"To be fure, faid Stephen, he is a very wicked boy, and is already very properly punished for it, fince nobody likes him, nor will do any thing for him. He finds it very difficult to get any companion to play with him, and if he attempts to intrude himself into their company, they will all inftantly leave him. To confider this properly, I. think, fhould be fufficient revenge to you."

"All this is true, replied Philip, but he has broken my cane. It was a prefent from my papa, and a very pretty cane you know it was. My father will perhaps ask me what is become of it; and, as he will fuppofe I have carelessly loft his prefent, he will probably be angry with me, of which this little faucy fellow will be the caufe. I offered to fill his pitcher again, having knocked it down by accident-I will be revenged."

"My dear friend, faid Stephen, I think you will act better in not minding him, as your contempt will be the best punishment you can inflict on him. He is not upon a level with you, and you may be affured that he will always be able to do more mifchief to you, than you would choose to do him. And now I think of it, I will tell you what happened to him not long fince.

"Very unluckily for him, he chanced to fee a bee hovering about a flower, which he caught; and was going to pull off its wings out of sport, when the animal found means to fling him, and then flew away in fafety to the hive. The pain put him in a moft furious paffion, and, like you, he vowed to take a severe revenge. He accordingly procured a little hazle stick, and thrust it through the hole into the bee-hive, twisting it about therein. By thefe means, he killed feveral of the little animals; but in an instant, all the swarm iffued out, and falling upon him, ftung him in a thousand different places. You will naturally fuppofe that he uttered the moft piercing cries, and rolled upon the ground in the excefs of his agony. His father ran to him, but could not, without the greateft difficulty, put the bees to flight after having ftung him fo feverely, that he was confined feveral days to his bed.

"Thus you fee, he was not very fuccefsful in his purfuit of revenge. I would advise you, therefore to pafs over his infult, and leave others to punish him without your taking any part in it. Befides, he is a wicked boy, and much stronger than you are; fo that your ability to obtain revenge may be doubtful." "I must own, replied Philip, that your advice feems very good. So come along with me, and I will go and tell my father

the whole matter, and I think he will not be angry with me. It is not the cane that I value on any other confideration than that it was my father's prefent, and I would wish to convince him that I take care of every thing he gives me." He and his friend then went together, and Philip told his father what had happened, who thanked Stephen for the good advice he had given his fon, and gave Philip another cane exactly like the first

A few days afterwards, Philip faw this ill-natured boy fall as he was carrying home a very heavy log of wood, which he could not get up again. Philip ran to him, and replaced it on his fhoulder.

Young Robinfon was quite afhamed at the thought of having received this kind affistance from a youth he had treated fo badly, and heartily repented of his behaviour. Philip went home quite fatisfied, to think he had affifted one he did not love, and from pure motives of tendernefs and humanity. "This, faid he, is the nobleft vengeance I could take, in returning good for evil."

The man, whofe mind, on virtue bent,
Pursues fome greatly good intent,

With undiverted aim,

Serene beholds the angry croud;

Nor can their clamours, fierce and loud,

His ftubborn honour`tame.

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Not the proud tyrant's fierceft threat

Nor ftorms, that from their dark retreat
The lawless furges wake,

Not Jove's dread bolt, that shakes the pole,
The firmer pupofe of his foul

With all its power can shake.

Should nature's frame in ruins fall,

And chaos o'er the linking ball

Refume primæval fway,

His courage chance and fate defies,

Nor feels the wreck of earth and skies
Obftru&t its deftin'd way.

GRAY HAIRS MADE HAPPY.

OPPOSITE to the houfe, in which Charlotte's

parents lived, was a little opening, ornamented with a grafs plot, and overfhaded by a venerable tree, commanding an extenfive view before it. On this delightful fpot, Charlotte ufed frequently to fit in her little chair, while employed in knitting stockings for her mamma.

As fhe was one day thus employed, fhe faw a poor old man advancing very flowly towards her.