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to him. I remember, though I never was a very mechanical fellow, the pleasure I used to enjoy building my saw-mills, in making shoe-heel bricks, in watching the operations of the various village tradesmen, and in erecting our rabbit-cotes and dove-cotes.

I remember, too, the delight with which I used to erect water-mills. Wherever I found a little descent- —a good spout of water in the brook or the ditches—there I set down two forked sticks, got an old tin bottom, and cutting nicks all round the circumference, turned one piece one way, and the next another; thus alternating them all round, so as to form a broad surface for the water to play upon. In the centre of this mill-wheel, I then punched a hole, and putting another stick through for an axle, laid it across the two forked sticks; and the stream spouting upon it, kept it spinning and fizzing and spurting the water round gloriously. These mills I used to visit occasionally, to see that all was right; and there they were spinning away for weeks and months together.

But a really clever lad, with a mechanical turn, not only gathers present pleasure, but lays up a good deal of really valuable knowledge. The simple and patriarchal state of society in old-fashioned villages and small towns, allows him to go and see all that is going on. He watches the different artisans at their labours, and makes friends amongst them; so that he can go and hammer and saw and file to his heart's content. It is true, that more and higher kinds of mechanical operations may be seen in large towns and cities, but then a boy has rarely the same easy access to them, nor can he be suffered to go amongst the workmen with the same confidence that he will be welcome, and that he will not be in the way of evil communication.

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Charles Botham, a young relative of mine, who lived in a small town in Staffordshire, was the most perfect example of what enjoyment and advantage a boy may derive from mechanical amusements that I ever knew. He was a fine active lad, of a frank and intelligent disposition, that made him an universal favourite. quite at home in the yards and shops of ropemakers, carpenters, blacksmiths, watchmakers, turners, and I know not how many trades besides. When he was a little lad of not more than four years old, he used to sit on the hearth-rug of an evening, or of a winter's day, cutting little logs of wood with his knife into wind-mills, boats, and ships. The boats and ships that he made from that time till he was grown quite a youth—some of which still remain—were acknowledged by every one to be admirable. Some were made before he had ever seen a real ship, from pictures of them; and, though not so correct as they otherwise would have been, were very surprising. When he had actually seen ships, and become familiar with all the parts of them, he constructed some which were more correct, even to the smallest piece of rope, so that the most experienced seaman could not detect a single error. One of these ships we have now in our possession—a very beautiful thing.

But ships were only one kind of his mechanical productions. Whatever he wanted for his own amusements, he made with the utmost ease. His fishing-rods were of his own making, even to the iron-ferrules; his lines were of his own making too. Having got some silk from his mother, he ran off to the rope-yard, and soon came back with beautiful lines of his own twisting. He made his own little wheel-barrows, garden-rake, and other tools. At the joiner's, he made all kinds of little boxes for his mother and sisters ; at the shoemaker's, he learned to make shoes; at the watchmaker's, he learned to make an actual clock of wood; and then, from a drawing in an encyclopædia, proceeded to construct, with the utmost accuracy, a perambulator-an instrument to measure distances.

When a very little fellow, if he got a sarcenet-roller from a draper, he would cut it into short lengths, and carve it with his knife into little wind-mills of the most perfect construction. They were not such mills as rise in a regular cone from the base, but of that kind which are built of wood, and stand upon a stout pillar and frame, on which they are turned to the wind as it may vary. They had their sails, doors, window-holes and steps, all constructed with the nicest accuracy. He used to make for the kitchen spill-boards, rolling-pins, towel-rollers, toasting-forks; and could work in wire, of which he made two beautiful bird-cages. When he was ten or twelve years of age, I first became acquainted with him; and then he had his own little shop over the stable, with his turning-lathe and tools of all sorts ; and he never was so happy as when he found out that he could make anything for you. A screw nutcrack, a wafer-seal, tobaccostopper, a snuff-box, a set of nine-pins, anything, he was ready to make for his different acquaintances. Going on a visit to a relative of his, who was a large farmer, he set to work and mended up rakes, forks, flails, gates, posts, rails, the paling of the garden-everything, in fact, that wanted doing.

If a lock was out of order, he soon had it off, and put to rights ; in short, there was no mechanical job that he was not master of, and could not quickly accomplish, to the astonishment of the family. Had he been thrown, like Robinson Crusoe, on an uninhabited island, he would have speedily out-Crusoed Crusoe himself, and surrounded himself with protection from the elements, and domestic comforts. To such a lad as this, it is astonishing how all odds and ends of things become treasures-nothing is lost; bits of wood, scraps of leather, tin, iron, old nails, screws, &c., are hoarded up, and turn, in his hands, into things of account. This fine lad had a box full of old watch-springs, bits of chain, hooks, buttons, wires—anything and everything—which were of essential use at the right season.


I left my love in England,

In poverty and pain,
The tears hung heavy in my eyes,

But hers came down like rain !
I gave her half of all I had,

Repressed the rising sigh,
For, thinking of the days to come,

I kept my courage high.
• Oh, farewell !' I said ; ‘if seasons pass,

And sunshine follows rain,
And morning dawns on darkest night,

You'll see me back again.'

I left my love in England,

And sailed the stormy sea,
To earn my bread by daily toil,

An honest man and free.

I wrought and strove from morn to night,

And saved my little store,
And every summer gave me wealth,

And made the little more.
Oh ! at length I bought the field I ploughed,

The sunshine followed rain,
The morning dawned on that dark night,

And I went back again.

I sought my love in England,

And brought her o'er the sea ;
A happy man, a happy wife,

To bless my home and me.
My farm is large, my wants are small,

I bid my care depart,
And sit beneath my own oak-tree,

With proud, yet grateful heart.
Oh! the children smiling round the board

Ne'er asked for bread in vain :
The day has dawned upon the night,

The sun has followed rain.



There is, in the first place, the extremely agreeable state into which one is every now and then put by personal contact with the dog, whose kindness, leading him to a very familiar intercourse, causes your clothes to be some times embroidered in the herring-bone fashion with his

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