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“ What is admirable ? " asked his wife.

Why, the lesson I gave our friend Barton, yesterday, works admirably.

66 How so?

6. “ Why, two of our cows were in his cornfield, a few minutes ago, destroying the corn at a rapid rate."

• Well, what did he do to them?” she asked, in a quick, anxious tone.

« He drove them out."
“ Did he stone them, or beat them ?"

He was gentle as a child towards them. Now, suppose I had got angry and beaten his hogs yesterday, what do you think the result would have been ? Why, probably one or both of our cows would have been, at this moment, in the condition of Mr. Mellon's old brindle.”

8. “I wish you would'nt say any thing more about old brindle,” Mrs. Gray said, trying to laugh, while her face grew red in spite of her efforts to keep down her feelings.

" It is such a good illustration that I cannot help using it, sometimes.'

9. “ I am glad he did'nt hurt the cows,” Mrs. Gray said, after a pause. “ It is certainly the best policy to keep fair weather with him, for a man of his temper could annoy us a great deal.”

10. “ That word policy, Sally, is not a good word. It conveys a thoroughly selfish idea. Now, we ought to look for some higher motive of action than mere policy. Mr. Barton, in nine cases out of ten, in these outbreaks of a naturally hasty temper, is a greater sufferer from them than any one else. We should desire to aid him in the correction of this evil, rather than merely to protect ourselves from its effects. 11. « In all our actions towards him and

every one else, we should be governed by the simple con

sideration - Is it right? If a spirit of retaliation is not right, then it cannot be indulged without a mutual injury. It should never, then, prompt us to action.

12. “ If cows or hogs get into my field or garden, and destroy my property, the fault is mine. I should have kept my fences in better repair, or my gate closed. I ought not to injure the animals simply because it would be wrong to do so. This is the principle upon which we should act, and not from any selfish policy.”

13. After this there was no more trouble about Farmer Gray's geese or cattle. From that time forth he never had better neighbor than the shoemaker. The cows, and hogs, and geese of both would occasionally trespass; but the trespassers were always kindly removed.

14. The lesson was not lost on either of them; for even Farmer Gray used to feel sometimes a little annoyed when his neighbor's cattle broke into his field; but in teaching the shoemaker a lesson, he had taken a little of it to himself.

THE BOY OF HEAVEN.

1. ONE summer eve, seven little boys

Were playing at the ball ;
Seven little boys so beautiful,

Beside a castle wall.

2. And whilst they played, another came

And stood among them there;
A little boy with gentle eyes,
And thick and curling hair.

3. The clothes he on his body wore

Were linen, fine and white;
The girdle that was round his waist

Was like the morning light.

4. A little while he looked on them

Looked lovingly, and smiled;
When unto him the eldest said,

66 Whence comest thou, fair child ?

5. 66 And tell us what wild woodland name

Has unto thee been given ?“ My name was Willie, when on earth ;

They call me so in heaven.

6. “ Seven years ago, to heaven I went;

'Twas in the winter chill,
When icy cold the winds did blow,

And mists were on the hill.

7. “ But when I reached the land of heaven,

'Twas like a summer's day; The skies were blue, and fragrant flowers

All round about me lay.

8. “ The land of heaven is beautiful

There no cold wind doth blow;
And apples fairer than of earth

Within its gardens grow.

9. “ I've seen the patriarchs face to face;

The wise of every land;
And with the heavenly little ones

Have wandered, hand in hand,

10. “ Down by the golden streams of life,

All through the forests old,

And o'er the boundless hills of heaven,

The sheep of God's own fold.”

11 Then up and spoke a little boy,

The youngest of the seven:
My mother's dead, so let me go
With thee, dear child, to heaven.

12. “My mother's dead, and father loves

His dogs far more than me;
No one would miss me if I went;

O, let me go with thee."

13. “ Alas!” the heavenly child replied,

66 That home thou can'st not win If there's an ill word on thy tongue,

Or in thy heart a sin.

14. “ The way is long and wearisome

Through peril great it lies;
With any sin upon thy soul,

From earth thou couldst not rise.

15. “ Dar'st go with me? Wilt try the path,

Now thou its pain dost know?
The motherless boy leaped up with joy,

And said, " I long to go."

LIEUTENANT TURNIPTOP IN GENERAL

COURT.

1. “IF I live a thousand years, I shall never forget the day when I was chosen representative Isaac Hornblower ran himself out of a year's growth to bring me the news; for I staid away from town meeting out of dignity, as the way is, being a candidate.

2 " I, at first, could not believe it; though, when I spied Isaac coming round Slouch's corner with his coat tails flapping in the wind, - and pulling straight ahead for our house, I felt certain that something was the matter; and my heart began to bump, bump so under my jacket, that it was a wonder it did not knock a button off.

3. “ However, I put on a bold face; and when Isaac came bolting into the house, I pretended not to be thinking of the matter.

66. Lieutenant Turniptop,' says Isaac, “you've got the election!'

4. 66. Got what?' says I, pretending to be surprised in a coolish sort of a way,

666. Got the election,' says he, all hollow; you've got a majority of thirteen -- a clear majority; clean, smack smooth, and no two words about it.'

5. “ Pooh!' says I, trying to keep cool, though at the same time I felt all over I can't tell how. The idea of going into public life and being called • Squire Turniptop,' was almost too much for me, and I seemed to feel, as if I was standing above the north pole, with my head above the clouds. • Got the election ?' says I, and trying to put on a proper dignity for the occasion. Got a majority?' says I,

once more.

6. 66 As sure as a gun,' says Isaac; • I heard it with my own ears. Squire Dobbs read it off to the whole meeting: Tobias Turniptop has fifty-nine, and - is chosen !'

7. “I thought I should have choked. Millions of glorious ideas seemed to be swelling up, all at a time, in me. I had just been reading Doctor Growler's sermon on the end of the world ; but now ! thought the world was just beginning. 8 16. You

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