day; at present we will make our way home through this path-way of the garden, which will take us round through the village with a little variation in our walk.

Whenever you please, Sir, you'll always find him at home.

Uncle, said Charles, as he walked on, what do you think of Thomas?

Why, my dear Charles?

Do you not think he loves, honors, and succors his father?

Indeed I do; it is quite evident he knows in his own heart the principles he wishes to inculcate on his children; and what an advantage does this give him, for the children cannot fail to behold the practice of the precept he teaches, and they must be persuaded of the truth of his lessons.

Look, uncle, said George, there is a boy hard at work; only listen to the clinking of his loom, how quick he must throw the shuttle.

The poor allow us the privilege of looking in upon them; we will go and talk with the boy. You are working hard, my boy; how much at this rate can you weave in a week?

I always gets my web out on Saturday night, he answered, without stopping his hand.

Then you are able to help your father and mother?

Yes, I pays them so much for my board and lodging, and for my washing; and I finds myself with clothes, (going on with his work.)

The mother who was knitting at one corner of the room, was induced to draw near, and seemed much pleased that we had noticed the boy.

Your son seems very industrious; it is a comfort to you, no doubt?

Ay, Sir, that it is; he's a good lad now, and he's found the sweets of working hard; but you see, Sir, it's only of late that we've got him to work, he used always to be idling about, and we couldn't get him to earn aught to help us, and when he grew such a big lad, he took a deal of supporting out of my husband's wages. I'm knitting these stockings for him, and he'll pay me for doing it.

What changed him to this industrious habit? Why you see, Sir, my husband hit on this experiment, as a bit of encouragement for him, and told him he should have all he could earn for himself, and pay us out of it for his meat and washing, and such like. So he fell to working, and the first week's wages he got into his own hands, he jumped about like a mad thing with delight; only he's this fault, he grudges a bit giving me enough for his meat, for now he's so big he takes a deal more keeping, and besides working so makes him more hungry.

Do you think this is a good plan?

Why yes, I do, Sir, many of our neighbors does the same; you see it makes 'em feel a bit independent, and puts a bit of spirit in them, and it's one way of making 'em help us, you see.

I doubt whether you'll find it a good plan in

the end; have you ever taught him his duty from the fifth commandment?

She hesitated a minute; at last, with a little curtsey, she said, I ask pardon, Sir, but I've clean forgot which is the fifth commandment. I could say my catechism well when I was a girl, but its all gone out of my head.

That's a pity; but that the commandment of God should have gone out of your mind is a sin, and a dreadful one too; it shows that you do not think of God as your Lord and Maker. I do not wonder you could not get your boy to work without your experiment. Tell me, my boy, do you know the fifth commandment? He pretended to be busy tying a knot in the thread, and did not answer.

I see it is not a rule in this house, but I will leave you without excuse, by repeating it for the instruction of you both, "Honor thy father and thy mother that thy days may be long in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee." Now see, if you had taught your lad this, he perhaps would have worked out of love and respect for you and his father, and have learnt to delight in succoring you. But now it is all selfish, for his own gratification, to throw off all dependence on his parents, and to look upon you as under an obligation to him, instead of his feeling his obligation to you. You will find out the mischief of this system sooner or later as you seem a woman who can calculate consequences, and which way advantage or gain may be sought, I

will request you to think of this, and whether you have not given your son a wrong motive for his industry; and when you find things going wrong with him, ask yourself if it has not been owing to this fault in bringing him up.

Why, Sir, may be your advice is good, but at present I don't seem to have much to fear. Only remember what I say, and perhaps I shall see you again.

What's your name, my boy?

Dick Johnson, he answered;-in a bold and somewhat resentful tone.

Well, Dick, I wish you may remember the word of God spoken to all sons and daughters; Honor thy father and thy mother."

My young companions again made their remarks, and showed themselves so well grounded in the sense of the commandment, that they were able to detect the false principle of training which was here adopted; but we were interrupted in our conversation by drawing near to a group of big boys and young men who were engaged in throwing quoits, and had evidently been stopped in their game by a squabble among themselves, as to the right award of victory. They were vociferating, "Fair play! fair play!" and there seemed a contention between two parties. Just at that time an elderly decent looking man came out of his house, attracted by the noise :— his countenance was full of anxious inquiry, and going up to one of them, he said,

Ah! John, you'll never mend, you're always

at this work, gambling and quarrelling, and idling and wasting your money.

What's that to you, he answered ;-my money's my own; what I've earned I've a right to spend as I please.

I wish you'd leave such ways, and come home to your mother and me.

Nay, liberty's sweet, and as long as I can earn my own bread I'll keep it.

A time will come, when perhaps thou'll be glad to have a father and a mother to come to. May be, but that's not now.

The man uttered a kind of groan, that seemed wrung from his bosom by inward anguish ;-and as if in despair, turned away and re-entered his house.

This was a scene and dialogue that struck my young friends with horror, and they seemed scarcely able to endure it.

Wicked wretch! said Charles, in a burst of indignation.

Poor man said George, let us go in and speak to him.

I wonder what his poor mother feels, said Louisa.

We will go in for a moment. We tapped at the door, which was opened to us by a very respectable looking elderly woman; she curtsied as she inquired,

What do you please to want, Sir?

To speak a word to your husband, if you please. He was gone into an inner room, but hearing