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A WOLF and a Lamb were accidentally quenching their thirst together at the same rivulet. The Wolf stood towards the head of the stream, and the Lamb at some distance below. The injurious Beast, resolved on a quarrel, fiercely demands-" How dare you disturb the water which I am drinking?" The poor Lamb, all trembling, replies, "how, I beseech you, can that possibly be the case, since the current sets from you to me?" Disconcerted by the force of truth, he changes the accusation. "Six months ago," says he, "you vilely slandered me." "Impossible," returns the Lamb, "for I was not then born." "No matter, it was your father then, or some of your relations ;" and immediately seizing the innocent Lamb, he tore him to pieces.

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REFLECTION.

When cruelty and injustice are armed with power, and determined on oppression, the strongest pleas of innocence are preferred in vain.

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A BLIND Man, being stopped in a bad piece of road, meets with a Lame Man, and entreats him to guide him through the difficulty he was got into. "How can I do that," replied the Lame Man, "since I am scarce able to drag myself along? but as you appear to be very strong, if you will carry me, we will seek our fortunes together. It will then be my interest to warn you of any thing that may obstruct your way; your feet shall be my feet, and my eyes your's." "With all my heart," returned the Blind Man; "let us render each other our mutual services." So taking his lame companion on his back, they by means of their union travelled on with safety and pleasure.

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THE DOVE AND THE BEE.

A BEE, compelled by thirst, went to drink in a clear purling rivulet; but the current, with its circling eddy, snatched her away, and carried her down the stream. A Dove, pitying her distressed condition, cropt a branch from a neighbouring tree, and let it fall into the water, by means of which the Bee saved herself, and got ashore. Not long after, a Fowler, having a design upon the Dove, planted his nets and all his little artillery in due order, without the bird's observing what he was about; which the Bee perceiving, just as he was going to put his design in execution she stung him on the cheek, and made him give so sudden a start, that the Dove took the alarm, and flew away.

REFLECTION.

One good turn deserves another; and gratitude is

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