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hear what smart things I could say, for he had often praised my wit; and not only was every word audible through the thin partition, but by means of a glass pane and a small mirror, Mr. Huggins could see all that went on.
““ Boy, does your master keep you to show rudeness to customers ?" said the old man, getting warm. “Go and tell Mr. Huggins I wish to see
5. "" He is too busy to attend the like of you," I would have said ; but at that moment, with a face half shaved and soapy, out rushed my master, exclaiming, “I'll teach you to talk so to Sir Joseph !” and, seizing me by the collar, he cuffed me soundly, and drove me into the street. The boys began to shout, and the crowd
. to thicken. I had no chance but to run home and tell my
mother. On my way I saw a handsonie carriage, with two footmen, drive up to the shop, and when iny mother went to intercede for me, she learned that Sir Joseph had bought the turbot for a great dinner, at which the King and Queen were to be present. In all his tales of grandeur and fish buying, my master had forgotten to mention that his patron ? sometimes went about streets and shops in very plain attire; and my gentility never imagined that the great Sir Joseph Banks could be seen in an old coat and a shabby beaver.
· Audible, within hearing.
Patron, one who maintains the interests of another; here it means one who dealt at the shop of another.
6. ‘My mother's visit to Mr. Sampson was successful, perhaps through the sale of the turbot. He consented to take me back without further punishment, though at first he talked of cancelling the indentures and making an example of me. Howcver, my former place in his favour was never regained. From that day William Jones became the genteel boy and the hearer of his grandest stories. The neighbouring apprentices also knew that I had been cuffed for being saucy to Sir Joseph Banks, and when that gentleman or any of his servants came to the shop, I felt ready to hide in a herring barrel. In short, the day of the great turbot, which began in such pride, left, like many a man's proud days, a long train of petty vexations behind it; but it helped to teach me that civility should not be governed by appearances, and the wisdom of that text which says, “ Honour all men.”'
7. Here my uncle's story closed; and I shall only add that it is a fact to which some old residents in the city of London could even yet testify.? All the names are of course altered, excepting that of the celebrated naturalist; and I have told it in hopes that some of the young or old may likewise learn by the same lesson which taught my uncle civility.
Cancelling the indentures, destroying the written agreement under which he was apprenticed to his master,
Testify, bear witness,
THE SWALLOW AND THE EXILE.
1. Why, feathered wanderer, why this hasty flight?
Come, swallow, rest awhile and perch by me: Why dost thou fly me thus, when I invite ?
Know'st not I am a foreigner like thee?
2. Perhaps, alas ! from thy dear native home
A cruel fate has driven thee, like me:
Know'st not I am a traveller like thec ?
3. Both in this desert, fate commands to dwell.
Dear swallow, do not fear to rest by me:
Know'st not I am an exile, e'en like thee?
4. But when the spring returns, with smile so sweet,
Then my asylum'thou wilt quit and me; Then wilt thou go, the zephyr's land to greet:
Ala;! alas ! I cannot fly like thee.
5. The country of thy birth thou then wilt find,
The nest of thy first love ; but as for me,
To me belongs compassion, not to thee.
(By permission of Messrs. Warne & Co.) Asylum, a place of refuge,
1. NEW ZEALAND is one of the groups of volcanic islands that stud the Pacific throughout its whole extent. Tremendous cliffs surround it on almost every side, and a great mountain chain runs from north to south through both the chief islands. There can be no doubt of the volcanic origin of these islands; hot springs abound, often close to glaciers and eternal snows; earthquakes also are common, and active volcanoes are not unknown.
2. The climate is damp and windy ; the summer heat is never great, and winter is unknown. The islands are always green, for water never fails, and the land is covered for the most part with a tangled jungle of trec-ferns, creepers, and climbing plants.
3. On the twenty-ninth day of our voyage from Panama, we sighted the frowning cliffs of Palliser, where the bold bluff, coming sheer down three thousand feet, receives the full shock of the South Seas-a fitting introduction to the grand scenery of New Zealand ; and within a few hours we were running up the great sea-lake of Port Nicholson tcwards long lines of steamers at a wharf, behind which were the cottages of Wellington, the capital.
4. The town is sunny and still, but with a holiday look; indeed, I could not help fancying that it was Sunday. A certain haziness as to what was the