highest duty, to love her benefactress; and she did not fail by reiterated instructions to give the child to understand, that for every thing she eat and wore and played with, she was indebted to her alone. Now it was a little strange, that after sixty years' experience, this good lady did not know any better way of securing her object; and that she should imagine that so very small a sacrifice as that of giving out a little money from an ample store, would alone procure so invaluable a blessing as that of the affection of a fellow-creature.

Children are excellent physiognomists; and little Mary soon learnt to whom to apply for any assistance or sympathy in her play; and she never failed, when she was tired or sleepy, to run and lay her head on Mrs. Dorothy's lap. It happened not unfrequently, that she was very noisy in her mirth: so much so, that, to use her own expression, "it absolutely went through and through Mrs. Abigail's head ;" and even Mrs. Dorothy's did not escape with impunity. Now, on these and similar occasions, when her patience was quite exhausted (which generally happened pretty early) Mrs. Abigail would begin to scold; but in spite of this, and of Mrs. Dorothy's repeated admonitions of "Softly! softly! my little dear" the little dear would continue romping about till she got such a thorough trimming from Mrs. Abigail, as made her cry sadly, and wish that her own mamma would come again. When the storm was over, the old lady often relented; and trotting to her china closet, she would take a sweet queen cake or macaroon (articles on which she placed her chief

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dependence in the management of the child) and
hold it out to her with a beneficent smile, which
seemed to say,
"Sure you must love me now." On
one of these occasions, as soon as Mary had devoured
the bribe, she called her, saying, "Come hither, my
dear, come to me, and tell me now, don't you love
me?" Retaining a lively remembrance of her recent
scolding, the child hesitated; and on the question
being repeated, she answered, "No."

"Then you are the most ungrateful little creature that ever was," exclaimed the old lady, "and you may take that for your pains;" so saying, she gave her a smart box on the ear. Mary ran off roaring, and hid her face in Mrs. Dorothy's lap. Mrs. Dorothy knowing that would not do, raised her up, saying

"O, now you are a very naughty little Miss! what, not love poor Mrs. Abigail, that gives you so many pretty things, and such nice cakes! O fie! I am quite ashamed of you! Sure you love her, don't you ?"

"I love you," said the child, " because you don't beat me."

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Well, to be sure," exclaimed Mrs. Abigail, "there is nothing but ingratitude in this world! nothing else: old and young, all alike. Such a little creature as that too, who could have thought it !"

Thus little Mary had her troubles, like other people, in the midst of her apparent prosperity. However, she had a never-failing friend and solace in Mrs. Dorothy; and when they were alone, she would often throw her little arms round her neck, and kiss her repeatedly, saying—

"I do love you; I do love you very much, Mrs. Doroty." In return Mrs. Dorothy used to kiss her fondly, and say,

"And I love you, my darling! my jewel! my pretty one!" never failing to add, "but you know you must love poor Mrs. Abigail too; because she is so good to you, and gives you such nice things." At which little Mary used to slide off her lap, and run away to play.

One day Mrs. Abigail was taken very ill, and could not leave her bed; and kind-hearted Mrs. Dorothy came down to breakfast with the tears in her eyes. "What are you crying for? says little Mary. "Because, my dear, poor Mrs. Abigail is very ill, and cannot come down stairs."

"Why then, you know, we shall have nobody to scold us all day; so why do you cry for that?" said little Mary.

In the spring little Mary was attacked with the measles, and had them very severely. Notwithstanding her ill-nature, Mrs. Abigail was really fond of the child; and she attended her in her illness with much solicitude; took her on her lap, rocked her to and fro; once when she was very restless she spoke to her in soothing tones; and when little Mary, in taking some barley-water, spilt a little of it over her silk gown, and began to cry from the apprehension of being punished for it, Mrs. Abigail said, "Never mind, love, I'll not be angry with you now." Upon which little Mary raised her head looked up in her face for a moment with surprise, and then said, "I love you, now, Mrs. Abigail."

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Mrs. Abigail looked surprised in her turn: she pressed the child to her bosom with unwonted fondness; the tears came in her eyes; for those few words, uttered by a little child, gave her more real pleasure than any thing that had happened to her for many a day. Being alone, she fell into a deep reverie; but the thoughts of a person unaccustomed to reflection, are too indistinct and crude for repetition. However, the sense and the substance of her meditation was something like this :

"What will one kind word, one act of forbearance and good nature, do more than all the favours I have bestowed? O, if I had considered this in early life-if I had but seen that it is not money but kindness, not gifts, but good nature, that purchases affection, how differently would my life have passed ;-Ah, sister Dorothy ! sister Dorothy! I have had all the money, but you have had all the happiness!"

XXVI.

MAN AND ANIMALS.

MR. F. and his children were walking one summer's evening, in what were familiarly called the high woods. A narrow path conducted them through the underwood, where straggling branches of the wild rose intercepted them at every step: the rich and variegated stems of the forest trees were illumined here and there in bright spots, by

golden beams of the setting sun, which streamed through the interstices of the massy foliage. Swarms of merry gnats danced in the open spaces of the wood; birds of every note sang, in uninterrupted gladness, amid its deep recesses; the nimble squirrel was observed occasionally leaping from bough to bough; and the timid eye of the wild rabbit was seen peeping from behind the roots of the trees, and then, swiftly disappearing, she escaped into her inaccessible fortresses. How happy are young people, whose taste is raised to the enjoyment of these elevated and simple pleasures, and who find in their parents, intelligent friends, capable of cultivating this taste, of inspiring and guiding their love of knowledge, and of giving a right direction to both!

The liberty and happiness evidently enjoyed by the various little inhabitants of these woods, gave a turn to the evening's conversation, as the party returned home.

"I think," says little Joe, "that if I were going to be changed into any thing else, I should like best to be a rabbit, and to live in the woods; they seem so happy and comfortable here ! "

FATHER. Can you tell me, Joe, what is the greatest difference between you and a rabbit?

JOE. Why, papa, we are as different as can be. Rabbits have got long ears, and four legs, and are covered all over with soft hair.

FATHER. So far, then, the rabbit seems to have the advantage of you, for it can run faster with four legs than you can with only two; and its long ears enable it to hear more acutely; and it has a warm