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“Dear sister, if you don't, in time,
Your little pet restrain,
And never come again.
Jump up, and knock you down ; You laugh at all his rudeness,
When you rather ought to frown. " I think it right to laugh and romp,
When by yourselves at home;
When other people come.”
“ Your uncle's very cross ;
Good morning, Mr Horse.
And Mrs Goose behind;
Now this is very kind.”,
It seems, of no avail;
The puppy jump'd about the horse,
And twitch'd him by the tail.
He nearly sprain'd the goose's leg,
(Such pranks were never heard,) And then ran barking to the goat
And pull'd him by the beard.
Politeness made them bear it once,
But when it was renew'd
Was insufferably rude :
And from the goose a bite,
I think they served him right.
“ Dear Mr Horse, I fear
As you snub my little dear.”
The horse replied,“ Why really, ma'am,
I do not like them rude ;
When well behaved and good.”
And many think with me;
But we likewise love to see,
That they can shew good manners
In the parlor or at table;
Will profit by my fable.
SLOTH. The whole structure of our nature, and the whole condition of our being, prove that our Maker intended us, not for a life of indolence, but for one of active exertion. All the organs of the body, and all the faculties of the mind, are instruments of action, and are to be employed in the vigorous pursuit of happiness.
It is only by constant exercise, that these powers can be preserved in a sound and healthful state. If the body be suffered to remain long inactive, it will lose its strength and become a prey to disease ; at the same time, the mental faculties will be gradually enfeebled, and the whole fabric of human happiness be undermined by fretfulness and spleen.
It is, on the contrary, a matter of constant experience, that a regular course of bodily exercise is conducive to health, exhilarates the spirits, and contributes to the easy and successful employment of the intellectual powers.
THE ART OF HAPPINESS. A GOOD temper is one of the principal ingredients of happiness. Almost every object that attracts our notice, has its bright and its dark side. He that habituates him, self to look at the displeasing side, will sour his disposition, and consequently impair his happiness; while he who constantly beholds it on the bright side, insensibly ameliorates his temper, and in consequence of it, improves his own happiness, and the happiness of all around him. By this practice, we may arrive at that easy benevolence of temper, which the world calls good-nature, and the scriptures charity, whose natural, and never failing fruit is happiness.
KOSCIUSKO. In the invasion of France, in 1814, some Polish regiments, in the service of Russia, passed through the village, where this exiled patriot then lived. Some pillaging of the inhabitants brought Kosciusko from his cottage. When I was a Polish soldier,” said he, addressing the plunderers, " the property of the peaceful citizen was respected.” “ And who art thou," said an officer, “ who addresses us with a tone of authority ? " "I am Kosciusko.”
There was magic in the word. It ran from corps to corps. The march was suspended. They gathered round him, and 'gazed with astonishment and awe upon the weighty ruin he presented. "Could he indeed be their hero, whose fame was identified with that of their country?” A thousand interesting reflections burst upon their minds ; they remembered his patriotism, bis devotion to liberty, his triumphs and his glorious fall. Their iron hearts were softened, and the tear of sensibility trickled down their weather-beaten faces.