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bis acquaintances. Harry heard the servant when he delivered his hasty message, and was quite overjoyed.
5. He ran to his mother, and exclaimed, “ O, delightful! Uncle Williams has sent for us; and only think of it, the great Mr. T—is to be there, and give us an account of his travels.”
6. “ Harry,” said his father, “you cannot go to your uncle's, unless you write the exercises your teacher gave your class. Remember and finish them in time.”
7. Several hours passed away; and as Harry was playing with his ball, his mother reminded him that he must be industrious, if he would complete his task in season to go on Wednesday afternoon. 8. “ Thursday is the day, mother,” said Harry.
No, my son.” “But I am quite sure, motherbe; for I heard the message my own self.”
9. “ Very well, my dear.”
Harry's mother knew that he was wrong; but she thought, that he ought to be broken of this positive manner, and therefore said no more.
10. Harry did not commence his exercises till Wednesday noon. He had been engaged about an hour, when he was called to his father's study. He took his paper, intending to ask for some assistance, and gayly opened the door ; but his cheerfulness vanished when his father said, “ Well, my son, I suppose you have finished your exercises. If so, you may go and dress.”
11. “To-day, father! Why, it was for to-morrow uncle invited us."
“ No, you are mistaken; and your mother and myself are nearly ready to go."
12. “O dear! O dear!” exclaimed Harry. I haven't done the exercises. I thought it was for to morrow; I was just as sure as could be.”
13. “But did not your mother tell you were to go to-day ?”
“ Yes, father ; but I thought she was mistaken, I was so sure; I was just as sure as could be.”
14. “Had the invitation been given you wrong, said his father, “or if this were the first time you had insisted on the correctness of your own opinion, I would let you go. But you always think you know better than others; and you must bear the disappointments and inconveniences this brings upon
15. Harry went weeping to his chamber. heard the carriage roll away. Though he tried to study, thoughts of the pleasure he might have enjoyed, eating the fine fruit, and hearing strange things of foreign countries, often brought tears into
16. The next morning, when Harry came to the breakfast table, he was made acquainted with what had occurred. His mother and sister told him, when they arrived, how many inquiries were made about him. They told him who were there, what refreshments they had, and how all the children were delighted.
17. They told him the distinguished traveller, the great Mr. Tillotson, was there, and enlivened the drawing room by relating his adventures ; and they then related some of the traveller's stories and anecdotes.
18. When Harry rose to go out, he said, “O mother, I wish I had been there. I don't think I shall ever again feel Just AS SURE AS CAN BE.”
THE WIDOW’S MITE.
1. It is the fruit of waking hours,
When others are asleep,
The winds of winter creep.
2. It is the fruit of summer days
Passed in a gloomy room,
The pleasant morning bloom.
3. 'Tis given from a scanty store,
And missed while it is given :
Are less than those of heaven.
4. Few, save the poor, feel for the
And needful rest debarred.
5. Their paths are paths of plenteousness
They sleep on silk and down;
weary head lies down.
6. They know not of the scanty meal,
With small pale faces round;
When snow is on the ground.
7. They never by their window sit,
And see the gay pass by;
Though with a mournful eye.
8. The rich, they give — they miss it not —
A blessing cannot be
Upon thy gift and thee!
THE APPEAL OF PRENTISS FOR IRELAND
1. It is no ordinary cause, that has brought together this vast assemblage. We have met, not to prepare for political contests, not to celebrate military achievements.
2. We have assembled, not to respond to shouts of triumph from the West, but to answer the cry of want and suffering, that comes from the East. · The Old World stretches out her arms to the New. The starving parent supplicates the young and vigorous child for bread.
3. There lies upon the other side of the wide Atlantic a beautiful island, famous in story and in song. It has given to the world more than its share of genius and of greatness. It has been prolific in statesmen, warriors, and poets.
4. Its brave and generous sons have fought successfully all battles but their own. In wit and humor it has no equal; while its harp, like its history, moves to tears by its sweet but melancholy pathos.
5. In this fair region, the earth has failed to give her increase; the common mother has forgotten her offspring. Famine, gaunt and ghastly famine, has seized a nation with its strangling grasp; and unhappy Ireland, in the sad woes of the present, forgets for the moment the gloomy history of the past.
6. We have assembled, to express our sincere sympathy for the sufferings of our brethren, and to
unite in efforts for their alleviation.
In the name of common humanity, I invoke your aid in behalf of starving Ireland.
7. O, it is terrible, that in this beautiful world which a kind Providence has given us, and in which there is plenty for us all, - it is terrible, that men should die of starvation! In these days, when it is manifest that the earth produces, every year, more than enough to clothe and feed all her thronging millions, it is a shame and a disgrace, that the word starvation has not long since become obsolete.
8. You, who have never been beyond the precincts of our own favored country; you, more especially, who have always lived in this great valley of the Mississippi, who see, each day, poured into the lap of your city food sufficient to assuage the hunger of a nation, can form but an imperfect idea of the horrors of famine; of the terror which strikes men's souls, when they cry in vain for bread.
9. When a man dies of disease, though he endures pain, yet around his pillow are gathered sympathizing friends. But he who dies of hunger wrestles alone, day after day, with his grim and nrelenting enemy. He has no friends to cheer sm in the terrible conflict; they too are struggling rith the same dread foe.
!.. Famine comes not up like a brave enemy, storining, by a sudden onset, the fortress that resists.. Famine besieges. He draws his lines around the loomed garrison; he cuts off all supplies; he never summons to surrender, for he gives no quarter.
11. Alas! for poor human nature, how can it sustain this fearful warfare ? Day by day, the blood recedes, the flesh deserts, the muscles relax, and the sinews grow powerless. At last, the mind, which at first had bravely nerved itself for the con test, gives way under the mysterious influences which govern its union with the body. He raves,