"After all"—says he—“ I think 1 will stay at home, and play a game or two at billiards."

He played half a game, but could not make a stroke to please himself. His tutor, who was present, now thought it a good opportunity to ask his lordship if he would read a little.

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Why-I think I will-for I am tired of doing nothing. What shall we have ?"

"Your lordship left off last time in one of the finest passages in the Æneid. Suppose we finish it."

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Well-ay! But-no-I had rather go on with Hume's history. Or-suppose we do some geography?"

"With all my heart. The globes are upon the study table."

They went to the study; and the little lord, leaning upon his elbows, looked at the globethen twirled it round two or three times-and then listened patiently while the tutor explained some of its parts and uses. But whilst he was in the midst of a problem," Come"-said his lordship-" now for a little Virgil."

The book was brought; and the pupil, with a good deal of help, got through twenty lines. "Well"—said he, ringing the bell-I think we have done a good deal. Tom! bring my bow and arrows."

The fine London made bow in its green case, and the quiver, with all its appurtenances, were brought, and his lordship went down to the place where the shooting butts were erected. He aimed a few shafts at the target, but not coming near it, he shot all the remainder at random, and then ordered out his horse.

He sauntered, with a servant at his heels, for a mile or two through the lanes, and came, just as the clock struck twelve, to a village green, close by which a school was kept. A door flew open, and out burst a shoal of boys, who, spreading over the green, with immoderate vociferation, instantly began a variety of sports. Some fell to marbles -some to trap ball-some to leapfrog. In short, not one of the whole crew but was eagerly employed. Every thing was noise, motion, and pleasure. Lord Linger, riding slowly up, espied one of his tenant's sons, who had been formerly admitted as a playfellow of his, and called him from the throng.

"Jack"-said he-"how do you like school?" O-pretty well, my lord !"

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"What-have you a good deal of play?" "O no! We have only from twelve to two for playing and eating our dinners; and then an hour before supper."

"That is very little, indeed!"

"But we play heartily when we do play, and work when we work. Good by, my lord! It is

my turn to go in at trap."

So saying, Jack ran off.

"I wish I was a schoolboy !"-cried the little lord to himself.

A Goose, who was plucking grass upon a common, thought herself affronted by a Horse who fed near her, and in hissing accents thus addressed him. "I am certainly a more noble and perfect animal than you, for the whole range and extent of your faculties is confined to one element. can walk upon the ground as well as you; I have, besides, wings, with which I can raise my

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self in the air; and when I please, I can sport in ponds and lakes, and refresh myself in the cool waters: I enjoy the different powers of a bird, a fish, and a quadruped."

The Horse, snorting somewhat disdainfully, replied, "It is true, you inhabit three elements, but you make no very distinguished figure in any one of them. You fly, indeed; but your flight is so heavy and clumsy, that you have no right to put yourself on a level with the lark or the swallow. You can swim on the surface of the waters, but you cannot live in them as fishes do; you cannot find your food in that element, nor glide smoothly along the bottom of the waves. And when you walk, or rather waddle upon the ground, with your broad feet, and your long neck stretched out, hissing at every one who passes by, you bring upon yourself the derision of all beholders. I confess that I am only formed to move upon the ground; but how graceful is my make! how well turned my limbs! how highly finished my whole body! how great my strength! how astonishing my speed! I had far rather be confined to one element, and be admired in that, than be a goose in all."

THE GRASS TRIBE.

Tutor-George-Harry.

Harry. Pray what is that growing on the other side of the hedge?

George. Why, it is corn-don't you see it is in ear?

H. Yes-but it seems too short for corn; and the corn we just now passed is not in ear by a great deal.

G. Then I don't know what it is. Pray, sir, will you tell us?

Tutor. I don't wonder you are puzzled about it. It is a sort of grass sown for hay, and is called rye grass.

H. But how happens it that it is so very like corn ?

T. There is no great wonder in that; for all