enough to make one sigh to be a soldier! It is a fine thing to be dressed in scarlet, to gain a victory, and to wear around one's brow a wreath of deathless glory!"

PARSIMONY.

Let a broad stream with golden sands
Through all his meadows roll,

He's but a wretch, with all his lands,

That wears a narrow soul.

WATTS.

It is quite bad enough for a man to pinch, to screw, and to scrape together, when he is fourscore; but for a boy, whose heart should be open and generous, and whose hand should be liberal as daylight,-for him to manifest a near, niggardly, parsimonious spirit, is out of the question. He who has no generosity in his youth, will become a greedy, grinding, grasp-all in his age. I want you not to make ducks and drakes

of your money, nor wantonly to waste, nor extravagantly to dissipate, the most worthless things No, no! "Wilful waste makes woful want,” and extravagance is the elder brother

you possess.

of distress; but you may avoid waste and extravagance, and still be generous and openhearted.

This world is so chequered with misfortune and want, that a generous heart may be occupied for ever in acts of benevolence; and the boy whose pulse does not throb, whose bosom does not beat with generous emotions to sympathize with the unhappy, and to relieve the distressed, well deserves to endure the one and the other without sympathy. Generosity may be practised in a thousand ways. It is generous to brave danger in protecting the defenceless. It is generous to forgive an enemy when you have power

to punish. It is generous to render assistance to those who possess not the means of requiting it; and it is generous to withhold an evil report of a companion, and to propagate what you know in his favour. The heart may be very generous when the hand has nothing to bestow; and he who has not felt this, is, indeed, to be pitied. The errors of generosity may be pardoned; but what can be said for the creeping, crawling, reptile of a boy, whose heart, if he has one, is shut up with cold-blooded selfishness and pinching parsimony! He may dig, delve, grasp, and grind; he may increase in riches as he increases in years, till he has amassed thousands, but, even then, he will be a heartless wretch, neither feeling nor exciting sympathy. Such a one may be wept over by those who carry him to his grave, but the tears

that fall will not be those of sorrow, and the grass will grow unheeded over his unhonoured dust. The longer I talk about parsimony, the more shall I have to say against it, for I abhor it with all my heart.