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I will tell you what I will do for you. I will not lend you what you ask, but I will GIVE you three hundred dollars at the end of a month from this time, if you will go and shake the old crab-tree, which grows at the farthest end of your farm, every morning, at four o'clock, during the ensuing month.”

Harry's heart, which was very sad when he first met his brother, now bounded with joy, and such joy as he had not felt for a long time. He was filled with astonishment that John should be so unexpectedly kind, and he promised most earnestly to shake the crab-tree to pieces, if that would please him.

The brothers then parted, and Mr. Harry Tripp wondered, as he travelled along the road home, what could be his brother's object in making so strange a request, and he at last decided that it was a whim. He, however, went home well pleased, and that night went to bed early.

Now Mr. Harry Tripp was a sensible man, and knew very well how farming business should be conducted, and it was not ignorance, but negligence, that occasioned his troubles. He awoke next morning and dressed himself, but on going down stairs he found

that it was past six o'clock. He felt very much vexed that he had overslept himself, but thought that as every one was so still in the house, that the clock was wrong; so he called for Sally, the house-servant, to ask her whether the clock was right; but Sally was soundly asleep. He then called Betty, the dairy-maid; but Betty was asleep too. He next called Tom, who looked after the horses; but Tom slept also. He then felt sure that the clock was wrong; so he went into the highroad, and ventured to ask a stranger passing by, who told him it was nearly seven o'clock.

Mr. Harry returned pretty quickly to the house, and gave them all proof that he at least was up. All accused themselves on account of over-sleeping, and wondered what accident had made their master get up so very early, and all passed off amidst his scoldings and angry looks. That evening Farmer Tripp again went to bed, bent on fulfilling his promise about the crab-tree. When he awoke, however, and went down stairs he found that it was past five o'clock, and again he was angry with himself. He, however, walked out into the farm-yard, and in walking round the buildings observed that none of his servants were at

their work; but he saw a strange man coming out of his barn with a sack of wheat on his back; and on Mr. Harry asking where he was going to with it, he said, “ Nowhere;” and, throwing it down violently against Mr. Tripp, laid him prostrate on the ground, and made

his escape.

Long did the farmer wait for his servants to appear. One by one they dropped in, each one as much astonished at the sight of his master as if he had been an apparition, but all prepared with a plausible ex


It was many days before Farmer Tripp could get up so early as four o'clock, but he always found some reward for his early rising, by detecting the evil doings of his servants. One morning he found a valuable cow in the barn, eating new wheat, which might have killed her, and there was no one at hand to prevent her. Another morning he found a man quietly driving away several sheep into an adjoining wood, which he meant to steal. Many, very many, were the rewards of this sort which he met with, each morning that he went forth.

The report now went about that Farmer Tripp had

become a reformed man, and that good must come of it. His neighbors welcomed him, and those who had before refused to trust him, now showed no reluctance. He saw clearly what his brother's scheme was, in telling him to shake the old crab-tree at four o'clock in the morning. He persevered in his task, though conviction had soon come upon him forcibly; and at the end of the month, how delighted was he to see his brother John ride up to the door, to fulfil his promise as faithfully as Harry had performed his strange commission.

It was a gentle but effective reproof, and one that did credit both to John's head and heart; and it caused a warm attachment between the brothers, which lasted as long as they lived.

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O fly, dear boy, thy paper kite,

And throw the bounding ball, And gaze upon their rapid flight,

And mark their distant fall.

Or bend the bow with archer skill,

The stone unerring slingMake bubble worlds ascend at will,

Shoot marbles in the ring.

Or, mimic warrior, boldly guide

Thy sword without a stainAnd plant thy tiny cannons wide,

And bloodless battles gain.

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