For many a year did the same man sweep a certain street - crossing in Hampstead. Through all seasons and in all weathers, there he was, sweeping and taking such gratuities as were given him. Time wore away, and he came to be eighty years old. fie appeared at his post no more. A lady district visitor looked him op at his lodgings. What a picture of squalid destitution. No fire, no food, no friends. Wife and family he had none— never had. The poor old fellow was perishing of starvation, of want. Some money was raised for his benefit and he was removed to a London Hospital. Here he lay several weeks sinking daily. One night he was clearly very low. Near him stood one of the hospital physicians and a nurae. Seeing him dutch nervously at bis pillow, the nurse, supposing the patient desired to be raised up, put his arm beneath him to perform that service. In doing so the nurse's hand came in contact with an object which he withdrew. As it was laid aside the old man perceived what had been done, lifted his skeleton frame partially from the bed, and. trembling with excitement, eaid in a shrill whisper. "Ah, my treasure, -my treasure' It's gone, all gone, and I'm going too ! " and sank back dead. The bag oontained £500 in notes — the saving's of his miserly life. And he, there, dead of starvation, even more than of age. Well, what of it? you say. The wretched old man was better dead than alive. Qaite so, bnt most human events have a moral, a lesson, about them, if we keep an eye out for them. What, for example, can we learn from the following facts ?— One night about ten years ago a man whose name we can furulsh went to bed as usual, apparently in good health and spirits. A few hours later, he lay unconacious on the floor. In explanation he stated that he had been seized, suddenly, with a pain of such violence that he was compelled to rise, — a pain in the chest. After riping he lost his senses and sank down on the spot where he stood. His wife, aroused by the noise, struck a light and Baw her husband in that situation. 