him. How tea or coffee could keep people awake he did not know; he pondered long on that subject, but was never the wiser; he had never yet been kept awake by either. When the carriage stopped, and not till then, his father wakened, quite refreshed.

When they got out their postillion begged Harry to stay a minute, while he fumbled for something in the side pockets, and then in the front pocket of the carriage.

" It was here. It should be here. They told me it was here," muttered the postillion, while he continued his search with his legs out, and his body in the chaise: at last in the sword case he found what he had been told was there; and he brought out the cocoa nut, which he put into Harry's hands, telling him that a sailor charged him not to forget it. He said that a mother and child sent it to him; and the message was, that " it might make him a cup some time or other; and had good milk in it, if he could get it out."

The postillion was anxious to deliver this message correctly; for he said he knew the woman, who had been always very kind to him.

Lucy, who had been looking out of the window of the inn, watching for their return, heard what passed, and saw the cocoa nut with joy. She ran to meet Harry, and to learn from him who gave it to him, and to hear an account of his adventures. These he told with all the details she desired, till he came to the moment of the woman's crossing his passage, as he left the boat. Then pausing, and turning his cocoa nut about in every direction, he said he was ashamed to tell her how crossly he had spoken.

His father added, “Yes, Harry, you are right to be ashamed; I was ashamed for you."

"I wonder you did not tell me so at the time, father," said Harry.

" I knew it would not do you any good at the moment. I thought you would recollect it afterwards yourself, as I find you

do; and I hope the pain you now feel will prevent you from doing the same sort of thing again."

"I hope it will," said Harry; "but when that kind of feeling comes over me, it is so disagreeable I do not know what I am doing or saying. And I am angry with myself, and with the people who speak to me, and with every body. But the pain of reproaching myself afterwards with having been ill-natured is worse still, as I feel now, and I shall remember this, and I will try and conquer myself next time."

" I am sure you will try, and I am sure you will do it," said Lucy.

"Take the cocoa nut," said Harry, putting it into her hands. "We will not open it yet. Pack it up somewhere for me."

" Men always talk of packing up a thing somewhere," thought Lucy, "and women are to find where."

It required Lucy's best powers of packing to find a somewhere for the cocoa nut; but she did at last stow it into the carpet

bag, contrary to the prophecies of all beholders.

When they were leaving Bristol, they stopped at a bookseller's to buy some book or books to read in the carriage. Several works were spread upon the counter in the bookseller's shop for them to take their choice. Harry and Lucy read the title pages of some, which their father and mother allowed them to look over.

"We will dip here and there in the books," said Harry, "and see whether they look entertaining. May we, papa?"

"May we cut the leaves," said Lucy, peeping between two uncut pages.

The shopman, with some hesitation, presented an ivory cutter to her, telling her that she was welcome to cut the leaves, if she would be so good as to take care not to tear them. He became at ease when he saw her set about the operation, perceiving she was used to it, and dextrous. But care sat on the bookseller's brow, " considerate," when Harry took up the ivory knife: he thought that he would tear away,

like most other boys that he had seen, without heeding what mischief they did.

"If I make the least jag, I will stop, and show it you, sir; you may depend upon that," said Harry, proudly. "You may trust to our honour. Whoever jags first, stops."

"Very well," said their father, looking up from the book he was reading, "upon that condition you may cut away."

They were glad to see their father and mother both caught by some new book, sitting down to read. "We shall have good time," said they, "to cut and dip." After each cutting half a volume, they showed the edges of the books. Not the slightest indenture appeared, that could, by the most exact bookseller's eye, be accounted a jag. All was smooth and fair, even to the inmost recess of the dangerous corner of the quadruple page.

" Now we have cut enough," said Lucy; " let us dip three times, Harry, and catch what we may."

Harry seized upon one of the books, and