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books, because young persons are, to some extent, chameleon-like. They are apt to take a tinge from the company they keep; so they may from the books they read.
6. It is not enough merely to read books. Care must be taken how we read them. One class of readers may be compared to the hourglass. Their reading is like the sand; it runs in, and it runs out, and leaves no vestige behind.
7. Another class is like the sponge ; it imbibes every thing, and returns it nearly in the same state, only a little more impure. A few are like the filter, which allows all that is pure to pass through it, and retains only the refuse and dregs.
PRIDE AND THE POPPIES.
1. “ We little Red-caps are among the corn,
Merrily dancing at early morn.
2. 6 We pay no price for our summer coats,
Like those slavish creatures, Barley and Oats ;
3. “ Who dare thrash us, we should like to know'
Grind us, and bag us, and use us so!
So stupidly bend to utility!"
Of the Poppy clan raised a mighty shout-
5. So the Poppy folks flaunted it over the field;
In pride of grandeur, they nodded and reeled,
But a wide, wide shimmer of scarlet and green. 6. The Bluebottle sat on her downy stalk,
Quietly smiling at all their talk.
7. Forth went the reapers, a right merry band;
The sickles were glancing in each strong land:
On his gay little pony, ʼmid whistle and song. 8. u We'll cut this barley to-day," quoth he,
As he tied his white pony under a tree;
9. Ay, shook with laughter, not fear; for they
Never dreamed they too should be swept away;
Their “useful ” neighbors were doomed to fall. 10. They swelled and bustled with such an air,
The cornfields quite in commotion were ;
11. “Ha! ha!” laughed the Red-caps ; “ha! ha!
what a fuss Must the poor weeds be in! how they're envy.
ing us !”
But their mirth was cut short by the sturdy
12. “ Ah!” said the Bluebottle, “my dying friends,
The same dire fate alike attends
13.“ Our friends the Red-caps! How low they lie,
Who were lately so pert, and vain, and high!
Are we now a whit more humble than they? 14. “ They scorned our neighbors ; the goodly
But a word of thanks they never have said. 15. “ And which is the worthiest now, I pray?
Have ye not learned enough to-day?
And are not the poppies left dying there? 16. “ The corn will be carried and garnered up To gladden man's heart both with loaf and
cup; And some of the seed the land now yields Will be brought again to its native fields, –
17 “ And grow and ripen and wave next year,
As richly as this hath ripened here;
18. “ But let us be thankful and humble too;
Not proud and vain of a gaudy hue;
1. In comparing modern with ancient manners, we are disposed to compliment ourselves upon the point of gallantry which we are supposed to pay to females, as females.
2. I shall believe this principle actuates our conduct, when I see in the nineteenth century of the era from which we date our civility, the same attention paid to age as to youth, to homely features as to handsome, to coarse complexion as to clear; to the woman as she is a woman, not as she is a beauty, a fortune, or a title.
3. I shall believe this principle actuates our conduct, when I see that a well-dressed gentleman, in a well-dressed company, can advert to the topic of female old age without exciting a sneer. I shall believe that this principle actuates our conduct, when the phrase, “antiquated spinster," pronounced in good company, shall raise immediate offence in the man or woman that shall hear it spoken.
4. I shall believe that gallantry is something better than a name, when we shall cease to hear by the wayside, in the street, in the mart, or in the turbulent crowd, remarks that offend the ear of delicacy.
5. And finally, I shall begin to think that gallantry is something, when, even in the fashionable lecture room, no allusions shall be made, either in reference to the condition or age of any class of females, which do excite, and are intended to excite, a smile.
6. Until that day comes, I never shall believe that gallantry is any thing better than a conventional fiction, got up between the sexes, in a certain rank and at a certain time of life, in which both find their account equally.
7. Joseph Paxton, of Breadstreet Hill, merchant,
and one of the directors of the South Sea Company, was the only pattern of consistent gallantry I have ever met with. He took me under his protection at an early age, and bestowed some pains upon me. I owe to his precepts and example whatever there is of the gentleman in my composition. It was not his fault that I did not profit more.
8. He was bred a Presbyterian, and brought up a merchant, and was the finest gentleman of his time.
9. He had not one system of attention to females in the drawing room and another in the shop, and still another at the stall. I do not mean that he made no distinction; but he never lost sight of sex, or overlooked it in the casualties of a disadvantageous situation.
10. I have seen him stand bareheaded smile, if you please — while a poor servant girl has been inquiring of him the way to some street, in such a position of unforced civility as neither to embarrass her in the acceptance, nor himself in the offer of it.
11. He was no dangler after women, but he reverenced womanhood in every form in which it came before him. 12. I have seen him
nay, smile not
tenderly escorting a market woman, whom he had encountered in a storm, holding his umbrella over her poor basket of fruit, that it might receive no harm, with as much cheerfulness as if she had been a countess.
13. He was never married, but, in his youth, he had paid his addresses to the beautiful Susan Walsingham, old Walsingham's daughter, of Clopton, who, dying in the early days of their courtship, confirmed him in the resolution of perpetual bachelorship.
14. He told me that he had been one day treating his mistress with a profusion of civil speeches, the