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sleep, and tell that I had money; which if I should do, and one.of the rogues should hear me, they would pick it out of my bosom, and of my hand too, without waking me; and after that thought I could not sleep a wink more; so I passed that night over in care and anxiety enough. And this, I may safely say, was the first night's rest that I lost by the cares of this life and the deceitfulness of riches.

As soon as it was day I got out of the hole we lay in and rambled abroad in the fields toward Stepney, and there I mused and considered what I should do with this money, and many a time I wished that I had not had it; for, after all my ruminating upon it and what course I should take with it, or where I should put it, I could not hit upon any one thing or any possible method to secure it; and it perplexed me so that at last, as I said just now, I sat down and cried heartily. When my crying was over, the case was the same: I had the money still, and what to do with it I could not tell. At last it came into my head that I should look out for some hole in a tree and see to hide it there till I should have occasion for it. Big with this discovery, as I then thought it, I began to look about me for a tree, but there were no trees in the fields about Stepney or Mile-end that looked fit for my purpose; and if there were any that I began to look narrowly at, the fields were so full of people that they would see if I went to hide anything there, and I thought the people eyed me, as it were, and that two men in particular followed me to see what I intended to do.

This drove me further off, and I crossed the road at Mile-end, and in the middle of the town went down a lane that goes away to the Blind

Beggar's at Bethnal Green. When I got a little way in the lane, I found a footpath over the fields, and in those fields several trees for my turn, as I thought. At last, one tree had a little hole in it pretty high out of my reach, and I climbed up the tree to get it, and when I came there I put my hand in, and found, as I thought, a place very fit; so I placed my treasure there, and was mighty well satisfied with it. But, behold, putting my hand in again to lay it more commodiously, as I thought, of a sudden it slipped away from me, and I found the tree was hollow and my little parcel was fallen in out of my reach, and how far it might go in I knew not; so that, in a word, my money was quite gone, irrecoverably lost. There could be no room so much as to hope ever to see it again, for 'twas a vast great tree.

As young as I was, I was now sensible what a fool I was before, that I could not think of ways to keep my money, but I must come thus far to throw it into a hole where I could not reach it. Well, I thrust my hand quite up to my elbow, but no bottom was to be found, nor any end of the hole or cavity. I got a stick of the tree, and thrust it in a great way, but all was one; then I cried-nay, roared out, I was in such a passion; then I got down the tree again, then up again, and thrust in my hand again till I scratched my arm and made it bleed, and cried all the while most violently. Then I began to think I had not so much as a halfpenny of it left for a halfpenny roll, and I was hungry; and then I cried again. Then I came away in despair, crying and roaring like a little boy that had been whipped; then I went back again to the tree, and up the tree again; and thus I did several times.

The last time I had gotten up the tree I happened to come down not on the same side that I went up and came down before, but on the other side of the tree, and on the other side of the bank also; and, behold! the tree had a great open place in the side of it close to the ground, as old hollow trees often have; and, looking in the open place, to my inexpressible joy, there lay my money and my linen rag all wrapped up just as I had put it into the hole; for, the tree being hollow all the way up, there had been some moss or light stuff which I had not judgment enough to know was not firm, that had given way when it came to drop out of my hand, and so it had slipped quite down at once.

I was but a child, and I rejoiced like a child, for I hollowed quite out aloud when I saw it; then I ran to it and snatched it up, hugged and kissed the dirty rag a hun dred times, then danced and jumped about, ran from one end of the field to the other, and, in short, I knew not what-much less do I know now-what I did, though I shall never forget the thing; either what a sinking grief it was to my heart when I thought I had lost it, or what a flood of joy overwhelmed me when I had got it again.

While I was in the first transport of my joy, as I have said, I ran about and knew not what I did; but when that was over, I sat down, opened the foul clout the money was in, looked at it, told it. found it was all there, and then I fell a-crying as violently as I did before, when I thought I had lost it.

DANIEL DE FOE.

CUNNING. Cunning pays no regard to virtce, and is but the low mimic of wisdom.

BOLINGBROKE.

THE DOCTOR.

A DOCTOR of physic rode with us along

There was none like him in this wide
world's throng

To speak of physic and of surgery,
For he was grounded in astronomy.
He very much prolonged his patients' hours
By natural magic, and the ascendant powers
Of figures that he cast his art could make
Benign of aspect, for his patient's sake.
He knew the cause of every malady,
Were it of cold or hot, or moist or dry,
And how engendered-what the humors

were:

He was a very perfect practiser;
The cause once known, and root, of the
disease,

Anon he placed the sick man at his ease.
Full ready had he his apothecaries
To send him drugs and his electuaries,
And each one made the other sure to win:
Their friendship was no new thing to begin.
Well the old Esculapius he knew,
And Dioscorides, and Rufus too;
Hali and old Hippocrates and Galen,
Serapion, Rasis and wise Avicen,
Averroes, Damascene and Constantin,
Deep-seeing Bernard, Gatesden, Gilbertin.
His diet by its nutriment weighed he,
For to be charged with superfluity
In meat and drink had been to him a libel;
His study was but little in the Bible.
He was all clad in crimson and sky-gray,
With thin silk lined, and lustrous taffeta;
And yet he was but moderate in expense.
He hoarded what he gained i' the pesti-
lence;

For gold in physic is a cordial old,
Therefore the doctor specially loved gold.

GEOFFREY CHAUCER,

THE BELLE OF THE BALL.

YEARS, years ago, ere yet my dreams

Had been of being wise or witty,
Ere I had done with writing themes
Or yawned o'er this infernal Chitty,
Years, years ago, while all my joy
Was in my fowling-piece and filly-
In short, while I was yet a boy-

I fell in love with Laura Lilly.

I saw her at the county ball:

There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet, in that old hall,

Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far

Of all that set young hearts romancing;
She was our queen, our rose, our star;
And when she danced- O Heaven! her
dancing!

Dark was her hair; her hand was white;
Her voice was exquisitely tender;

Her

eyes were full of liquid light;

I never saw a waist so slender.

Her every look, her every smile,

Shot right and left a score of arrows: I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she left her sparrows.

She talked of politics or prayers,

Of Southey's prose or Wordsworth's sonnets, Of daggers or of dancing bears,

Of battles or the last new bonnets. By candle-light, at twelve o'clock

To me it mattered not a tittle:

If those bright lips had quoted Locke,
I might have thought they murmured
Little.

Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal;

I spoke her praises to the moon,

I wrote them for the Sunday Journal. My mother laughed: I soon found out That ancient ladies have no feeling; My father frowned, but how should gout

See any happiness in kneeling?

She was the daughter of a dean

Rich, fat and rather apoplectic; She had one brother-just thirteen— Whose color was extremely hectie; Her grandmother for many a year Had fed the parish with her bounty; Her second cousin was a peer,

And lord-lieutenant of the county.

But titles, and the three-per-cents,
And mortgages, and relations,
great
And India bonds, and tithes, and rents,-
Oh, what are they, to love's sensations?
Black
eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks—
Such wealth, such honors, Cupid chooses;
He cares as little for the stocks

As Baron Rothschild for the Muses.

She sketched: the vale, the wood, the beach,

Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading; She botanized: I envied each

Young blossom in her boudoir fading; She warbled Handel: it was grand;

She made the Catalani jealous;

She touched the organ: I could stand

For hours and hours to blow the bellows.

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