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of having received this kind assistance from a youth he had treated so badly, and heartily repented of his behaviour. Philip went home quite satisfied, to think he had assisted one he did not love, and from pure motives of tenderness and humanity. "This, said he is the noblest vengeance I could take, in returning good for evil."

BERQUIN.

SECTION IX.

Flora and her little Lamb.

1. A POOR Countryman's little daughter, whose name was Flora, was one morning sitting by the side of the road, holding on her lap a pan of milk for her breakfast, into which she was breaking some bits of coarse black bread.

2. While Flora was thus busily employed at her breakfast, a farmer was passing the road with his cart in which were about twenty lambs, and these he was going to carry to the market for sale. These pretty little lambs were tied together like so many criminals, and lay with their legs fastened with cords, and their heads hanging down. Their plaintive bleatings pierced the heart of poor Flora, but they had no manner of effect on the farmer.

3. As soon as he came opposite to the place where little Flora was sitting, he threw down to her a lamb, which he was carrying across his shoulder, saying, "There, my girl, is a poor sorry creature that has just died, and made me some shillings poorer than I was. You take it, if you

will, and do what you like with it."

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4. Flora put down her milk and bread, and taking up the lamb, viewed it with looks of tenderness and compassion. "But why should I pity you? (said she to the lamb.) Either this day or to-morrow they would have run a great knife through your throat, whereas now you have nothing to fear."

5. While she was thus speaking, the warmth of her arms somewhat revived the lamb, which opening its eyes a little, made a slight motion, and cried baa in a very low tone, as if it were calling for its mother. It would be impossible to express little Flora's joy on this occasion.

6. She covered the lamb in her apron, and over that put her stuff petticoat; she then bent her breast down towards her lap, in order to increase the warmth, and blew into its

mouth and nostrils with all the force she could. By degrees, the poor animal began to stir, and every motion it made conveyed joy to her little heart.

7. This success encouraged her to proceed: she crumbled some of her bread into her pan, and taking it up in her fingers, she with no small difficulty forced it between its teeth, which were very firmly closed together. The lamb, whose only disorder was hunger and fatigue, began to feel the effects of this nourishment. It first began to stretch out its limbs, then to shake its head, wag its tail, and at last to prick up its ears.

8. In a little time it was able to stand upon its legs, and then went off itself to Flora's breakfast pan, who was highly delighted to see it take such pleasing liberties, for she cared not about losing her own breakfast, since it saved the life of the little lamb. In short, in a little time it recovered its usual strength, and began to skip and play about its kind deliverer.

9. It may naturally be supposed, that Flora was greatly pleased at this unexpected success. She took it up in her arms, and ran with it to the cottage to show it to her mother. He baba, for so Flora called it, became the first object of her care, and it constantly shared with her in her little allowance of bread and milk, which she received for her meals.

10. Indeed so fond was she of it that she would not have exchanged it for a whole flock. Nor was baba insensible of the fondness of its little mistress, since it would follow her wherever she went, would come and eat out of her hand, skip and frisk round her, and would bleat most piteously, whenever Flora was obliged to leave it at home.

11. Baba, however, repaid the services of its little mistress in a more substantial manner, than that of merely dancing about her; for it brought forth young lambs, those lambs grew up, and brought forth others; so that, within the space of a few years, Flora had a very capital flock, that furnished the whole family with food and raiment. Such, my little readers, are the rewards which Providence bestows on acts of goodness, tenderness and humanity.

BERQUIN.

SECTION X.

The fruitful Vine.

1. It was in the beginning of the spring, when Mr. Jackson went to his country house, and took with him his little son Június, in order to treat him with a walk in the garden. The primroses and violets were then displaying all their beauties, and many trees had begun to show what dress they were soon to wear.

2. After walking some time about the garden, they happened to go into the summer-house, at the foot of which grew the stump of a vine, which twisted widely, and extended its naked branches in a rude and irregular manner. As soon as little Junius saw this tree, he exclaimed sadly against the ugly appearance it made, and began to exert all his strength to pull it up, but he found his efforts in vain, it being too well rooted to yield to his weak arm.

3. He begged his papa to call the gardener to grub it up, and make fire-wood of it; but Mr. Jackson desired his son to let the tree alone, telling him that he would, in a few months, give him his reasons for not complying with his request.

4. This did not satisfy Junius, who desired his father to look at those lively crocusses, and snow-drops, saying, he could not see why that barren stump should be kept, which did not produce a single green leaf. He thought it spoiled and disfigured the garden, and therefore begged his father would permit him to fetch the gardener to pluck it up.

5. Mr. Jackson, who could not think of granting him his request, told him, that it must stand as it then was, at least for some time to come. Little Junius still persisted in his entreaties, urging how disgraceful it was to the garden; but his father diverted his attention from the vine, by turning the conversation.

6. It so happened, that Mr. Jackson's affairs called him to a different part of the country, whence he did not return till the middle of autumn. He no sooner came home, than he paid a visit to his country-house, taking little Junius with him. As the day happened to be exceedingly warm, they retired to enjoy the benefit of the shade, and entered the arbour, in which the vine stump had before so much offended his son Junius.

7. "Ah! papa, said the young gentleman, how charming and delightful is this green shade? I am much obliged

to you for having that dry and ugly stump plucked up, which I found so much fault with when we were here last, and for putting in its place this beautiful plant; I suppose you did it in order to give me an agreeable surprise. How delightful and tempting the fruit looks!

8. What fine grapes! some purple, and others almost black. I see no tree in the garden that looks in so blooming a state. All have lost their fruit; but this fine one seems in the highest perfection. See how it is loaded! See those wide spreading leaves that hide the clusters. If the fruit be as good as it appears beautiful, it must be delicious."

9. Little Junius was in raptures when he tasted one of the grapes, which his father gave him: and still more when he informed him that from such fruit was made that delicious liquor, which he sometimes tasted after dinner. The little fellow was quite astonished on hearing his father talk thus; but he was far more surprised, when Mr. Jackson told him, that all those fine leaves and delicious fruit, grew from that very crooked and misshapen stump, with which he had been so angry in the spring.

10. His father then asked him, if he should now order the gardener to pluck it up, and make fire-wood of it. Junius was much confused; but after a short silence, told his papa, that he would rather see every other tree in the garden cut down than that, so beautiful were its leaves, and so delicious its fruit.

11. As Mr. Jackson was a man of good sense, he thus moralized on this occasion. "You see then my dear, said he, how imprudently I should have acted had I followed your advice, and cut down this tree. Daily experience convinces us, that the same thing happens frequently in the commerce of this world, which has in this instance misled you.

12. When we see a child badly clothed, and of an unpleasing external appearance, we are too apt to despise him, and grow conceited on comparing ourselves with him; and sometimes even go so far as cruelly to address him in haughty and insulting language. But beware my dear boy, how you run into errors by forming too hasty a judgment.

13. It is possible, that in a person so little favoured by fortune, may dwell an exalted soul, which may one day astonish the world with the greatness of its virtues, or enlighten it with knowledge. The most rugged stem may

produce the most delicious fruit, while the straight and stately plant may be worthless and barren.

14. Sweet contemplation to pursue,
Behold a rural scene in view,

The bleating herds, the lowing kine,
The spreading oak, the tow'ring pine,
The air from noxious vapours free,
Whilst squirrels trip from tree to tree,
And the sweet songsters hover round,
Fruits, herbs and flowers enrich the ground,
And each their various fruits produce,
Some for delight, and some for use.

15. Behold, O youth! this scene, and see,
What nature's God hath given thee.
With wonder view his great designs,
In which superior wisdom shines;
Revere his name, admire his love,
And raise thy thoughts to worlds above.

SECTION XI.

BERQUIN.

Crazy Lemuel and the Mischievous Boys.

1. In New York lived a crazy person, whose name was Lemuel. Whenever he went out he put four or five wigs on his head at once, and as many muffs upon each of his arms. Though he had unfortunately lost his senses, yet he was not mischievous, unless wicked boys played tricks with him, and put him in a passion.

2. Whenever he appeared in the streets, all the idle boys would surround him, crying, "Lem! Lem! how do you sell your wigs and your muffs?" Some boys were of such mischievous dispositions as to throw dirt and stones at him. Though the unfortunate man generally bore all this treatment very quietly, yet he would sometimes turn about in his own defence, and throw among the rabble that followed him, any thing that came in his way.

3. A contest of this nature happened one day near the house of Mr. Denton, who, hearing a noise in the street, went to the window, and with much regret saw his son James concerned in the fray. Displeased at the sight he shut down the sash, and went into another room.

4. When they were at dinner, Mr. Denton asked his son who the man was, with whom he and the other boys in the street seemed to be so pleasingly engaged. James said it was the crazy man whom they called Lem. On his father asking him what had occasioned that misfortune, he replied,

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