I love it; and I love the furniture, which my parents gave me. But it must all be sold. Charles. Why, where shall we live? Mother. In a small house at the south end, where your nurse used to live. But I shed more tears at first about you and Ellen. We cannot afford to educate you as we intended. Charles. And there I was complaining this very morning about having to study! Mother. Your thoughtless words made my heart ache, Charles. Charles. If I have to get my living, why cannot I be a lawyer? Mother. Your father cannot send you to college: your studies must all be directed towards preparing you to enter a counting-room as soon as possible. Your father's mercantile friends respect him for striving to pay all his debts, and they will help you. But, Charles, you will find it necessary to give your most earnest attention to your new pursuits. Charles. That I will, mother. I will find out how cousin Richard manages his mind. Attention! yes, indeed I will. I shall think of nothing now but what I ought. I shall never waste my time again. Mother. You promise confidently, Charles; and, in truth, I shall shed fewer tears, if I find this change in our situation may benefit my beloved son's character. It was too plain that the expectation of a fortune from your fat er was injuring you. Wipe your eyes, Charles, and go to school; and I think you will find that study-real study-will make difficult things soon become easy; and there will be a pleasure in it you have never known, while holding your book indolently, with a wandering mind. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Note to Teachers. - The above table is designed for an exercise upon the vowel sounds. à, ả, â, â ; è, è, &c.—The Let the class utter them in concert, thus: words are placed opposite the letters mere ly to denote their sounds. This is a useful exercise, and should be often repeated. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, "My sister and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we." He soon replied, "I do admire, And you are she, my dearest dear; "I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the calender, Will lend his horse to go." Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said; We will be furnished with our own, John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; That, though on pleasure she was bent. The morning came; the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all So three doors off the chaise was stayed, Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin! Smack went the whip, round went the wheels; Were never folks so glad; The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin, at his horse's side, For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, When, turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, "Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty, screaming, came down stairs"The wine is left behind!" "Good lack!" quoth he; "yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, Now Mrs. Gilpin, careful soul, Each bottle had a curling ear, Then, over all, that he might be His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, |