man camp, and probably that from which Suetonius Paulinus sallied when he routed Boadicea, Queen of the Iceni, who in consequence poisoned herself.

"These are a people, papa," said Maгу, "that I do not recollect hearing of." "I must again refer you to the History of England," replied he; "but thus far I will inform you, they were the ancient inhabitants of Suffolk, Norfolk, Cambridgeshire, and Huntingdonshire."

"The situation of this village, considering its vicinity to London, is very pleasant," said Charles.

"It was thought so much so," answered Mr. Richardson, "by Queen Elizabeth, that she frequently rode here of an even. ing. In one of these excursions she was surrounded by such a number of beggars as greatly alarmed her, and caused the Recorder to search into it, when he apprehended, the next morning, seventyfour; many of whom were known rogues, and were in consequence sent to Bridewell, and punished. I must not here,

Charles, neglect to inform you, that, on the west side of the village, is a fine reservoir called the New River-Head, from which the water is conveyed by means of pipes, to supply the greater part of the inhabitants of London."

By this time they had passed through the town, and again entered the fields, when their attention was attracted by two young sailors, apparently not above sixteen or seventeen years of age, one of whom had lost a leg, and seemed, by the difficulty with which he walked, and his leaning on his companion, as if his wound was not perfectly healed: what increased their curiosity was, that he frequently burst into tears; and that his companion not only supported but appeared to speak to him in most soothing terms.-" Poor boy!" said Charles; "don't you think, Sir, he appears to walk in great pain ?"

"I fear he does," replied Mr. Richardson," and will therefore speak to them; if any thing can be done to solace him, I will readily perform it."

With these words he addressed the lame sailor, saying, "My good lad, you seem to walk with difficulty, the exertion may be dangerous: if your companion will go back to Islington and procure some person to assist in supporting you, I will willingly pay them."

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How soothing, in the hour of sorrow, is the voice of humanity! It reached at once the heart of the poor lad, who regarding Mr. Richardson, his eyes swimming in tears, replied, "Heaven bless your goodness, Sir! there is no occasion; my wound, though rather painful, is in no danger.

"Are you lately returned from sea ?" said Mr. Richardson.

Yes, Sir; we have both been on board men of war, and both very unfortunate," answered the sailor that had not before spoken, " for my poor cousin George here has lost his limb, as you see; and I have lost what I regard a thousand times dearer than my life-a dear, good, and sincere friend." As he

spoke, he turned aside, and wiped off the tears that streamed from his eyes on the recollection.

Yes, Sir," continued the lame boy, "William lost his captain; he was mortally wounded in the last severe engagement, and William was shot in the shoulder in leading him from the deck."

Mr. Richardson paused a moment, then said, "Your misfortunes have been severe; but now you are returned, have you any friends to receive and comfort you under them ?"

The lame boy cast his eyes on the ground, in silence; but his companion replied, "I trust in God we have both mothers, Sir; we have been absent two years, and are now returning home to Edmonton."

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"That distance I think too far for your relation," said Mr. Richardson ; engage, therefore, the first conveyance you meet; these young folks will willingly pay the expense."

Charles and Mary wanted no second

command; each presenting half-a-crown to the lame sailor. "God's blessings light on you, Sir," replied the boy, drawing back; "we will not impose on your generosity'; we have more than sufficient to carry us home; but you are like the Samaritan in the Scripture. May you be happy in this world and in that to come! May your children be ever good and dutiful, and then they will never suffer like me!"

Mr. Richardson, who was anxious on every subject that could convey instruction to his children, replied, "I hope you have no occasion of self-reproach to increase your misfortunes ?"

"Alas, Sir!" returned he, "I have but too many; they have doubled every pang; for I have ever remembered that I deserved all I suffered."

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"At least," replied Mr. Richardson,

you appear sorry for your errors. Misfortunes are often salutary; they teach us to know ourselves, and how insignificant we are without the protection of a beneficent Creator. Will you