neighbourhood, who had risen in life by their own learning; and one, old Andrew Cook's son, who supports his parents in their old age. This seemed to make him listen a little; but, in a minute, he replied, Ah, it will be all one a hundred years hence, whether Jem gets learning or not. He may not grow up to help me, or I may not live to want it; and why should I give up the three shillings a week for what may never come to pass?' I tried to make him understand that learning might qualify his boy to do much good in the world-good that would last on earth more than a hundred years, and that might add to his happiness for ever; he could only look at the present moment; and at last I prevailed upon him, only by engaging to give the boy task work out of his school hours, by which he might still earn his three shillings a week. The little fellow is at it from five o'clock in the morning till eight, and again in the evening; and he bids fair to make a good scholar, and a good man."

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While this conversation passed between Uncle Barnaby and his old gardener, Anthony had been employed in taking off and planting some cuttings of choice geraniums for me to take home with me. My uncle having left the greenhouse, "There, master Samuel," said the old man, as he plunged the pots in a box of earth, and placed them in the most advantageous situation, "if you stay with us another fortnight or three weeks, I hope these cuttings will all have struck. By next year, they will be fine large plants, and perhaps when you . look upon them in time to come, you may think of old Anthony, when his head rests under the clods of the valley. Now, my dear young master,

of your

remember, will you, that as these plants, and cuttings or seedlings from them, may far outlive the hand that planted them, so may the consequences actions and your character? Do not let the things of earth engross too much of your care and concern; for a hundred years hence, they will be to you as though they had never been. But with your conduct, and the pursuits in which you engage, and the connexions you form, the matter is very different. Before you engage in anything of this kind, always use yourself to consider, What influence will this have upon myself or others, a hundred years hence? and from this day forward, my dear young gentleman, as long as you live, never let a day pass, without inquiring, Where, and how, and what shall I be, a hundred years hence?"

"THE WORLD WAS NOT MADE

FOR YOU."

THIS was a common saying with old Anthony, in reply to the captious complaints of unreasonable and selfish people. I must do him the justice to add, that he often applied it to himself, which the sayers of shrewd sayings are not always in the habit of doing, but are more inclined to refer the application to their neighbours. Anthony, however, if any thing happened to vex or disappoint him, checked the rising disposition to fret, by saying, "Ah, well, the world was not made for me.'

On one occasion, a party of friends was engaged to go on a fishing excursion to an eyot, or little island, of my uncle's, a few miles up the river. We had all counted much on the pleasure of the day, and taken great interest in the preparations that were made for it. The pleasure-yacht had been newly painted and fitted up. The young people had been studying Walton, and providing themselves with varieties of rods, lines, and baits, according to his graphic directions. Mrs. Rogers was as busy as a hen with one chick, preparing all sorts of delicacies for our refreshment, and impressing on the servants who were to attend us, the proper form and order in which they were to

be placed on the table. Anthony was not a whit behind the rest in displaying his taste, and discovering his desire to contribute to the pleasure of the day, by decorating the cabin and deck with festoons of flowers. It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening before the arrangements were completed; and then, as we were to embark at a very early hour in the morning, my uncle suggested that we had better retire to rest.

Oh, what a lovely night it was! Not a cloud obscured the dark blue sky; and the full-orbed moon, attended only by the evening star, walked forth in brightness and majesty, and flung its silvery radiance over the gently rippling wave. The air was perfumed with the fragrance of bean-blossoms and new-mown hay, wafted from distant meadows. The sweetly plaintive song of the nightingale thrilled on the delighted ear; and even the tremulous "too-whoo" of the night-owl, that occasionally broke from the wood on the opposite shore, formed a not unpleasing accompaniment to the melody. I think I never obeyed my uncle's summons with greater reluctance than when it warned me to retire from this delightful scene. As we walked slowly towards the house, old Anthony faintly said, "I hope that westerly breeze does not bode rain; but we certainly smell the bean-flowers more than we have done, though they have been in blossom best part of a week; and the moon will be full soon after midnight: and see how busy the spiders are within doors. Young gentlemen, I hope you will not be disappointed. Good-night.'

These portentous words first suggested to my mind the possibility that we might be disappointed. I asked Frank's opinion of the weather. Why,"

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said Frank, "I really do not understand much about the weather. Nothing can be more delightful than it is at present: but Anthony seems rather suspicious of it, and men of his calling are generally observant and accurate." Oh," said Arthur, "it is sure to be fine. There is no sign whatever of rain, except in the imagination of that ill-natured old croaker, who delights to spoil our pleasure." I could not help replying to Arthur, that he spoke very unjustly of Anthony, who always took delight in witnessing and promoting our innocent pleasures, and had been doing so much for us on the present occasion. The bell rang for family worship, which put an end to the discussion. As we passed through the hall, Frank touched the barometer, which vibrated in confirmation of Anthony's forebodings; and though the moonbeams still played on the water, (which we could see from our chamber window,) they were broken by passing clouds. Ah, well," said Frank, "they are only passing clouds; and though a change of weather may be approaching, it may yet be at some distance, and hold fine at least over to-morrow. And if it should be a little shady, that is all the more favourable for fishing.' ." I was quite willing to concur in prognostications so accordant with my wishes: so we fell asleep, hoping the best for to-morrow. But we were awakened, early in the morning, by the loud pelting of hail against our chamber windows.-"But perhaps it is only a shower. A shower soon after sunrise Anthony sometimes calls the pride of the morning.' "Yes; really I hope that is the case, for the rain abates; look, Frank, the sun is coming out quite bright!" "Ah, but it has what Anthony calls 'a watery