from an upper window, showing that some one was yet stirring in the house, although the hour was late. While the others sheltered themselves from the raging storm under the lee of the building, Katy knocked softly and timidly at the door. It was opened very promptly by the master of the house, who recognizing Katy at a glance, beckoned her in and motioned her to a chair which stood in the hall.

Katy sat down. No one but the master of the house was visible; but overhead she heard subdued voices and footsteps; and occasionally something like suppressed sobbing reached her ear. There was evidently some sore grief and trouble in that hospitable dwelling, and Katy felt saddened that any sorrow should cast its dark shadow over the home of her benefactor. But whatever the trouble might be, it was not allowed to interfere with the claims of suffering humanity and the duties owing to distressed fugitives. The good Samaritan soon learnt from Katy the cause of her unlooked-for visit, and that she had a weary, travel-worn band of escaped slaves under her guidance, who were waiting outside until she made known the facts of the case to her former helper and friend.

The sorrow-stricken farmer at once rose, lighted his dark lantern and piloted Katy and her companions to the well-remembered hay-mow, where they gladly welcomed the rest and shelter it afforded them. On the way thither the good man disclosed to Katy the nature of the deep sorrow which had

invaded his household. One of his much-loved and beautiful daughters, who on the former occasion was gay and sprightly in the full vigour of blooming health, and who with her equally lovely sister had with all loving-kindness washed the feet of Katy's toil-worn grandchildren, and anointed and bound then up so tenderly, had been smitten with disease and death; and her heart-broken mother and sister, with other weeping friends, were now gathered around the bed of the dying one, awaiting the momeit when the purified spirit should wing its flight to the regions of immortality and eternal life. Katy's sou sympathized deeply in this heart-sorrow of her kin benefactor and his family. And she felt it all the more that while this load of grief was pressing on is spirit he was kindly ministering to the wants of is nocturnal visitors, furnishing them with dry clohes and suitable food, with warm water and bardages to apply to their torn and bleeding feet. Nohing was forgotten. Surely there are some to be found who are the true followers of the dear, loving Saiour who hath left us an example, that we should folow His steps.

As the day broke on the following morning the fodly-cherished daughter passed away from amongst th living, leaving a deeply afflicted family to mourn ovr the inroad which death had made in their loing circle. But when the spirit left its earthly taernacle Katy and her companions, under the safe caduct of their benefactor's two sons, were well on

their way in comfortable vehicles towards their next resting-place. Two or three days later the whole party was safe in the city of Philadelphia, and the heroic Katy felt herself abundantly compensated for all the anxieties and sufferings of the last twenty years, when she could rejoice over her unbroken circle of children and grandchildren in the home of the free.

II.

The Gunpowder Plot.

He, the strong one and the manly, with the vassal's garb and hue,
Holding still his spirit's birthright, to his highest nature true;
Hiding deep the strengthening purpose of a free man in his heart,
As the greegree holds his Fetich from the white man's gaze apart.
Ever foremost of his comrades, when the driver's morning horn
Calls away to stifling mill-house, to the fields of cane and corn;
Yet his brow is always thoughtful, and his eye is hard and stern;
Slavery's last and humblest lesson he has never deigned to learn.
WHITTIER.

HE island of Antigua is an interesting spot in connexion with Methodist history; for it was here that, through

a long series of Providential circumstances, the first Methodist Church was established in the West Indies. For three

years I exercised my ministry within its shores; during which time I became acquainted with the facts embodied in the following narrative.

It is well known that, during the prevalence of slavery in the West Indies, the planters and other residents of those Colonies were constantly apprehensive of insurrection on the part of the slaves, and a repetition among themselves of the appalling scenes that occurred in San Domingo at the close of the last

century. These morbid fears, although often greatly exaggerated, were not altogether unfounded; for among the more intelligent and ambitious of the Negroes were men always brooding over their wrongs, and ready to enter into any schemes that held out to them the prospect of redress and freedom. Many plots were discovered from time to time, which served to show that, in those lovely and fertile regions of perpetual summer, where the white and free inhabitants bore but a small proportion to the slaves, they were very much in the condition of those who live upon the crust of a seething volcano.

In the year 1728, the whole island of Antigua was panic-stricken by the discovery of a conspiracy among the slaves, the ramifications of which, for aught that could be ascertained, might extend to every part of the country. The alarm was universal, until it finally transpired that the movement had not extended beyond the slaves of one plantation, which belonged to a Mr. Crump. Eight of the principal offenders were sentenced to be sold away from the country, and to suffer the penalty of death if ever they returned to it; and it was generally believed that thus the conspiracy and the conspirators had been effectually disposed of.

This, however, was not the case. The banished slaves had kept their own counsel, and made no mention of others who were as deeply implicated as themselves. These amounted to a considerable number; who, after everything had become quiet,