Mrs. Adams gave private orders to have a complete fuit of clothes made for Marian, and Bella defired that the might have the pleafure of dreffing her the first time she was permitted to go into the garden. The day arrived, and it was indeed a day of rejoicing throughout the whole family; for Bella was beloved by all the fervants, as well as by all her acquaintance.

This was a joyful day to Mifs Bella, who had the double fatisfaction of seeing her health restored, and of beholding her little friend dreffed out in her new clothes. It is much easier to conceive than to exprefs the emotions of these two tender hearts, when they again found themselves in the garden, on that very spot where their acquaintance firft commenced. They tenderly embraced each other, and vowed an infeparable-friendship.

It is evidently clear from the ftory of Bella and Marian, how advantageous it is to be generous and humane. Had not Bella by her kindness attached Marian to her intereft, fhe might have funk under the fevere indifpofition; from which the kind attentions, and the unremitting affiduities of Marian, were perhaps the chief means of restoring her..

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FRIENDSHIP, peculiar boon of heav'n,
The noble mind's delight and pride,
To men and angels only giv'n,
To all the lower world deny'd.
While Love, unknown among the bleft,
Parent of thoufand wild defires,
The favage and the human breast
Torments alike with raging fires.
With bright, but oft deftructive gleam,
Alike o'er all his lightnings fly,
Thy lambent glories only beam
Around the fav'rites of the sky:
Thy gentle flows of guiltlefs joys
On fools and villains ne'er defcend,
In vain for thee the tyrant fighs,

And hugs a flatt'rer for a friend.
Directress of the brave and juft,

O guide us through life's darkfome way! And let the tortures of miftrust,

On felfifh bofoms only prey.

Nor fhall thine ardors ceafe to glow, When fouls to peaceful climes remove; What rais'd our VIRTUE here below,

Shall aid our HAPPINESS above.

ONE day, as Mr. Glover was returning home,

after taking a ride over his eftates, and paffing by the wall of a burying-ground belonging to a fmall village, he heard the found of groans and lamentations. As he had a heart that was ever open to the diftreffes of others, he alighted from his horfe to fee from whence the voice proceeded, and got over the enclosure.

On his entering the place, he perceived a grave frefh filled up, upon which, at full length, lay a child, about five years old, who was crying fadly.

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Mr. Glover went up to him, and tenderly asked him what he did there. "I am calling my mother, faid he, they laid her here yesterday, and she does not get up."

Mr. Glover then told him, that his poor mother was dead, and would get up no more. "I know, replied the poor child, that they tell me fhe is dead, but I do not believe it. She was perfectly well when fhe left me the other day with old Sufan our neighbour; fhe told me fhe would foon come back, but she has not kept her word. My father has gone away too, and alfo my little brother; and the other boys of the village will not play with me, but fay very naughty things about my father and mother, which vexes me more than all. O mammy, get up, get up!"

Mr. Glover's eyes were filled with tears: he afked him where his father and brother were gone to. He replied, that he did not know where his father was and as to his little brother, he was the day before taken to another town, by a perfon dreffed in black, juft like their parfon. Mr. Glover then asked him where he lived. "With our neighbour Sufan, faid he, I am to be there till my mother comes back, as the promised me. I love my other mammy Sufan very well! but I love my mammy that lies here a great deal better. O mother! mother! why do you lie fo long? When will you get up!"

My poor child, faid Mr. Glover, it is in vain to call her, for fhe will awake no more!" Then, faid the poor little boy, I will lie down here, and fleep by her. Ah! I faw her when they put her into a great cheft to carry her away. Oh, how white fhe was! and how cold! I will lie down here and fleep by her!"

The tears now ftarted from the eyes of Mr. Glover, for he could no longer conceal them, but ftooping down, took the child up in his arms, and tenderly kiffed him, afking him what was his name. "When I am a good boy, they call me Jacky, and when I behave amifs, they fay, you Jack." Mr. Glover, though in tears, could not help fmiling at the innocence and fimplicity of this answer, and begged Jacky to conduct him to the house of the good Sufan.

The child very readily confented, and running before him as fast as his legs could carry him, con ducted Mr. Glover to Sufan's door. Sufan was not a little furprifed, on feeing Jack conduct a gentleman into her cottage, and then running to her, hid his little head in her lap, crying, This is fhe! this is my other mammy!" Mr. Glover, however, did not keep her long in fufpence, but related to her what he had just seen, and begged Sufan to give him the hiftory of the parents of this little boy. Sufan defired the gentleman to be