fometimes tafted after dinner.

The little fellow

was quite aftonished on hearing his father talk thus; but he was far more furprised, when Mr. Jackfon told him, that all thofe fine leaves, and delicious fruit, grew from that very crooked and mishapen stump, with which he had been so angry in the spring. His father then asked him, tf he should now order the gardener to pluck it up, and make fire wood of it. Junius was much con

filence, told his papa,

fufed; but, after a fhort that he would rather fee every other tree in the garden cut down than that, fo beautiful were its leaves, and fo delicious its fruit.

As Mr. Jackfon was a man of good fenfe, he thus moralifed on this occafion. "You fee then, my dear, faid he, how imprudently I fhould have acted, had I followed your advice, and cut down this tree. Daily experience convinces us, that the fame thing happens frequently in the commerce of this world, which has in this inftance mifled you. When we see a child badly clothed, and of an unpleafing external appearance, we are too apt to despise him, and grow conceited on comparing ourfelves with him; and fometimes even go so far as cruelly to addrefs him in haughty and infulting language. But beware, my dear boy, how you ran into errors by forming a too haftý judgment. It is poffible, that in a perfon fo little favoured by nature, may dwell an exalted foul, which may

one day aftonish the world with the greatnefs of its virtues, or enlighten it with knowledge. The moft rugged ftem may produce the moft delicious fruit, while the ftrait and ftately plant may be worthlefs and barren."

Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew tree's fhade Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring

heap,

Each in his narrow cell forever laid,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet fleep.

Oft did the harveft to their fickle yield;

Their furrow oft the ftubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their teams afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy ftroke.

Let not ambition mock their useful toil,

Their homely joys, and deftiny obfcure; Nor grandeur hear with a difdainful fmile, The fhort and fimple annals of the

poor.

The boaft of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike, th' inevitable hour;

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Full many a gem, of purest ray ferene,

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flow'r is born to blufh unfeen, And waste its fweetnefs on the defert air.

ONE

NE morning, Sir John Denham having fhut himfelf up in his ftudy on fome particular bufinefs, his fervant came to inform him, that one of his tenants, farmer Harris, defired to fpeak with him. Sir John told him to fhew the farmer into the drawing-room, and to beg him to ftay one moment, until he had finifhed writing a letter.

Sir John had three children, Robert, Arthur, and Sophia, who were in the drawing-room when the farmer was introduced. As foon as he entered he faluted them very refpefully, though not

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with the grace of a dancing-mafter, nor were his compliments very elegantly turned. The two fons looked at each other with a smile of contempt and difrefpect. Indeed, they behaved in such a manner, that the poor farmer blufhed, and was quite out of countenance.

Robert was fo fhamefully impertinent as to walk round him, holding his nofe, and afked his brother, if he did not perceive fomething of the fmell of a dung-heap? Then he lighted fome paper at the fire, and carried it round the room, in order to difperfe, as he faid, the unpleafant fmell. Arthur all the while food laughing moft heartily.

Sophia, however, acted in a very different manner for inftead of imitating the rudeness of her brothers, fhe checked them for their behaviour, made apologies for them to the farmer, and approaching him with the most complaifant looks, offered him fome wine to refresh him, made him fit down, and took from him his hat and stick to put by.

In a little time, Sir John came out of his study, and approaching the farmer in a friendly manner, took him by the hand, enquired after the health of his family, and asked him what had brought him to town. The farmer replied that he was come to pay him half a year's rent, and that he hoped he

would not be displeased at his not coming fooner, the roads having been fo bad that he could not till then carry his corn to market.

Sir John told him he was not displeased at his not coming fooner, because he knew him to be an honest man, who had no occafion to be put in mind of his debts. The farmer then put down the money, and drew out of his great-coat pocket a jar of candied fruits." I have brought fomething here, faid he, for the young folks. Won't you be fo kind, Sir John, as to let them come out one of thefe days, and take a mouthful of the country air with us? I'd try, as well as I could, to entertain and amufe them. I have two good ftout nags, and would come for them myself, and take them down in my four wheeled chaife, which will carry them. very fafely, I'll warrant it.

Sir John faid, that he would certainly take an opportunity to pay him a vifit, and invited him to stay to dinner; but the farmer excufed himfelf, faying, he had a good deal of business to do in town, and wished to get home before night. Sir John fill'd his pocket with cakes for his children, thanked him for the prefent he had made to his, and then. took leave of him..