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a haughty air fhe treated her poor brother, and, indeed, every other perfon in the room. At first the rules of politenefs kept him from faying any thing; but at laft, tired out with her impertinence, he began, addreffing his difcourfe to her mamma in the following manner :

"I was lately in France, and, as I was fond of. being prefent at the foldiers' exercife, I used to go. as often as I could to fee their manœuvres on the parade, nearly in the fame manner as they do here on the field days. Among the foldiers there were many I obferved with whiskers, which gave them a very fierce foldier-like look. Now had I a child like your Cleopatra, I would inftantly give her a foldier's uniform and put her on a pair of whiskers, when the might, with rather more propriety than at present, act the part of a comman-der."

Cleopatra heard this, and stood covered with con-fufion! he could not help blushing, and was una. ble to conceal her tears. However, this reproach perfectly reformed her, and fhe became fenfible: how unbecoming was a tyrannizing temper. It has been obferved, that to be fenfible of our er-rors is half the work of reformation. So it happened with Cleopatra, who with the affistance of her mother's prudent counfels, became an amiable girl.

Her reformation was a credit to her; and it is much to be wished that all young ladies, who take no pains to conquer their paffions, would at least imitate Cleopatra, and wish to avoid being told, that a foldier's drefs and a pair of whiskers would better become them than nice cambrick frocks and filk flips. Had Cleopatra attended to the advice of her parents, and not have imagined that greatnefs confifts in impertinence, fhe would have been happy much fooner than she was.

There was a little ftubborn dame,
Whom no authority could tame;
Reftive by long indulgence, grown,
No will fhe minded but her own;
At trifles oft fhe'd fcold and fret,
Then in a corner take a feat,
And, furly moping all the day,
Difdain alike to work or play.

Papa all fofter arts had try'd,
And sharper remedies apply'd;
But both were vain, for every courfe
He took ftill made her worfe and worfe.

Mamma obferv'd the rifing lass

By stealth retiring to the glass;
On this a deep defign fhe laid

To tame the humour of the maid;

Contriving, like a prudent mother,
To make one folly cure another.
Upon the wall, against the feat
Which Cleo us'd for her retreat,
Whene'er by accident offended,
A looking-glafs was ftrait fufpended,
That the might fhew her how deform'd;
She look'd, and frightful, when the ftorm'd;
And warn her, as fhe priz'd her beauty,
To bend her humour to her duty.
All this the looking-glafs atchiev'd,
Its threats were minded and believ'd.
The maid, who fpurn'd at all advice,
Grew tame and gentle in a trice;
So when all other means had fail'd,
The filent monitor prevail'd.

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OUNG Frederick had naturally a noble foul, elevated thoughts, and generous notions. His turn of mind was lively, his imagination ftrong and quick, and his temper cheerful and pleafing. Indeed, the elegance of his perfon, and his behaviour and accomplishments, gained him the refpect of every one; but notwithstanding all thefe amiable qualities, he had one unhappy defect, which was that of giving way too readily to the most violent. emotions of paffion..

It would frequently happen, that while he was amufing himself in the circle of his play maces, the moft trifling contradiction would ruile his temper, and fill him with the highest degree of rage and fury, little fhort of madnefs.

As he happened to be one day walking about his chamber, and meditating on the neceffary preparations for a treat his father had permitted him to give his fifter, his dear friend and favourite, Marcus, came to him to advife with him on that bufinefs. Frederick being loft in thought, faw not -his friend, who therefore, having fpoken to him in vain, drew nearer to him, and began to pull him by the fleeve. Frederick, angry and out of patience with thefe interruptions, fuddenly turned around, and gave Marcus fuch a pufh, that he fent him reeling across the room, and he at last fell against the wainscot.

Marcus lay motionlefs on the floor, without the -leaft appearance of life; for in his fall, he had ftruck his head against fomething which had given him a deep and terrible wound, from which iffued a great quantity of blood. How fhall we defcribe the fituation of poor Frederick, who loved his friend tenderly, and for whom he would, on occafion, have facrificed his life!

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