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2. The immortal Marshall Turenne lived in Pa ris in a style of the greatest simplicity, like the heroes of ancient Rome, who were not distinguished by any mark of outward splendour. A young man of rank arrived from the country, and, not knowing the Marshall, struck the driver of his coach in a scuffle on the streets of Paris. A tradesman, with a staff in his band, sallied out of a shop, and exclaimed, What! do you thus abuse the servants of Marshall Turenne ?' At the mention of this name the young man, quite astonished, came to the door of the carriage to make an apology to the Viscount, who said to him with a smile, You know very well, sir, how to punish servants; when mine do any thing amiss, it will be well that I send them to you.'
3. The Marshall often went on foot to hear mass, and afterwards used to walk alone on the ramparts, without servants, or any mark of distinction. One day, during his walk, he passed near a number of workmen who were playing at bowls, and who, without knowing him, requested him to judge a throw which one of them had made. He took his cane, and having measured the distance, gave his opinion. The man who lost gave him some insulting language : the Marshall smiled, and as he was going to measure a second time, some of his officers, who observed what was going on, came up. The workman was quite ashamed, and threw himself upon his knees to ask pardon. The Marshall said to him, “My friend, you were wrong to think that I would wish to deceive you.'-He went sometimes, but not often, to the theatre. One day he was alone in one of the boxes, when some people from the country, with a splendid equipage, entered. They did not know him, and wished him to give up his place on the front seat; and as he refused to stir, they had the insolence to throw his hat and gloves upon the stage. Without being at all discomposed, he requested a young nobleman of the first rank to take them up for him. Those who had insulted him blushed deeply, and were going to retire, but he gently detained them, and said, that if they wished to remain there would be room enough for them all.
4. One day in summer he had on a small white waistcoat, and a white cap-and was leaning upon the balcony of a window. One of the servants coming past behind him, took him for one of the scullions of the kitchen, and gave him a slap with his hand on the back. The Marshall turned round in surprise; and the servant in the utmost confusion threw himself at his feet to ask pardon for his mistake, assuring him that he took him for George, the scullion. Well, and if had been George,' said Turenne mildly, you should not have struck him so smartly.'
Pleasantness of Religion.
And let your joys be known,
While ye surround the throne;
Who never knew our God :
May speak their joys abroad.
And all the earth surveys,
And calms the roaring seas;
This awful God is ours,
Our father and our love;
To carry us above.
And never, never sin :
Drink endless pleasures in.
To that immortal state,
Should constant joys create.
From faith and hope may grow;
And every tear be dry:
To fairer worlds on high.
21. The Month of August. Commencement; beginning. Calm ; mild, gentle. Require'; need. Advan'cing; approaching. Matu'rity; ripeness. Chief; principal. Various ; different. Importance ; consequence. Liable;
exposed, subject. Dam'age ; injury. Plun'deri- depredation. Hired ; engaged. Quar'
Uninterrup'ted; unbroken. Emo'tions; feeli
but usually calm and fair, and those vegetable productions that yet require the powerful influence of the sun are daily advancing to maturity. The farmer beholds the chief object of his culture, and the principal source of his riches, waiting only for the band of the gatherer. Of the various kinds of grain, rye and oats are usually the first ripened: this, however, varies with the time of sowing, and some of every species may be seen at once fit for cutting. Every fair day is now of great importance, since, when the corn is once ripe, it is liable to continual damage while standing, either from the shedding of the seeds, the plundering of birds, or sudden storms. The utmost diligence is therefore used by the careful husbandman to get it safely housed, and labour
are hired from all quarters to hasten the work.
This interesting scene is beheld in full perfection only in the open field countries, where the sight at once can take in an uninterrupted extent of land waving with corn, and a multitude of people engaged in the various parts of the labour. The gathering in of the harvest is a scene that addresses itself not so much to the eye as to the heart, and the emotions that it gives rise to are not so much those of delight or surprise, as the satisfactory termination of anxiety, and, in consequence, benevolence to man, and gratitude to the Being who fills our stores with plenty, and our minds with gladness.
Be not too narrow, husbandmen! but Aling
Who pours- abundance o'er your flowing fields. In a late season, or when favourable opportunities of getting in the harvest have been neglected, the corn often suffers greatly from heavy storms of wind and rain. It is beaten down to the ground, the seeds are shed, or become rotten by the moisture : or if the weather continues warm, the corn grows, that is, the seeds begin to put out shoots. Grain in this state is sweet and moist : it soon spoils by keeping: and bread from it is clammy and unwholesome.
Harvest concludes with the field-pease and beans, which are suffered to become quite dry and hard before they are cut down. The blackness of the bean-pods and stalks, is disagreeable to the eye, though the crop is valuable to the farmer. In England, they are used as food for cattle only, as the nourishment they afford, though strong, is gross and leavy: but in most of the other countries of Europe, they contribute largely to the sustenance of the lower classes.
The rural festival of harvest-home is an extremely natural one, and has been observed in almost all ages and countries.
What can more gladden the heart than to see the long-expected products of the year, which have been the cause of so much anxiety, now safely housed, and beyond the reach of injury? The poor labourer, too, who has toiled in securing another's wealth, justly expects to partake of his happiness. The jovial harvest supper cheers his heart, and induces him to begin, without murmuring, the preparations for a future harvest.
The number of plants in flower is now very sensibly diminished. Those of the former months are running fast to seed, and few new ones supply their places. The uncultivated heaths and commons are now, however, in their chief beauty, from the flowers of the different kinds of heath