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their utter astonishment, he assured them that he was never on the stage, and věry rarely saw the inside of a playhouse, or any similar place of amusement. They all now looked at each other in utter amazement.

7. Before parting, Stuart said to his companions: “Gentle men, you will find that all I have said of my vārious employ: ments is comprised in these few words: I am a portrait painter. If you will call at John Palmer's, York Buildings, London, I shall be ready and willing to brush you a coat or hat, dress your hair à la mode,' supply you, if in need, with a wig of any fashion or dimensions, accommodate you with boots or shoes, give you ruffins or cravat, and make faces for you.”

1. LOVE it, I love it; and who shall dare

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair ?
I've treasured it lòng as a sainted prize,
I've bedew'd it with tears, and embalm'd it with sighs;
'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;
Not a tie will break, not a link will start.
Would ye learn the spell ? a mother sat there,

And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
2. In childhood's hour I linger'd near

The hallow'd seat with listening ear;
And gentle words that mother wouid give,
To fit me to die and teach me to live.
She told me shame would never betide,
With truth for my creeds and God for my guide;
She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer,

As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.
3. I sat and watch'd her many a day,

When her eye grew dim, and her locks were gray; 1 À la mode, according to the fashion.–Spell, a charm, consisting of words of hidden power.— * Hål' lowed, holy • sacred. — * Be tide', beíall, happen. – Créed, belief ; articles of faith.

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And I almost worship'd her when she smiled
And turn'd from her Bible to bless her child.
Years rolld on, but the last one sped-
My idol was shatter'd, my earth-star fled;
I learnt how much the heart can bcar,

When I saw her die in that old arm-chair.
4. 'Tis past! 'tis past! but I gaze on it now

With quivering breath and throbbing brow :
'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died;
And memory flows with lāva' tide.
Say it is folly, and deem me weak,
While the scalding drops start down my cheek;
But I love it, I love it, and can not tear
My soul from a mother's old arm-chair.



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probably in the days of King David and King Solomonand his name is still fainous in the East as the inventor of many fables and parables, and vārious stories are told of his wisdom It was said that he was a native of Ethiopia,' and either a tailor, a carpenter, or a shepherd; and that afterward he was a slave in various countries, and was at last sold among the Israelites.

2. One day, as he was seated in the midst of a company who were all listening to him with great respect and attention, a Jew of high rank, looking earnestly at him, asked him whether he was not the same man whom he has seen keeping the sheep of one of his neighbors.

Lokman said he was. “ And how," said the other, “ did you, a poor slave, come to be so famous as a wise man?”

3. “ By exactly observing these rules,” replied Lokman:

· Lå' va, melted matter which flows from a volcano, or burning mountain. - Pår' a ble, a fable, or supposed history, representing something in real life or nature, from which a moral is drawn for instruction.* Ethiopia (e the o' pe a), the name given by the ancient geographers to the countries in Africa, south of Egypt.

“ Always speak the truth without disguise ; strictly keep you promises; and do not meddle with what does not concern you." Another time, he said that he had learned his wisdom from the blind, who will believe nothing but what they hold in their bands : meaning that he always examined things, and took great pains to find out the truth.

4. Being once sent, with some other slaves, to fetch fruit, his companions ate a great deal of it, and then said it was he who had eaten it; on which he drank warm water to make himself sick, and thus proved that he had no fruit in his stomach; and the other slaves, being oblīged to do the same, were found out.

5. Another story of him is, that, his master having given him a kind of melon, called the coloqužn'tida, which is one of the bitterest things in the world, Lokman immediately āte it all up, without making faces, or showing the least dislike. His master, quite surprised, said, “ How was it possible for you to swallow so nauseous' a fruit ?” Lokman replied, “I have received so many sweets from you, that it is not wonderful that I should have swallowed the only bitter fruit you ever gave me.” His master was so much struck by this generous and grateful answer, that he immediately rewarded him by giving him his liberty.

6. At this day,“ to teach Lokman” is a common saying in the East, to express a thing impossible. It is said, too, that he was as good as he was wise ; and, indeed, it is the chief part of wisdom to be good. He was particularly remarkable for his love to God, and his reverence of His holy name. He is reported to have lived to a good old age ; and, many centuries after, a tomb in the little town of Ramlah, not far from Jerusalem, was pointed out as Lokman's.


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40. LAZY PEOPLE. U may see him, if you are an early riser, setting off, at

peep of dawn, on a fishing expedition. He winds througt the dreary woods, yawning portentously,' and stretching as is

"Nauseous (nå' shus), disgusting ; causing sickness of the stomach.-* Expedition (eks pe dish' un), a march or voyage ; an enterprise. — * Por tènt' ous ly, showing that something is about to happen.

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he were emulous' of the height of the hickory-trees. Dexterously swaying his long rod, he follows the little stream till it is lost in the bosom of the woodland lake; if unsuccessful from the bank, he seeks the frail skiff, which is the common property of laborious idlers like himself, and, pushing off shore, sits dreaming under the sun's wilting beams, until he has secured a supply for the day. Home again-an irregular meal at any time of dayand he goes to bed with the ague ; but he murmurs not, for fishing is not work.

2. Then come the whortleberries ; not the little, stunted, seedy things that grow on dry uplands and sandy commons but the prod'uce of towering bushes in the plashy meadow; generous, púlpy berries, covered with a fine bloom; the “ blaeberry” of Scotland; a delicious fruit, though of humble reputation, and, it must be confessed, somewhat enhanced in value by che scarcity of the more refined productions of the garden. Wc scorn thee not, O bloom-covered neighbor! but gladly buy whole bushels of thy prolific family from the lounging Indian, or the still lazier white man. We must not condemn the gătherers of whortleberries, but it is a melancholy truth that they do not gět rich.

3. Baiting for wild bees beguiles the busy shunner of work into many a wearisome tramp, many a night-watch, and many a lost day. This is a most fascinating chase, and sometimes excites the věry spirit of gambling. The stake seems so small in comparison with the possible prize—and gamblers and honeyseekers think all possible things probable—that some, who are scarcely ever tempted from regular business by any other disguise of idleness, can not withstand a bee-hunt.

4. A man whose arms and ax are all-sufficient to insure a comfortable livelihood for himself and his family, is chopping, perhaps, in a thick wood, where the voices of the locust, the cricket, the grasshopper, and the wild bee, with their kindred, are the only sounds that reach his ear from sunrise till sunset. He feels lonely and listless; and, as noon draws on, he ceases from his hot toil, and, seating himself on the tree which has just

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* Em' u lous, rivaling ; desirous to excel.-- Plåsh' y, watery.- Enhånced', increased. — Pro lif ic, fruitful ; bringing furth in abundance.


fallen beneath his ax, he takes out his lunch of bread and butter, and, musing as he eats, thinks how hard his life is, and how much better it must be to have bread and butter without working for it.

5. His eye wanders through the thick förest, and follows, with a feeling of envy, the winged inhabitants of the trees and flowcrs, till at length he notes among the singing throng soine halfdozen of bees. The lunch is soon dispatched ; a honey-tree must be near; and the chopper spends the remainder of the daylight in endeavoring to discover it. But the cunning insects scent the human robber, and will not approach their home until nightfall. So our weary wight plöds homeward, laying plans for their destruction.

6. The next morning's sun, as he peeps above the hori'zon, finds the bee-hunter burning honey-comb and old honey near the scene of yěsterday's inkling. Stealthily does he watch his line of bait, and cautiously does he wait until the first glutton that finds himself sated with the luscious feast sets off in a “beeline"_" like ărrow darting from the bow"-blind betrayer of his home, like the human inebriate. This is enough. The spoiler asks no more; and the first moonlight night sees the rich hoard transferred to his cottage, where it sometimes serves, almost unaided, as food for the whole family, until the last drop is consumed.

7. One hundred and fifty pounds of honey are sometimes found in a single tree, and it must be owned the temptation is great; but the luxury is generally dearly purchased, if the whõle cost and consequences be counted. To be content with what supplies the wants of the body for the present moment, is, after all, the characteristic rather of the brute than of the man; and family accustomed to this view of life, will grow more and more idle and thriftless, until poverty and filth, and even beggary, lose all their terrors. It is almost proverbial among farmers, that bee-hunters are always behindhand.


"Ho ri' zon, a line that bounds the sight where the earth and sky ap pear to meet.-— Ink' ling, hint; desire. --- In d'bri ate, one intoxicated a drunkard. -- Char ac ter is' tic, mark of character.

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