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mending, I hope, for we must not mind woaring patched clothes while we work in the woods.

G. I am not, sir.
Mr. B. Then I engage you, too.
Henry. I ani a silversmith, sir.

Mr. B. Then, my friend, you cannot go to a worse place than a new colony to set up your trade in.

H. But I understand clock and watch making too.

Mr. B. We shall want to know how time goes, but we cannot afford to employ you. At present, you had better stay where you are

Jasper. I am a barber, and hair dresser.

Mr. B. What can we do with you? If you will shave our men's rough beards once a week, and crop their hairs once a quarter, and be content to help the carpenter the rest of the time we will take you. But you will have no la dies to curl, I assure you.

Lewis. I am a physician.

Mr. B. Then, doctor, you are very welcome, we shall some of us be sick, and we are likely to get cuts, and bruises, and broken bones. You will be very useful. We shall take you with pleasure.

Maurice. I am a lawyer, sir.

Mr. B. When we quarrel and go to law, we will let you know; at present we have no need of your services.

Oliver. I am a schoolmaster.

Mr. B. That is a very respectable profes. sion : as soon as our children are old enough, we shall be glad to have you among us. Though we are hard working men, we do not mean to be ignorant: every one of us must be taught reading and writing. Until we have employment for you in teaching, if you will keep our accounts,

and read sermons to us on Sundays, we shall be glad to have you with us. Will you go?

0. With all my heart, sir. Mr. B. Who comes here ? Philip. I am a soldier, sir ; will you have me?

Mr. B. We are peaceable people, and I hope we shall not be obliged to fight. We must learn to defend ourselves, if we have occasion.

Robert. I am a gentleman, sir.

Mr. B. A gentleman! And whai good can you do to us ?

R. I mean to amuse myself.
Mr. B. Do you expect

that we should

pay

for your amusement ?

R. I expect to shoot garne enough for my own eating : you can give me a little bread and a few vegetables ; and the barber shall be my servant.

Mr. B. The barber is much obliged to you. Pray, sir, why should we do all this for you

? R. Why, sir, that you may have the credit of saying, that you have one gentleman at least in your colony.

Mr. B. Ha, ha, ha! A fine gentleman truly. Sir, when we desire the honor of your company we will send for you.

EVENINGS AT HOME.

EXPLANATIONS.
Wright-right--write-rite. Four words of

the same sound, but differently spelled, and of different meaning.

Wright-a worker in wood. The carpenter is sometimes called a housewright. Wheelwright, shipwright, millwright—the makers of wheels, of ships, and of mills.

Right-not wrong.
Write-to use a pen.

Ritea religious ceremony. The baptism of infants or of grown persons, is a rite.

Able hands-men able to work.

THE PATIENT BOY.

THERE was a journeyman bricklayer in this town, a good workman, but a very drunken idle fellow; he spent at the dram shop almost all he earned, and left his wife and children to take care of themselves; to get food and clothes as they could.

They might all have starved but for the eldest son, whom his father had brought up to help him at his work, and who was so industrious and attentive, that being now at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was able to earn pretty good wages, every cent of which, that he could keep out of his father's hands, he brought to his mother.

When the brute of a father came home drunk, cursing and swearing, and in such an ill humour that his mother, and the rest of the children, durst not come near him for fear of a beating, this good lad (Tom was his name) kept close

to him, to pacify him, and get him quietly 10 bed. His mother looked upon Tom as the support of the family, and loved him dearly.

It happened one day,'Tom in climbing up a high ladder with a load of mortar on his head, missed his hold, and fell down to the bottom on a heap of bricks and rubbish. The by-slanders ran up to him, and found him all bloody, with his leg broken, and bent quite under him. They raised him up and sprinkled water in his face to recover him, for he had fainted.

As soon as he could speak, looking round, he cried with a faint voice, " Oh, what will become of my poor mother ?" He was carried home; and a surgeon set the broken bone. His mother stood by in the greatest distress. “ Do not cry, mother," said he, “ I shall get well again in time.” Not a word more, or a groan was heard while the operation lasted. Tom was obliged to lie in his bed many weeks, to walk upon crutches for several more, and he often wanted many comfortable things which the rich enjoy, but he did not complain.—He was very thankful when he got upon his legs again, and went to work once more.

Children who make a great noise when they are forced to have a tooth drawn, or when they have a splinter or a thorn taken out with a needle, will do well to remember poor

Tom. EVENINGS AT HOME.

DIFFERENT STATIONS IN LIFE.

LITTLE Sally Meanwell had been one day to pay an afternoon's visit to Miss Harriet, the daughter of Mr. Pemberton. The evening proving rainy she was sent home in Mr. Pemberton's coach. On her return, the following conversation passed between her and her mother.

Mrs. Meanwell. Well, my dear, I hope you have had a pleasant visit.

Sally. Oh yes, mamma, very pleasant : you cannot think what a great many fine things J have seen.

And then, it is so charming to ride in a coach.

Mrs. M. I suppose Miss Harriet showed you all her playthings. Sully. Oh

yes, such fine large dolls, so smartly dressed, as I never saw in my life before. Then she has a baby house, and all sorts of furniture in it. And she showed me all her fine clothes for the next ball; there's a white frock all full of spangles and pink ribbons ; you can't think how beautiful it looks.

Mrs. M. And what did you admire most, of all these fine things ?

Sally. I cannot tell. I admired them all; and I think I liked riding in the coach better than all the rest. Why do not we keep a coach, mamma ? and why have not I such tine clothes as Miss Harriet?

Mrs. M. Because we cannot afford it my dear, your papa is not so rich by a great deal, as Mr. Pemberton, and if we were to lay out our money upon such things, we should not be able to

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