You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Archbishop of

Armagh. I will tell you something about his early childhood. He was

born in Dublin, in the year 1580, and when a little boy he was fond of

reading. He lived with his two aunts who were born blind, and who

acquired much knowledge of the Scriptures by hearing others read the

Scriptures and other good books. At seven years of age he was sent to

n Dublin; at the end of five years he was superior in study to

any of his school fellows, and was thought fully qualified to enter

the college at Dublin.

While he was at college he learned to play at cards, and he was so

much taken up with this amusement that both his learning and piety

were much endangered. He saw the evil tendency of playing cards, and

at once relinquished the practice entirely. When he was nine years

old, he heard a sermon preached which made a deep impression on his

mind. From that time he was accustomed to habits of devotion. He loved

to pray, and felt that he could not sleep quietly without first

commending himself to the care of his Heavenly father for protection.

When he was fourteen years old, he began to think about partaking of

the Lord's supper. He thought this act to be a very solemn and

important one, and required a thorough preparation. On the afternoon

previous to the communion, he would retire to some private place for

self examination and prayer. When he was but sixteen years of age, he

obtained such a knowledge of chronology as to have commenced the

annals of the Old and New Testaments, which were published many years

after, and are now a general standard of reference.

When his father died, he being the eldest son, the paternal estate was

left to him to manage. But as he feared it would occupy to much of his

time and attention, he gave it entirely to his brother and sisters,

reserving only enough for his books and college expenses. At the age

of twenty he entered the ministry, and seven years after was chosen a

professor in the University of Dublin. In 1640, he visited England at

the time of the commencement of the rebellion; all his goods were

seized by the popish party, except some furniture in his house, and

his library at Drogheda, which was afterwards sent to London. He bore

his loss with submission, but he never returned to Ireland. He had

many trials to endure on account of the troublous times in England,

(it being the time of civil wars.) In 1646 he received a kind

invitation from the Countess of Peterborough to reside in one of her

houses, which proposal he accepted and lived in one of them till his

death, in 1665. By the direction of Cromwell he was buried in

Westminster Abbey.