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though happily of short duration. The Indian followed his sagacious dog, which soon conducted him to the spot where the lost child lay scaithless at the foot of a large tree. Twenissa snatched him up in his arms, and with a joyful heart sped his way to where his distressed parents and friends were advancing with less speed than the son of the woods was able to do. He restored little Derick to his father and mother, when a scene of gratitude and tenderness ensued, which may be more easily imagined than described.
circumstance induced the attention of the gentleman to whom the dog belonged, who, on approaching the pond, discovered the poor animal panting in the water, with the extremity of the mouth only above the surface; on dragging it on shore, it died in great ap. parent agony. The body was opened, when the throat appeared much inflamed and swelled. Various conjectures were formed on the occasion, but the cause remained undiscovered. Some weeks after, a hornet was discovered in the village, and, as is usual, a long thread was fastened round the body, and let fly, that, on returning home, its nest might be discovered. It was traced to the very tree under whose branches the poor animal was wont to repose, and who, it now appears, had most probably been stung in the throat by one of these poisonous insects. On examining the tree, a numerous nest was found ; and in endeavouring to smother the latter, the former was consumed.
The following circumstance occurred in 1793, at Uxbridge :- A fine springer, who, during the heat of the sun, was in the practice every day of enjoying the 'shade of a stately elm, the pride of that part of the country, one evening was observed to quit his favourite retreat rather suddenly, and plunge into an adjoining pond. The singularity of the
THE 'TIS BUT BOX.
By a Young Lady of Thirteen. " My dear Robert," said Mrs. Mor. wishing for every thing you see." timer one morning, “ will you lend me “Mamma," replied Robert, hesitating, a penny for a few minutes ? for I have “I have been very foolish, but I will not enough half-pence to give to little tell you all. Yesterday you sent me to Susan, who has just called, and I am the post-office to carry a letter for papa. desirous to give her the reward I pro. I passed by old Molly Green's little mised when she could repeat the twenty shop, where some nice-looking apples third Psalm.” “No, mamma,” replied tempted me, so that I determined to Robert, at the same time colouring spend a penny, so I went in and bought deeply, “I have not one.” “I can some; and seeing some nice juicy lend you one, mamma," said Marianne, plums, I inquired the price, and was who was learning her French lesson ; informed they were twelve for a penny; and she immediately gave it to her so I bought a dozen, and then resumed mamma, who left the room to bestow it my walk, for 'tis but a penny, thought on the little girl before mentioned. I to myself; when my attention was at“ You told mamma you had not any tracted by a little wooden mouse in a money, brother," said Marianne, look- window, and, when you touched a piece ing up from her book ; “now I know of wood, it jumped up. Ah, thought you had some yesterday.” “Well, I I to myself, I should like that, it would know I had,” replied Robert, “but-," amuse my sisters at home so, and 'tis and he was proceeding to finish his but threepence; so I went in and pursentence, when Mrs. Mortimer entered chased it, and I had scarcely got out of the room, and after speaking to her the shop when I met my cousin Charles, children about little Susan, turned to who, when he saw me, cried out, O Robert and said, “My dear Robert, Robert, Robert, make haste, there is a you know your uncle gave you each six- man who shows such wonderful things, pence; now I do not wish to debar you through a glass, and only charges one from purchasing any thing useful, but I penny. Well, I thought I would go ; should not like you to get into the habit I had only a penny left, and I might of spending your money foolishly, and not find it so cheap again, and 'tis but
a penny I said, so on I ran and paid my money; but when I looked, I was quite deceived, for there was nothing very wonderful ; and that was the way I spent my money, and I often find that word, 'tis but, makes me very wasteful, but I know it is very foolish to do so.
“I am sorry, my dear Robert, to find you have thrown away your money in that way," answered Mrs. Mortimer, " and I shall only say, I hope you will be wiser for the future.' " And, mamma,” said Robert, as his mother rose to leave the room, “ when I came to look for the mouse, to show Mari. anne, I could not find it ; and, after looking every where, I was obliged to give it up; so mamma there was three pence entirely lost through 'tis but.”
My dear child," replied Mrs. Mor. timer, “ that is quite true, and I hope you will now be more careful of your money, and before you purchase any thing, think if you can do without it.”
The next morning, after the above conversation, Mrs. Mortimer was surprised she did not hear Robert getting up, for it was past six o'clock; and fearing he was unwell, she hastened to his room, but found he was not there ; but, on going into the parlour, she soon saw how Robert had been occupied.
The ingenious boy had constructed a little box, made of some thin pieces of wood, which his brother Henry had given him, and on it was written, in large letters, “ The 'Tis But Box;" and there was a small hole in the top, large enough to admit of a penny.
Robert soon after entered the room, and his mother, after wishing him good morning, said, with a smile, “ Robert, I have been admiring the little box you have been making ; it is very nicely done ; have you been up long ?"
“0 yes, mamma," answered the little boy, “and I intend, when I have a penny or twopence, that I may not spend it as foolishly as I did yesterday, to save it up, and put it into my box, and see how many 'tis but's I shall get by next year; and if it is but sixpence, it will be worth saving," added Robert, with an arch smile.
“My dear child,'' replied his mamma, "I think it a very good plan, and I am sure I will do every thing in my power to encourage you in it, for I think it is a pity you should throw your money away when you could save it up, and
purchase a nice book, as you are so fond of reading.”
A day or two after this an old man came to the door with little waxen figures to sell, and the little boy, hasten. ing to his mother, said, “O mamma, I think I will buy one, for papa gave me a shilling," and he was going to add, " and 'tis but sixpence," when he caught a glance of his box on the shelf, and he blushed, and stopped short. “ Robert," said Mrs. Mortimer, “I give you free leave to do as you choose, but remember the resolution you made a few days ago ;'' and his mother left the room. For a few minutes Robert stood longing for one of the figures, when at last he said to himself, “Can I not deny myself? I will not purchase it, for should it break, or get spoilt, there would be sixpence lost ;'' so saying, he put the money into the box, and felt happy he had been able to conquer himself.
Many a penny was put into the 'Tis But Box, and Robert determined it should be opened on the first of Janu. ary, and the little boy looked forward to the time with much pleasure, and felt gratified to think he had been able to save a little of his money.
The long wished for day at last arrived, and Robert felt scarcely able to control his feelings of joy when he awoke on that important morning; and when breakfast and prayers were over, he ran and fetched his box, and, producing his knife, in a few minutes took the top off ; a number of half-pence soon fell out, and, on counting them, what was Robert's astonishment to find the money amounted to nine shillings and twopence farthing. “O, mamma," he exclaimed, “I did not expect to find near so much ; O, how glad I am I ever thought of a 'Tis But Box; if it had not been for that, I should have spent almost all my money.
Now I will tell you what Robert did with his money; he purchased a nice Bible and hymn-hook, and gave a shilling to the old gardener; was not this better than spending his money use. lessly?
When Robert looks at his Bible and hymn-book, he remembers the 'Tis But Box; but, my young readers, I had almost forgotten that 'tis but a short paper I was to write, and therefore I now take my leave of you, hoping you will all have a 'Tis But Box next year.
&c. 82-A Child's Hymn, 83--Hope,
ANECDOTES OF ANIMALS.
Dog, 117, 152, 182.
dren to Pray, 3--The Child's Prayer,
Parental Firmness, 23—Christian Con-
sistency, 23-A Bad Memory, 23—
Imitation, 152 — Marriage, 180-
-Kent, 27, 59, 90, 124–Lancashire,
NOTICES OF BOOKS.
Hatch, 30 — Sigourney's Evening