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you think

to have those indulgences when you

And so it is in every thing else. The inore fine things, and the more gratifications you have now, the more you will require hereafter ; for custom makes things so familiar to us, that while we enjoy them less, we want them more.

Sally. How is that, mamma?
Mrs. M. Why, don't

you have enjoyed your ride in the coach this evening more than Miss Harriet would have done ?

Sally. I suppose I have; because if Miss Harriet liked it so well, she would be always riding, for I know she might have the coach whenever she pleased.

Mrs. M. But if you were both told that you were never to ride in a coach again, which would think it the greater hardship? You could walk, you know, as you have always done before ; but she would rather stay at home, I be.

lieve, than expose herself to the cold wind, and trudge through the wet and dirt in pattens.

Sally. I believe so too; and now, mamma, I see that all you have told

me is

very right.

Mrs. M. Well, my dear, let it dwell upon your mind, so as to make you cheerful and contented in your station, , which

you see is so much happier than that of many and many other children. So now we will talk no more on this subject.


A GAUDY Goldfinch, pert and gay,
Hopping blythe from spray to spray,
Full of frolic, full of spring,
With head well plumed and burnish'd wing,
Spied a sober Linnet hen,
Sitting all alone,
And bow'd, and chirp'd, and bow'd again :
And with familiar tone



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He thus the dame address'd,
As to her side he closely press'd.

I hope, my dear, I don't intrude,
By breaking on your solitude ;
But it has always been my passion
To forward pleasant conversation ;
And I should be a stupid bird

the fair without a word ;
I, who have been for ever noted
To be the sex's most devoted.
Besides, a damsel unattended,
Left unnotic'd and unfriended,
Appears, (excuse me) so forlorn,
That I can scarce suppose,

she that e'er was born,
'Twould be the thing she chose.
How happy, then, I'm now at leisure
To wait upon a lady's pleasure;
And all this morn have nought to do
But pay my duty, love, to you.

“ What, silent !-Ah, those looks demure, And

eyes of languor make me sure
That in my random idle chatter
I quite mistook the matter!
It is not spleen or contemplation
That draws you to the cover ;
But 'tis some tender assignation ;
Well !-whose the favour'd lover?

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I met hard by, in quaker suit,
A youth sedately grave and mute;
And from the maxim, like to like,
Perhaps the sober youth might strike.
Yes, yes, 'tis he, I'll lay my life,
Who hopes to get you for bis wife.

But come, my dear, I know you're wise :
Compare and judge, and use your eyes;
No female yet could e'er behold
The lustre of my red and gold,
My ivory bill and jetty crest,
But all was done, and I was blest.
Come, brighten up and act with spirit,
And take the fortune that you merit.”
He ceas dLinetta tbus replied,
With cool contempt and decent pride :

'Tis pity, Sir, a youth, so sweet, In form and manners so complete, Should do an humble maid the honour To waste his precious time upon

her. A poor forsaken she, you know, Can do no credit to a beau ; And worse would be the case If meeting one whose faith was plighted, He should incur the sad disgrace Of being slighted.


Now, Sir, the sober-suited youth,
Whom you were pleased to mention,
To those small merits, sense and truth,
And generous love, has some pretension :
And then, to give him all his due,
He sings, Sir, full as well as you,
And sometimes can be silent too.
In short, my taste is so perverse,
And such my wayward fate,
That it would be my greatest curse
To have a coxcomb to my mate.”

This said, away she scuds,
And leaves l'eau Goldfinch in the suds.





Tutor-George-Harry. Tut. Let us sit down awhile on this bench, and look about us.

What a charming prospect !

Har. I admire those pleasure grounds.

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