Can be transferred: it is the only good
Man justly boasts of, or can call his own.

4. O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ;
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast;
Or wallow naked in December's snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

5.

Not a breeze
Flies o'er the meadow; not a cloud imbibes
The setting sun's effulgence; not a strain
From all the tenants of the warbling shade
Ascends, but whence the bosom may partake
Fresh pleasure unreproved.

6. If there's a Power above us,

(And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.

7. Can storied urn or animated bust

Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?

8. All that's worth a wish, a thought,
Fair virtue gives unbribed, unbought,
Cease, then, on trash thy hopes to bind;
Let nobler views engage thy mind.

9. It is not from his form, in which we trace

Strength joined with beauty, dignity with grace,
That man, the master of this globe, derives
His right of empire over all that lives.
That form, indeed, the associate of a mind
Vast in its powers, ethereal in its kind

10.

That form, the labor of Almighty skill,
Framed for the service of a free-born will
Asserts precedence and bespeaks control,
But borrows all its grandeur from the soul.

O, 'tis excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.

I DID NOT THINK OF THAT.

1. ONE day, as Mr. Lawson, a merchant tailor, stood at his cutting board, a poorly-dressed young woman entered his shop, and, approaching him, asked, with some embarrassment and timidity, if he had any work to give out.

2. "What can you do?" asked the tailor, looking rather coldly upon his visitor.

"I can make pantaloons and vests," replied the girl.

3. "Have you ever worked for the merchant tailors?"

"Yes, sir, I have worked for Mr. Wright."

"Has he nothing for you to do?"

4. "No, not just now. He has regular hands, who always get the preferencé."

"Did your work suit him?"

"He never found fault with it." "Where do you live?"

5. "In Cherry Street," replied the young woman. "At No.

Mr. Lawson stood and mused for a short time.

6. "I have a vest here," he at length said, taking a small bundle from the shelf, "which I want by to-morrow evening at the latest. If you think you

can make it very neatly, and have it done in time, you can take it."

7. "It shall be done in time," said the young woman, reaching out eagerly for the bundle.

"And remember, I shall expect it made well. If I like your work, I will give you more."

8. "I will try to please you," returned the girl in a low voice.

"To-morrow evening, recollect."

"Yes, sir, I will have it done."

9. The girl turned and went quickly away. In a back room, in the third story of an old house in Cherry Street, was the home of the poor sewing girl. As she entered, she said in a cheerful voice to her sick sister, "Mary, I have got work; it is a vest, and I must have it done by to-morrow evening." 10. "Can you finish it in time?" inquired the invalid, in a feeble voice.

"O, yes, easily."

11. It proved to be a white Marseilles.

As soon

as the invalid sister saw this, she said, "I am afraid you will not be able to get it done in time, Ellen. You are not very fast with the needle, and besides, you are far from being well.”

12. Don't fear in the least, Mary; I will do all I engaged to do."

13. It was after dark the next night when Ellen had finished the garment. She was weary and faint, having taken no food since the morning. The want of every thing, and particularly food for herself and sister, made seventy-five cents, the sum which she expected to receive for making the garment, a treasure in her imagination.

14. She hurried off with the vest, the moment it was finished, saying to her sister, "I will be back as soon as possible, and bring you some cordial, and something for our supper and breakfast.”

15. Here it is past eight o'clock, and the vest is

"I

not yet in," said Mr. Lawson, in a fretful tone. had my doubts about the girl when I gave it to her. But she looked so poor, and seemed so earnest about work, that I was weak enough to intrust her with the garment."

16. At this moment, Ellen came in, and laid the vest on the counter where Mr. Lawson was standing. She said nothing. Neither did he. Taking the vest, he unfolded it in a manner that plainly showed him not to be in a very placid frame of mind.

17. "Goodness!" he ejaculated, turning over the garment, and looking at the girl. She shrunk back from the counter, and looked frightened.

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"Well, this is a pretty job for one to bring in!" said the tailor, in an excited tone of voice 66 pretty job, indeed;" at the same time tossing the vest away from him in angry contempt, and walking off to another part of the store.

Ellen remained at the counter.

18. At length he said to her, "You need not stand there, miss, thinking I am going to pay you for ruining the job. It is bad enough to lose my material, and a customer into the bargain. In justice, you should pay me for the vest; but there is no hope for that. So take yourself off, and never let me set eyes on you again."

19. Ellen made no reply. She turned round, raised her hand to her forehead, and bursting into tears, walked slowly away.

crack, which made him run faster than ever he did before, I'll warrant.

6. "And so, with another volley of snowballs pitched into the front of the wagon, and three times three cheers, we rushed by. With that, an old fellow in the wagon, who was buried up under an old hat, and who had dropped the reins, bawled out, 'Why do you frighten my horse?'

7. "Why don't you turn out then?' says the driver. So we gave him three rousing cheers more; his horse was frightened again, and ran up against a loaded team, and, I believe, almost capsized the old creature. And so we left him."

8. "Well, boys," replied the instructor, whose celebrity and success have never been surpassed, "take your seats, and I will take my turn and tell you a story, and all about a sleigh ride too.

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9. "Yesterday afternoon, a very venerable old clergyman was on his way from Boston to Salem, pass the residue of the winter at the house of his son. That he might be prepared for journeying in the spring, he took with him his wagon, and for the winter his sleigh, which he fastened behind the wagon.

10. "His sight and hearing were somewhat blunted by age, and he was proceeding very slowly and quietly, for his horse was old and feeble, like his His thoughts reverted to the scenes of his youth of his manhood-and of his riper years.

owner.

11. "Almost forgetting himself in the multitude of his thoughts, he was suddenly disturbed, and even terrified, by loud hurrahs from behind, and by a furious pelting and clattering of balls of snow and ice upon the top of his wagon.

12. "In his trepidation he dropped his reins, and as his aged and feeble hands were quite benumbed with cold, he could not gather them up, and his horse began to run away. In the midst of the old