Calm contemplation and poetic ease. Pour every lustre on the exalted eye. Akenside. CONTENTMENT. If solid happiness we prize, Let us, then, relish with content, To be resign'd, when ills betide, And pleas'd with favours given Whose fragrance reaches heav'n. Thus crown'd with peace, thro' life we'll go, While conscience, like a faithful friend, Cotton. TRANQUILLITY AND CONTENTMENT. Happy the man, and he alone, The gracious hand of bounteous heav'n. Then solitude, or social joy, Can please, yet not absorb his heart; Nor sorrow pain, nor care annoy, His nobler, his immortal part. His wish, his hope, his soul aspires Yet patient waits, till heav'n requires Thus may our hopes and wishes rise, Till death's soft sleep shall close our eyes, THE PROPER FOUNDATION OF CONTENTMENT. God reigns-events in order flow, Evil and good before him stand, The blessing comes at his command, O Lord! in all my ways I'll own Scott. LESSON XX. THE TWO APPLE TREES, OR INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS. On A WEALTHY farmer had two sons, one of whom was just a year older than the other. the birth-day of the younger he had planted, just at the entrance of his orchard, two apple trees of equal age and size, which, from that time, he had cultivated with the same care, and which them so had profited by the care bestowed upon equally, that it was impossible to give the preference to either of them. When the children were old and strong enough to be able to handle garden tools, he placed them, one fine spring day, before the two trees which he had planted for them, and which he had named after them, Richard and Edward. When he had made them observe and admire their handsome trunks, and the profusion of blossoms with which they were covered, he said, “ You see, my sons, that I deliver these trees to you in good condition; they may gain as much by your attention as they may lose by your negligence. They will bear fruit in proportion to your labour and diligence." The youngest, Edward, was unceasing and indefatigable in his attention to his tree. He was busied almost all day long in picking from it the caterpillars which were preying upon its leaves and blossoms. He propped up its stem with a pole that it might not grow crooked. He dug up the earth all around it, that the warmth of the sun and the humid dew might more easily penetrate to its roots. His mother had not been more careful of him in his tenderest infancy than he was of his young apple tree. His brother Richard took a quite contrary course. He passed the whole day in clambering up a neighbouring hill, whence he threw stones at those who happened to pass near. He was always quarrelling and fighting with the little country boys who lived nigh enough to his father's house for him to get at them. His legs were continually bruised and cut, and his face full of bumps and scratches, which he received in his squabbles. In short, he so completely neglected his apple tree, that he never thought about it, till in autumn he saw Edward's tree so loaded with apples, striped with red and green, that, but for the props which supported its branches, the weight of the fruit would have bent it to the ground. Struck with the sight of this fine crop of fruit, he immediately ran to his own tree, with the hope of seeing that as well and as pleasantly loaded. But how great was his surprise to find nothing but branches covered with moss and a few yellowish leaves. Fired with jealousy and vexation, he ran to find his father, and as soon as he saw him he cried out, "What a good for nothing tree you have given me, father! It is as dry as a broom, and I sha'nt get a dozen apples from it this year. But as for my brother! Oh, you have treated him much better! You ought, at least, to make him share his apples with me." "Share his apples with you!" replied the father. "That would be injustice, and shameful injustice, indeed. What, let the diligent lose part of the recompense of his industry to reward the idle! You must bear your disappointment as you can, and suppress your envy, for it is the natural punishment of your negligence. So, you have no right to accuse me of partiality, when you see the abundant crop of apples on your brother's tree, and the barrenness of your own. You have to thank only yourself for this trouble. I warned you of what would L |