The Miller, his Son, and their Afs.

A MILLER and his Son were driving thir

Afs to market, in order to fell him and that he might get thither fresh, and in good condition, they drove him on gently before them. They had not proceeded far, when they met a company of travellers. Sure, fay they, you are mighty careful of your Afs; methinks, one of you might as well get up and ride, as fuffer him to walk on at his eafe, while you trudge after on foot. In compliance with this advice, the old Man fet his Son upon the beaft. And now, they had fcarce advanced a quarter of a mile further, before they met another company. You idle young rogue, faid one of the party, why don't you get down, and let your poor Father ride? Upon this, the old Man made his Son difmount, and got up himfelf. While they were marching in this manner, a third company

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began to infult the Father. natural wretch, fay they, how can you fuffer that poor lad to wade through the dirt, while you, like an alderman, ride at your eafe? The good-natured miller stood corrected, and immediately took his fon up behind him. And now the next man they met exclaimed with more vehemence and indignation than all the reft-Was there ever fuch a couple of lazy boobies! to overload in fo unconfcionable a manner, a poor dumb creature, who is far less able to carry them than they are to carry him! The complying old Man would have been half inclined to make the trial, had not experience by this time fufficiently convinced him, that there cannot be a more fruitless attempt, than to endeavour to please all mankind.

VIGHT and filence had now given repofe to the whole world, when an old ill-natured Sorcerefs, in order to exercife her internal arts, entered into a gloomy wood, that trembled at her approach. The fcene of her horrid incantations was within the circumference of a large circle; in the centre of which an altar was raifed, where the hallowed vervain blazed in triangular flames, while the mifchievous Hag pronounced the dreadful words, which bound all hell in obedience to her charms. She blows a raging peftilence from her lips into the neighbouring folds; the innocent cattle die, to afford a fit facrifice to the infernal deities. The moon, by powerful fpells drawn down from her orb, enters the wood: legions of fpirits from Plu to's realms appear before the altar, and demand her pleafure. Tell me, faid the, where I fhall find what

I have loft, my favourite little Dog. How!cried they all, enraged-Impertinent Beldame !. Inuft the order of nature be inverted, and the repofe, of every creature difturbed, for the fake of thy little Dog?

TWO travellers happened on their journey to be engaged in a warm difpute about the colour of the Chameleon. One of them affirmed, it was blue; that he had feen it with his own eyes, npon the naked branch of a tree, feeding on the air, in a very clear day. The other ftrongly af ferted it was green, and that he had viewed it very clofely and minutely on the broad leaf of a figtree. Both of them were pofitive, and the difpute was rifing to a quarrel: but a third perfon luckily coming by, they agreed to refer the queftion to