opened by a very respectable middle-aged woman. He proceeded to an inner room, where an old man was sitting, reading the Bible. He made as earnest an appeal as he could for the friend he had left in the road; but the thought of having such a burden upon them, (for they were rather poor,) seemed more than they could bear. Now, whether the old gentleman happened to be reading in Matthew, the passage, “Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of the least of these, ye did it unto me,” I cannot say; but he did not hesitate long. “Let him come in,” said he; “we will do the best we can for him.” Here, then, new courage came to him, and, with the utmost exertion, he reached the door. The _table_ was spread for the evening meal; and such a sight our “little soldier” had not seen since he left his father’s house, where was “bread enough and to spare.” He has been heard to say often, that at no other period in his life, was he ever so much overcome, as at the sight of that table! He wept and sobbed like an infant. The utmost caution was needed, or he would no doubt have sacrificed his life in the indulgence of his appetite. At this house he remained several weeks,――and I would to God that this account might fall into the hands of some of the descendants of that pious family. The man was named Thomas Cowles. A maiden daughter kept the house, and took care of her father. They were unwearied in their attentions to the invalid, and he began to recruit at once. His companion came on to their native place, and a brother of the sick soldier immediately started on horseback for him, with money to remunerate the family who had shown him so much kindness. When the young soldier came to take his leave, which he did with many tears, the good people refused all compensation. Now, I hope, Mr. Merry, some of your young readers will know why this was. Our “little soldier” loved and feared God. They had taken “sweet counsel together,” and felt that they had their reward. Many years after these events occurred, and after the little traveller had been in the service of his Divine Master a long time, an opportunity was given to send to this daughter, who had survived her father several years. With deep emotion he took from his library a handsome volume, and presented it to Miss Cowles, with the simple quotation, “I was a stranger, and ye took me in.” Should any one of the name meet with this account――a branch of that family――“may the Lord bless them seven fold,” for their father’s sake. A SOLDIER’S DAUGHTER. ―――― To make room for the remainder of the story of “The Little Soldier,” we are obliged to defer our Correspondence until the next number. The Goldfinch.