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they are too expensive, and many are unable to make such progress in them as will repay the pains of beginning. It is soon enough, however, for us to think about these things, and at any rate they are not to come in till you have made a very good proficiency in what is useful and necessary. But I see you have now finished what I set you about, so you shall take a walk with me into the market-place, where I have two or three things to buy.
K. Shall we not call at the bookseller's, to inquire for those new books that Miss Reader was talking about ?
M. Perhaps we may. Now lay up your work neatly, and get on your hat and tippet.
MOUSE, LAP-DOG, AND MONKEY.
A poor little mouse, being half starved, ventured one day to steal from behind the wainscot while the family were at dinner, and, trembling all the while, picked up a few crumbs which were scattered on the ground. She was soon observed, however; every body was immediately alarmed: some called for the cat; others took up whatever was at hand, and endeavoured to crush her to pieces; and the poor terrified animal was driven round the room in an agony of terror. At length, however, she was fortunate enough to gain her hole, where she sat panting with fatigue. When the family were again seated, a Lap Dog and a Monkey came into the room. The former jumped into the lap of his mistress,
fawned upon every one of the children, and made his court so effectually, that he was rewarded with some of the best morsels of the entertainment. The Monkey, on the other hand, forced himself into notice by his grimaces. He played a thousand little mischievous tricks, and was regaled, at the appearance of the dessert, with plenty of nuts and apples. The unfortunate little Mouse, who saw from her hiding-place every thing that passed, sighed in anguish of heart, and said to herself, “ Alas! how ignorant was I, to imagine that poverty and distress were sufficient recommendations to the charity of the opulent. I now find, that whoever is not master of fawning and buffoonery, is but ill qualified for a dependant, and will not be suffered even to pick up the crumbs that fall from the table."
AND THEIR COUNTRIES.
O'er Afric's sand the tawny Lion stalks :
SceneThe Sea-Side, near Southampton.
The Tide coming in.
Canute. Is it true, my friends, what you
have so often told me, that I am the greatest of monarchs ?
Offa. It is true, my liege; you are the most powerful of all kings.
Oswald. We are all your slaves; we kiss the dust of your feet.
Offa. Not only we, but even the elements, are your slaves. The land obeys you from shore to shore; and the sea obeys you.