to have those indulgences when you And so it is in every are a woman. thing else. The more 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 think 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. THE GOLDFINCH AND LINNET. A GAUDY Goldfinch, pert and gay, With head well plumed and burnish'd wing, Sitting all alone, And bow'd, and chirp'd, and bow'd again : 1 He thus the dame address'd, As to her side he closely press'd. "I hope, my dear, I don't intrude, 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 I met hard by, in quaker suit, "But come, my dear, I know you're wise: Compare and judge, and use your eyes; No female yet could e'er behold " "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. poor forsaken she, you know, A Can do no credit to a beau ; And worse would be the case If meeting one whose faith was plighted, Of being slighted. Now, Sir, the sober-suited youth, That it would be my greatest curse To have a coxcomb to my mate." This said, away she scuds, And leaves beau Goldfinch in the suds. THIRD EVENING. ON THE PINE AND FIR TRIBE. A DIALOGUE. Tutor-George-Harry. Tut. Let us sit down awhile on this bench, and look about us. What a charming prospect! Har. Iadmire those pleasure grounds. |