great care of this sweet little trout, who had trusted himself so wholly to his love and good pleasure.

31. And God went wheresoever he went, and was always with him, and about him, and was to him as a father, and friend, and companion : and he put contentment into his mind, and joy into his heart and so this little trout slept always in peace, and waked in gladness; and whether he was full or hungry, or whatever happened to him, he was still pleased and thankful; and he was the happiest of all fishes, that ever swam in any water.

32. Harry, at the close of this fable, looked down, and grew thoughtful, and his father left him to ruminate on what he had heard. The next day he requested his father to repeat the story of the three little silver trouts.

33. When he had ended, " Dadda," says he, "I believe I begin to guess a little at what you mean. You would not have me wish for any thing, but leave every thing to God and I hope that I shall never forget the instruction contained in your pretty story.

ALFRED AND DORINDA.

1. On a fine summer's day, Mr. Vernon had promised to go a walking with his two children, Alfred and Dorinda, in a very fine garden, a little way out of town. He went up to his dressing room to prepare himself, and the childrer. remained in the parlour.

2. Alfred, delighted with the pleasures that he promised himself in his walk, jumping and running carelessly to and fro in the room, happened to brush the skirts of his coat against a very valuable flower that his father was rearing with great pains, and which he had unfortunately just brought in from before the window, in order to preserve it from the heat of the sun.

3. O brother! what have you done! said Dorinda, taking up the flower, which was broken off from the stalk. She was holding it still in her hand, when her father, who had finished dressing himself, entered the parlour.

4. How, Dorinda, said Mr. Vernon, in an an▾ gry tone, do you pluck a flower which you have seen me take so much pains to rear, in order to have seed from it?

5. Dear Papa, answered Dorinda, trembling, pray do not be angry! I am not angry, replied Mr. Vernon, growing more calm; but as you may take a fancy to pluck flowers in the garden that I am going to, and which does not belong to me, you will not take it amiss that I leave you at home.

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6. Dorinda looked down and held her tongue. Alfred could not keep silence any longer. approached his father with tears in his eyes, and said, it was not my sister, Papa; it was I that broke off the flower: so it is I that must stay at home. Take my sister along with you.

6. Mr. Vernon, touched with the ingenuous behaviour of the children, and their affection for each other, kissed them, and said, you are both dear to me, and you shall both go with me.

8. Alfred and Dorinda leaped for joy. They went therefore to walk in the garden, where they saw plants of the most curious kinds. Mr. Vernon with pleasure observed Dorinda press her clothes on each side, and Alfred take up the skirts of his coat under his arms, for fear of doing any damage, as they walked among the flow

ers.

9. The flower that he had lost would, without doubt, have given him great pleasure; but he enjoyed much more in seeing mutual affection, candour, and prudence, flourish in his children.

THE FROWARD LITTLE GIRL.

1. O ye children, who have had the misfortune to contract a vicious habit; it is for your reformation and encouragement, that I tell the following story; in which you will see that amendment is easy, when one forms a sincere and courageous resolution.

2. Rosalind, until her seventh year, was the joy of her parents. At that age, when the dawning light of reason ought to discover to us the ugliness of our faults, she on the contrary, had contracted a habit, which cannot be better described to you, than by the example of those snarling curs that growl incessantly, and seem always ready to run at your legs and bite them.

3. If any one, by chance, touched her play things, she would give that person a side-look,

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and a grumble between her teeth, for a quarter of an hour. If any one chid her, though ever so gently, she would start up, and stamp with her feet, and throw the chairs about the room, like a mad creature.

4. Neither her father, nor her mother, nor any of the family could endure her. It is true, she sometimes repented of her faults. Nay, she often shed tears, in private, on seeing herself become every body's aversion. But she soon returned to her old habit, and instead of reforming, her temper became more and more cross every day.

5. One evening, (it was New Year's eve) she saw her mother go towards her room, with a small basket under her cloak. Rosalind would have followed her, but Mrs. Faulkener ordered her to go back to the parlour, Upon which she put on the sullenest face that she ever showed, and clapped the door to so violently, that she made all the windows rattle.

6. Half an hour after, her mother sent for her. What was her surprize, on seeing the room lighted up with twenty candles, and the table covered with the most elegant toys. She could not utter a word, transported as she was with joy and admiration.

7. Come hither, Rosalind, said her mother, and read on this paper for whom these fine things are intended. Rosalind went to the table, and saw among the toys a slip of paper, on which she read the following words written in large letters-FOR AN AMIABLE LITTLE GIRL, IN RETURN FOR HER GOOD BEHAVIOUR.

8. She looked down, and did not say a word. Well, Rosalind, said her mother, for whom are these intended? Not for me, said Rosalind, with tears in her eyes.

9. Here is another paper, said Mrs. Faulkener; see if that does not concern you. Rosalind took it and read FOR A FROWARD LITTLE GIRL, WHO IS SENSIBLE OF HER FAULTS, AND ON THE BEGINNING OF A NEW YEAR WILL TAKE PAINS TO

AMEND THEM. Oh! that is I, that is I, said she, throwing herself into her mother's arms, and crying bitterly.

10. Mrs. Faulkener also shed tears, partly for sorrow of her daughter's faults, and partly for joy at the repentance she showed. Come, said she, after a moment's silence, take what is intended for you, and may GoD, who has heard your resolution, give you fortitude to execute it.

11. No, mamma, said Rosalind, the whole belongs to the person on the first paper. Keep it for me until I am like her; you can tell me when I am so. This answer gave Mrs. Faulkener much pleasure; she therefore put all the toys into a drawer, and giving the key to Rosalind, said, There my child, you shall open the drawer, when you yourself shall think it the proper time.

12. Near six weeks passed without the least instance of ill humour from Rosalind. She then came to her mother, and in a very modest and humble manner, asked, May I open the drawer now mamma? Yes, my dear, you may, answered Mrs. Faulkener, clasping her tenderly in her