In one of our largo citios a fire broke out in u loftly dwelliuff. It was near inidnight, and the flamea had mude headway before tbey were discovcred. Tho ire companies rallied ; the inmates escaped in affright ; and tbc firemcn worked witb a will to subdue the flatnes. ïhe ■smoke had become so thick that the outines of the house wcre scarcely visible and the fiery element was raging with 'earfnl power, when a piercing cry thrilled all hearta, as they learned that tbete was yet one person enslaved within the building. In ft moment a ladder was swung through the llames and plantod against tho heftted wulls, and a brave fireman rushed up its rounds to the rpscue. Overcuuie by the hissing fiamos before him, he haltod and soemed to hesitatu It was an avví'ul scone. A lif'e hung in the balance and each moment was an age. " Cheer him ! " shouted a voice froni the crowd ; and a wild " hurrab ! " burst like a tempest from the beholding niultitudo. The cheer did tlia work; and the brave fireman went upward, amid smoke and flarne, and in a moment he descended with the rescued ono in bis arms. Friend, brother, wben you see a brave soul battling with temptation, struggling under the cross, rushing forward to rescne dying men, and yet fearing in an hour of veakness, or a moment ofperil then " cheer him ? "