felt some of the inconveniences that might arise from associating with such people."

"And I," said Frank, "am very glad I have nothing more to do with Squire Rogers, good-natured as he is.

"Now go," said his mother, "and eat that cherry pie with Mary, who would not eat any till you came in."

Frank, who wanted some refreshment after his fatigues of body and mind, obeyed his mother with even more than his usual alacrity; but when he came to the last cherry, he resumed his reflections.

"Father," said he, "was Squire Rogers really born a gentleman? for I remember in his passion he said, that his family was as good as that of any gentleman in England."

"He is of a good ancient family; he

was born, but not bred a gentleman: he was early suffered to keep low company, and he became fond, when a boy, of their vulgar jests, and he delighted in their vulgar praise. As a man, he has continued to feel the mean vanity of wishing to be the first person in company, and as he could not be superior in the society of gentlemen of cultivated minds, he shunned their conversation, in which he felt himself always uneasy; and he has lived with his inferiors, by whom he is admired :

"Fond of applause, he sought the feasts
Of vulgar and ignoble beasts."

Papa," said Mary, "I know where those lines are."

"Do you indeed, Mary?" said Frank. "How odd it is that you should know what I do not. Where are those lines?"

"Guess," said Mary.

Say more of them," said Frank, and then I will tell you, if I know

دو

where they are.
Mary repeated,

"A lion cub, of sordid mind,
Avoided all the lion kind."

"Oh, Frank, I have told it to you now; if you do not know it now you never read it: nor did I ever read it till yesterday. May I take down the book-your large beautiful Gay's Fables, with prints, mamma?"

"You may," said she.

She took down the book, and found the fable of the Lion and the Cub, which Frank begged that she would read to him, whilst he eat a second edition of cherry pie.

THE winter and spring passed, and summer came again. Nothing remarkable occurred in Frank's history during some months.

We must not, however, omit the history of some rides, which he took at different times with his father. In one of these he went to see his friend Colonel Birch, who was now, to his great happiness, with his regiment, quartered in a neighbouring town. Colonel Birch rode with them to the race-ground, where the regiment were then exercising by the officer second in command.

Frank had never, till now, seen soldiers manoeuvred. It was a regiment of horse; and Frank was much amused with seeing them perform their exercises. He observed how obedient men and horses were to the word of command, and how useful and necessary it

was that they should be so. The regiment were now dismounted, and

having formed into a line, Colonel Birch, turning to Frank, said quickly, "Dismount, Frank, and give your horse to this man to hold."

Frank did so, with the same promptness with which he saw the soldiers obey. The instant afterwards he heard a man call out some words, which he did not distinctly hear, and all the soldiers fired at once, with a noise that made Frank start, and Felix rear and plunge so much, that the man could scarcely hold him. Frank observed, that Colonel Birch's horse, and the horses of all the soldiers, stood perfectly quiet during the firing.

"Yes," said his father; "because they have been trained or taught to do so." "And whenever you can leave Fe