What the Good Girl Loves. Furnished for this work by LowELL MASON, Professor in the Boston Academy of Music. Words written by SUSAN L. WHISTON, Cooperstown, N. Y., who it is hoped will write many more songs as good as this. L. M I have read this new work with much pleasure, and recommend it to my young readers of both sexes, as possessing a great fund of entertainment and amusing information. Parents will find it a beautiful and useful present for their children, inculcating the best of morals in the most pleasing manner. It is ornamented with large handsome engravings in Anderson's MARCH, 1840. F VOL. VIII. best style, and is done up with much taste and beauty. As a specimen of the stories, we copy the one under the title of THE THE VISIT. HE next day Master Robert arrived, and the children were rather astonished to see how little he resembled the person whom their fancy had drawn. In stead of being pale and interesting, and looking like a victim, they saw a squarebuilt, red-faced, snub-nosed boy, who displayed no mark of sensibility, except in the embarrassment with which he answered Mrs. Clare's polite inquiries respecting his mother's health and his own, and if he found the walk agreeable. Certainly there was nothing very difficult to reply to in these questions; but Master Robert was what is called shy—a fault that seems ridiculous after the earliest infancy. So Mrs. Clare, perceiving this, and that he seemed quite puzzled, at last turned him over to Edward, saying 'Come, Edward, amuse Master Robert.' Edward, with the assistance of a large plate of cakes, succeeded for some time; but when not one was left, Master Robert resolutely closed his lips. He was not accustomed to converse, and therefore, to induce him to speak at all, Edward was obliged to return to the questions. 'Have you pleasant Holidays?' said he: 'which do you like best,-to be at home, or at school?' 'But you do not look to me at all starved!' observed Edward. : 'No,' said Bobby, 'I take good care of that I spend all my money in pies and tarts; and on Mondays and Tuesdays, while it lasts, how I do cram !' 'And don't you make yourself sick?' asked Flora. 'Sometimes; but, la! what has one to do but cram tartlets, after being crammed with stupid lessons?' 'Well, but the lessons do good afterwards: they teach you something, but the pies do you harm,' said Henrietta. 'Ah ha! what good do the lessons do me? I try and forget them directly ;— indeed, they go in at one ear, and out at the other: I hate them so!' And so you never mean to get a bit forwarder? But pray, when you are grown up,' said Archibald, how will you manage without being able to join in the common subjects of conversation?' 'I shall talk of horses and dogs: I like those. I know a gentleman who cares as little for reading as me, and the groom says that he has one horse so swift that " he rode him from England to France in gardener's shears, began to cut off the a day!' heads of a whole row of cabbages. 'Ah! a sea-horse' said Archibald, with mock gravity; 'yes, that must have been delightful: how surprised they must have been at Calais !' ་ 'Besides,' continued Bob, when I am a man, I shall be very rich; so I shall have plenty of things to do besides talking or reading. I shall go to feasts, and give some too: how should you like that, Master Neddy?' The feasts-O, yes, I should like both the houses and the feasts,' said Edward, 'sometimes: but I could not spend all my time in these; and I think if you did nothing else, you would have plenty of time to gape and yawn.' 'O! I gape much more when I hear sense talked, as you call it. What do I care if four and four make six, or ten? or if one king kills another, or lets it alone ? Is it not dull work, Master Archy ?' 'As I see your taste, Master Bobby,' said Archibald, quite provoked, 'we will take care not to say another sensible word.' What are you doing!' said Edward: 'I assure you we shall have Patch upon us; he is very jealous of his cabbages, and he will only allow me to take the outside leaves for my poor rabbits.' 'Well, but I will show you a trick,' said Bobby, rubbing his hands; and he set up the cut-off cabbages in their former place, and putting a little mould round them, they looked as if they were still growing. Now,' said he, 'the gardener will never find this out for some days, and then when he comes to cut them how mad he will be! O, there will be such a row!' 'No, no, indeed,' replied Edward, stopping his hand as he was beginning with a fresh row; all the fun would be that we should get blamed, or the gardener, or else somebody who is innocent.' 'O,' said Bobby, 'I see you do not know what fun is! Why, last year I pulled off every blossom of the large famous pear-tree at home: but I did it so cunningly that nobody knew anything about it, and they expected loads of fruit; but when the time came to see the young pears, what a rage everybody was in! and so puzzled, while I laughed in my sleeve.' Was that so entertaining? said Edward: 'but you will not, I dare say, do it again this year ?' So down they ran, expecting to play at some games, or run races; but Bobby's ideas of amusement were of another kind besides, he had eaten too many Ah, that is the worst of it!' said Bobcakes to be able to run. So he went in- by: for I did go a fortnight ago after to the kitchen-garden, and seizing the dark, and they had chained the largest house-dog to the tree:-0, he gave me such a gripe!' 'The biter bit,' said Archibald. 'Stop,' said Bobby; 'see! there is a linnet on that branch; now with this stone you shall see if I do not hit her off, for I am a famous shy!' O, my linnet!' said Edward. 'O, no, you must not! she comes and sings there every day her nest is close by, and if you kill her, her young ones would starve.' 'I will take care of that,' replied Bobby, for I will take the nest in a trice.' 'I am sorry to vex you,' said Edward, 'but I cannot let her poor nest be taken.' 'Well,' said Bobby in a passion, 'nothing pleases you; I might as well be with my masters as with such stupid boys!' 'Since you take such good aim,' said Edward, let us shoot with bows and arrows; indeed I wish very much to amuse you.' Indeed it is,' replied Archibald: ‘and it is a wonder that lions should be so fond of oranges. Why, they say that during the orange season, they prowl about, and walk up and down in droves along the streets of Lisbon and Seville : indeed, in some parts of Spain, each lion guards his orange-tree! 'I would rather see over the house,' said Bobby; and they immediately acquiesced. This pleased him better, especially as, in passing through the housekeeper's room, he contrived to carry off couple of oranges and a biscuit, so adroit ly, that Edward smiled, and Archibald said, 'A monkey could not have done it\'The sun shall never set again in my better !' 'Spain!' exclaimed Bobby; 'O, that' must be a droll country! Do you know that the sun never sets there? One of the kings did something, and he said, country!' Yes; that was Charles the Fifth,' said Archibald: 'but your way of telling the story is somewhat of a variation from the original.' And so, I suppose, if they always, have the sun, that the moon never comes |