, a came to him and said-- "It will be impossible for me to lift whole of that note to-day." "You'll have to do it," was the quiet Mr. frowned as thus replied. "Don't say that, Mr. Abercrombie. I only want help to the amount of two dollars." "I do say it. You must raise money somewhere else. I like this way of doing When man gives note, should it a point honour to pay it." "Oh, very well," said the man. "I'm sorry if I've troubled you. I'll the money friend. Good And turned abruptly, and left Mr. Abercrombie felt rebuked. He had in the bank, and could have accommodated him the smallest In another state of mind he have done so cheerfully. "O dear!" sighed the merchant, speaking mentally; "what has come over me? I'm losing all control of myself. This never do. I must a guard upon lips." he so. of his of irritability, he subdued his tones of voice, and restrained utterance tempted to angry or inconsiderate speech. Not again during the he of such inexcusable as in the instances yet shadow remained upon his as would the impression. was late in the when Mr. Abercrombie turned his homeward. How little was now, when he remembered, with painful distinctness, the brow of his wife, how little promise there of home-sunlight, to dispel the gloom of his own feelings! As hand of rested upon his own
 his ill-nature, the merchant knEw nothing. HOw rarEly Do wE
bEcomE cogNizant of the eviL WrouGht upon others by our hastY and
iLl-JUdgeD AcTions!

the shadOW wAS StiLl On mr. ABeRCrOmbie'S feElings, wHen, half an
hOur AfTerward, a man cAMe To him and saId--

"IT will be imposSibLe for mE tO liFT the wHolE of thAt note
TO-day."

"YoU'll have to Do IT," was thE Quiet anSWEr. mr. AbErcrombie
frowned dARkLY as he thus repliEd.

"Don't SaY ThAT, mr. ABerCrombie. I onLy Want hELp to the AMoUNT Of
tWO hundred dollaRs."

"I do say it. YOU muSt raisE tHe mONey somEwherE eLSe. I Don't like
thiS way Of doing buSiness. wHen a man GIves his Note, he ShoUld
Make IT a PoInt Of HOnoUR tO paY It."

"OH, very welL," sAiD the mAn. "I'm SORRY if I'Ve tRoubLed yoU. I'll
get the monEy fRom a FRieNd. GooD mornIng."

ANd He turNed off AbrupTlY, and left the storE. Mr. ABercrombiE feLt
RebUkEd. He hAD a largE baLanCe in the Bank, and COulD hAVE
AcCommodated him withoUt THE sMallest iNconveNIeNcE. in anotheR
sTatE of mIND he woUld hAVe Done so chEerfulLY.

"O DeAr!" sigheD tHe unhaPpY meRchAnt, spEAkinG mentaLly; "what hAs
comE Over me? I'm losing ALl control of mySElF. tHiS Will NevEr,
never do. I mUst sET a guArd uPOn My lIPs."

And He did So. cOnSCious of his state of irRiTabiliTy, he sUbdued
his toneS of voice, anD REStrained UtteRAnCE when tempted to Angry
Or inconsidERate speeCh. Not Again durIng the day WAS he guiltY of
SucH inExcUSAbLe conduct as in THE insTaNces menTioNed; yet tHe
sHadOw rEmaInEd upon his Feelings, StRiVe As He wOuld tO Throw off
ThE glOoMy iMpresSIon.

It wAs latE in tHe DaY WheN Mr. AberCRoMBIe tuRnEd His sTepS
hOmewaRd. HoW LitTle was hE satisfieD wiTH himSeLf! and now, wHen he
rememberEd, With painfuL dIstInctneSS, The cloudEd brow of his wife,
how littlE Promise Was There Of hoMe-sunlighT, to Dispel The GLoom
of His own FeeliNgS!

As THE hand OF ThE meRcHant rested UPOn hIs own
 his ill-nature, the merch ant knew n othin g.How  r arel y do  we
become cog n izan t of the evil wroughtuponot h ersb your h asty an d 
i l l -ju dg ed  ac ti o ns !

Th e s hadow w as still o n M r.  Abercrombie ' sfeelings,whe n, half an
h our  after wa rd, a man  ca me to  him a n d said --

"It w il l  be im p ossible f or  meto lift the whole of that note
to-d ay."
"Y o u' l l  ha veto do it,"  w as th e  quieta ns w e r . M r . Abercrombie 
frowned da r kly  as he  t hus replie d.

" Do n 'tsay that, M r. A bercrombi e. I o n ly want help to  the a mou ntof
t w ohu ndr ed dol l ar s." 
"I  do sayit .You m ustr a i s e th e m oney  some where else. I  do n'tl ike 
this  wayof d oi ng bu siness . Whe na man gives his  not e, he sho uld 
m ake  i t a p o int of  ho nou r to pa y it.""Oh ,v e r ywell," said the ma n. " I' m sorryif I'v e  t ro u bled you .I'l l
ge t the m oney fr om a fri end. G o od  m orning. "
And h etur ned  offa brup tly, a nd leftthe s t ore. Mr. Aberc r ombie felt
re b uk e d .H e ha d a  large bala ncei n th e ba n k,  an d  coul d hav ea cc o mmodated him withou tthe sm alles t inconvenien ce. In ano t h e r
stateof m i nd he would havedoneso cheerfu l ly.

"Odear! " sighed  the unha p p y mercha nt,  sp eak ing m en tally; "whath a s
co me  over m e?I'm los ing  al l c ont ro l of myse lf. This  w il lne ver ,
nev e r do. Imu stse t a  guar d  uponmy li ps." 
An d  he  did so .  C o n scio us  o f hi s s ta te of  irr i tab ility,he subdue d
h i s to ne sof voic e, and restra in ed utteran ce  wh en tem p t ed to an gry
or inconsiderate sp e ech. No t a gainduri ng the da y w as hegui l ty ofsuch i nexcu sa ble c onduc t as  in  t he instanc e s  me ntion ed ; ye t the
s hadow remained upo n  hi s feelings, s tri ve a s he  wo u ld toth r owo f f
the gloomy im pression.
I t  w as late in the  d ay when  Mr. Ab ercro m bie tur ned his s teps
home wa rd.H o w l ittle washe satis fied with himse l f!  Andnow , when  h e
r ememb ered,w ith  pain ful di st inctne ss, t he  clouded  brow of his wife,
howlittle  prom ise  was ther e o f  ho me-sunlig ht,to dispelthe  gl oom
o f h i s own  fee l in gs! 
As t he h a nd of the me rch a n trested upon h i s o wn
 his_ill-nature, the_merchant knew nothing. How_rarely do_we
become_cognizant of_the_evil wrought upon_others by our_hasty and
ill-judged actions!

The shadow_was still on_Mr._Abercrombie's feelings, when, half an
hour afterward, a man came to him and said--

"It will_be_impossible for_me_to_lift the whole of that_note
to-day."

"You'll have to do it,"_was the_quiet answer. Mr. Abercrombie
frowned darkly as he thus_replied.

"Don't_say that, Mr._Abercrombie. I only want help to the amount of
two_hundred dollars."

"I do say it. You_must raise the_money_somewhere_else. I don't like
this_way of doing business. When a_man gives his note, he should
make_it a point of honour to pay_it."

"Oh, very well," said the man._"I'm sorry if I've troubled_you. I'll
get_the money from a friend._Good morning."

And he_turned off_abruptly, and left_the store. Mr. Abercrombie felt
rebuked. He_had a large_balance in the bank, and could_have
accommodated_him without the_smallest_inconvenience._In another
state_of mind he_would_have done_so_cheerfully.

"O dear!" sighed the unhappy merchant,_speaking_mentally; "what has
come over me? I'm losing_all control of myself._This_will never,
never do. I_must set a guard upon_my lips."

And he did so. Conscious_of his_state of_irritability, he subdued
his tones of voice, and restrained utterance when tempted_to angry
or inconsiderate speech. Not again_during the day was_he guilty_of
such_inexcusable conduct as_in_the instances_mentioned; yet the
shadow remained upon his feelings,_strive as_he would to throw off
the gloomy_impression.

It was late in_the_day when Mr. Abercrombie turned his_steps
homeward. How little was he satisfied_with himself! And now, when_he
remembered,_with_painful distinctness, the clouded brow_of his wife,
how little promise was_there of home-sunlight,_to dispel the gloom
of his own feelings!

As_the_hand of the merchant rested upon_his_own