the execution!" was repeated by the whole assembly.

A man came at full speed-the throng gave way to his approach. He was mounted on a steed of foam. In an instant he was off his horse-on the scaffold-and held Pythias straitly embraced.

"You are safe," he cried, "you are safe, my friend, my beloved; the gods be praised, you are safe! I now have nothing but death to suffer, and I am delivered from the anguish of those reproaches which I gave myself for having endangered a life so much dearer than my own.'

Pale, cold, and half speechless in the arms of his Damon, Pythias replied in broken accents: "Fatal haste !—cruel impatience!-what envious powers have wrought impossibilities in your favour?But I will not be wholly disappointed— since I cannot die to save, I will not survive you."

Dionysius heard, beheld, and considered all with astonishment :-his heart was touched his eyes were opened—and he could no longer refuse his assent to truths so incontestibly approved by their facts.

He descended from his throne-he ascended the scaffold.-" Live, live! ye in comparable pair!" he exclaimed-" You have borne unquestionable testimony to the existence of virtue; and that virtue equally evinces the certainty of the existence of a God to reward it.-Live happy, live renowned! and, 0, form me by your precepts, as ye have invited me by your example, to be worthy of the participation of so sacred a friendship."

"From this, you may learn the value of real Friendship, which could not only make Pythias willing to die for Damon, but also vanquish the unfeeling temper of the tyrant of Syracuse.-To-morrow, my Loves, we will renew those amusements for the Iresent good night.”

NINTH EVENING.

REVENGE.

AN APOLOGUE.

THE

HE favorite of a sultan-threw a stone at a poor dervise who had requested an alms. The insulted Santan dared not to complain, but carefully searched for and preserved the pebble, promising himself he should find an opportunity sooner or later to throw it in his turn, at this imperious and pitiless wretch. Some time after he was told the favorite was disgraced, and by order of the Sultan led through the streets on a camel, exposed to the insults of the populace.

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populace. On hearing this the dervise ran to fetch his pebble; but, after a moment's reflection, cast it into a well. I now perceive, said he, that we ought never to seek revenge when our enemy is powerful, for then it is imprudent; nor when he is involved in calamity-for then it is mean and cruel."

The excellent moral contained in this short Apologue, my dear children, said Mrs. Corbest, renders it unnecessary for me to expatiate further on it; I will therefore continue my, or rather your amusement, by giving you an instance of gratitude in a poor Indian, which would confer credit on the most enlightened European.

GRATITUDE.

GRATITUDE.

GRATITUDE is a passion so firmly implanted in the human breast, by the great Author of Nature, that all the human. race, from the prince that sways the sceptre over a free and civilized people, to the meanest inhabitant of the solitary desart, feel its power, and are ambitious of cherishing its godlike dictates.

Many years past, one of the New England hunters discovered an Indian in the woods, almost perished with hunger. He had, it seems, fallen from a precipice, and dislocated his ancle, which had rendered him incapable either of returning, or providing himself with sustenance in these extensive forests. The American, moved N 3 with

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