vir-tue fa-vour Cov-er wis-dom es-teem cher-ish off-spring kind-ness mourn-ed moth-er pleas-ed fly-ing watch-ful de-lights MARK that parent hen, said a father to his dearest son; with what kind care she calls her offspring, and covers them with her wings! The kite now flying in the air, seeking his prey, may perhaps dart upon her, and bear her off in his talons. Does not this sight call to your mind the kindness of your mother, and her watchful care over you in the helpless state of childhood, when she fed you with her milk, taught your limbs to move, and your tongue to lisp broken words? At that time she mourned over your little griefs; was pleased with your de lights; sought for you the healing balm in sick ness; and planted in your mind the love of truth, of virtue, and of wisdom. Oh! cherish every idea of respect for such a mother; she deserves your warmest favour, esteem, and love. BEFORE you give way to anger, try to find a reason for not being angry. To be angry is to punish yourself for the faults of others. If a word, dropped by chance from your friend, give you offence, avoid a hasty re ply, and beware of telling the cause of your anger to those persons whom you meet. When you are cool it will vanish and leave no traces behind it. Wrath kindles wrath; make it a constant rule, therefore, never to speak a single word while you are angry. Never indulge revenge to your own hurt. The sharpest revenge is to despise the affront; it will then return on him who has given the offence, and torment him with the sting of remorse. If those who hate you can put you to pain, it will give them fresh vigour: on this account, do not expose your weak side to them, nor show them whither to direct a second blow. kill-ed be-lieve laugh-ed ma-ny peo-ple A WICKED young rogue, who kept Sheep, took great pains to make fools of all the 66 poor folks who were at work near him in the fields. Help! help!" he cried; "Oh, pray come and help me; the Wolf will kill my poor Sheep! oh! the Wolf! the Wolf!”— But as soon as the good folks came up, and found that no Wolf was there, the Boy laughed at them, and called them names: and he did this many times. At last the Wolf did come in a great rage; and the young rogue then cried out for help in earnest, as loud as he could. The people, to be sure, all heard him; but, as he had put the cheat upon them so often, not one would now come near him; so the Wolf killed the Sheep, one by one, and as the Boy went to beat him off, he flew on him too, and tore him limb from limb. When a Boy or Girl is once known to tell lies, no one will believe them, even though they speak the truth. A STAG who came to drink at a river, seeing his own image in the clear stream, said, "If these slender shanks of mine were but suited to this noble and branching head, how proud I should be, as I could then despise all my foes!" He had hardly spoken these words, when he spied a pack of hounds coming full cry towards him; upon which he scoured away across the plain, leaving the dogs behind him, and soon reached a wood: but in pressing through a thicket, the bushes caught his horns, and held him till the hounds came up and tore him to pieces. When he found himself dying, he said, "How foolish I was to prefer show to service! I trusted to my horns, |