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dog never left the child, except to procure him food, and then was always seen running at full speed.
The Lion and Androcles. 1. When Rome was mistress of the world, she had
a colony in Africa, over which a governor was appointed. This governor had many servants, or slaves under his command, and being a cruel man, he sometimes treated them so ill, that they ran away from him.
2. Among these slaves, there was one, named Androcles, who was so cruelly treated, that rather than live with his master, he escaped into the desert, where being exhausted with hunger and fatigue, he took shelter in a cave, among the rocks, to rest himself.
3. He had not been there long, before an enormous Lion came in where he was. Androcles seeing that he could not escape, gave himself up for lost, and expected the beast would instantly tear him in pieces.
4. The Lion went up to him, but instead of growling, or offering to do him any injury, held up his paw which was wounded and bloody, and seemed to want the man's help. Androcles, knowing that he was in the animal's power, and thinking that nothing he could do, would add to his danger, did not try to get out of his way, but took hold of his foot and looked at it. He there found a large thorn, sticking in his flesh, and which the animal seemed to wish him to pull out.
5. The man did not know but in taking it out he should so hurt the beast, that he would destroy him on the spot, but with a trembling hand, he ventured to . pull out the thorn, when to his great joy, he found, that the grateful beast, instead of hurting, caressed him in the kindest manner.
6. At night, the man and Lion lay down, and slept together in the greatest harmony, and the next night the beast went out in search of prey, and having caught some, brought it to the den, and laid it down at the man's feet.
7. The man cooked his meat by building a fire of such small wood as he could find, and in this way Androcles lived with the Lion for three years; the 'Lion every day bringing him such game as he could catch.
8. At the end of this time, the man knowing that his cruel master was no longer governor in Africa, and
thinking that himself was forgotten, left the Lion's den, when the animal was absent, and went back to the Roman colony, where he had before lived.
9. But being unfortunately known as a runaway slave, he was taken up, and sent to Rome, to his old master, who had before gone there. In Rome, at that time, the master had the power of putting his slave to death for the crime of running away, and the master of Androcles, was so unfeeling, as to order that he should be thrown to a Lion, as a punishment for the crime of escaping from his own cruelty.
10. The people assembled in great crowds to see such an awful death as they expected this poor slave would meet with, just as they assemble in this country, when they expect some miserable man is to be hanged. Androcles, being placed in a situation where he could not escape, and where the people could see him, an enormous Lion was let loose upon him as his executioner.
11. The man in the greatest agony, expected that his last moment of life had come. But the grateful beast, instead of opening his terrible jaws to devour the poor slave, fell down at his feet, and fawned upon him, and carressed him, as a dog would do, who had found his long lost master.
12. Androcles then saw, to his great joy, that this was the Lion, with which he had so long lived in Africa, and who, like himself, had been caught and carried to Rome, to be exhibited at the public shows.
13. The Roman Emperor, hearing of this singular friendship, between the Lion and Androcles, ordered not only that the slave should be set free, but also that the Lion should be given to him as a present. The Lion would never leave his kind master, nor would Androcles ever forsake his friend the Lion, to whom he had twice owed his life.
14. The slave, now becoming a freeman, led his Lion about the streets of Rome without fear, and the people being curious to see such an instance of friend
ship, gave him so much money for the sight, that he soon became rich by showing his Lion.
DEFINITIONS. In'.ci-dent, an event, occurrence, casualty. El'-e-gance, that which pleases by its nicety, symmetry. Plú-mage, the feathers of a bird. Lap-wing, a bird frequenting water, the peewit or teewit. Wáil-ing, moaning, loud cries of sorrow, weeping. Pré-cepts, a command respecting moral conduct.
The Penitent Fowler.-FOTHGILL. 1. Never shall I forget a little incident, which occurred to me during my boyish days; an incident which many will deem trifling, but which has been particularly interesting to my heart; as giving origin to sentiments and rules of action, which have since been very dear to
2. Besides a singular elegance of form and beauty of plumage, the eye of the common lapwing is peculiarly soft and expressive; it is large, black, and full of lustre; rolling, as it seems to do, its liquid gems of dew.
3. Í had shot a bird of this beautiful species, but, on taking it up, I found that it was not dead. I had wounded its breast; and some big drops of blood stained the pure whiteness of its feathers.
4. As I held the hapless bird in my hand, hundreds of its companions hovered round my head, uttering continued shrieks of distress, and by their plaintive cries, appeared to bemoan the fate of one, to whom they were connected by ties of the most tender and interesting nature.
5. At the same time the poor wounded bird continually moaned, with a kind of inward wailing note, expressive of the keenest anguish; and ever and anon
it raised its drooping head, and turning toward the wound in its breast, touched it with its bill, and then looked
my face, with an expression that I have no wish to forget; for it had power to touch my heart, while yet a boy, when a thousand dry precepts in the academical closet would have been of no avail.
Things by their right Names. Charles. Father you grow very lazy. Last winter you used to tell us stories, and now you never tell us any; and we are all got round the fire quite ready to hear you. Pray, dear father, let us have a very pretty
Father. With all my heart—what shall it be?
F. A bloody murder! Well then-Once upon a time, some men, dressed all alike
C. With black crapes over their faces?
F. No; they had steel caps on:-having crossed a dark heath, wound cautiously along the skirts of a deep forest
C. They were ill-looking fellows, I dare say.
F. I cannot say so; on the contrary, they were tall personable men as most one shall see;—leaving on their right hand an old ruined tower on the hill
C. At midnight, just as the clock struck twelve; was it not father?