Praying For His Country

Tbcre is a fine story of Prof. Woods, president of the Waterville College twenty yetn go, that a clergyman in Maine told ine. You know the president's sympatüies wcre notoriously with the south in the war, and the boys were not slow to comment on it. One morning when Prer. came nto prayers he was astonishftd to find every man Jack of the fellows in bis place, and uil as quiet as stone griffins. He took his ofaail as usual, and he must hare feit a cold chili run down his back from the way in which ejrerybody looked at him." "He'd feel that," interrupted Percy, " froni the chapel. It is always colder than the tonibs." " He was no sooner seated," resumed the other, "than bis eye caught a great sinn stretched across the front of the organ loft on the opposite end of the chapel, with the words ' Pray for the country,' in letters a yard high. He read the Scripture, as usual, and then tartd in on the prayer Kinid an awful stillness, such as nevcr was pxperienced at college prayere before or isince. He got along to the phrases with which he was accustomed to close, and not a word about the country. Tben therc was a sort of dull niurniur among the boys. Nobody made any noitn; in particular, you know, but tbere was it kind of etir. The president didu't darc liold out any longer, lor the pressure of that body of boys with all the moral sentiment of tbc country behind them was too treiuendous for even hitt will ; he gave in, and prayed for the i-oiintry witb the utmost ftrvor." l'etcr Stephen DujKinceau, who camo from France to this country as private secretary to Baron Steuben, was admitted to the bar in the year 1 785. His aciuaintaoce with the languages of continental Kurope secured him a large ]ractice, which did not prevent hi payinK much attontiun to the learncd sociciii of whifli hc was a prouiiuunt uieuiber. A voung nian callcd OU him for nlvicr, and began his story thus : ''Mr. Duponceau, niy father died, ;ind uiadc a will." " ís it possible'.'" said Mr. Duponwau, " I never heard of mob a tliin !" "1 thought it happencd every day," said the cliënt. "This is tbc first case of the kind tliat I eter heard of," said Mr. Duponceau. " Well," said the young man, " if there is Hkely to be any trouble about it, 1 had bettr give you a fee. " Which he did. "Oh," said Mr. Duponoeau, " not I think I koow what you mean. You mean that your fatber made a will and died. Yen, yes, that must be it. That must be it."