Penn. Is that all? Thou well knowest a longer im prisonment has not daunted me. This is not the way to

compass your ends.

Rob. You bring yourself into trouble. You will be heading of parties, and drawing people after you.

Penn. Thou mistakest. I would have thee and all men know that I scorn that religion which is not worth suffering for, and able to sustain those that are afflicted for its sake. Thy religion persecutes, mine forgives. I leave you all in perfect charity.

Rob. Send a corporal with a file of musketeers with him.

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Penn. No, no; send thy lackey. I know the way to Newgate.

CX. -LEARN TO LABOR.

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1. A FEW years since, a notorious burglar, named Tay, was tried at Toronto, in Upper Canada, and sentenced to the penitentiary for twenty years. When brought up to hear the judgment of the court, and asked if he had anything to say why the penalty of the law should not be pronounced against him, he replied as follows:

2. "No, my lord; I have violated the laws of my country. I have been tried by an impartial jury and convicted, and I humbly bow to their decision, throwing myself entirely upon the leniency of the court.

3. There are, however, two favors which I would ask, if a felon in the dock dare ask a favor: first, that, as I have no means of my own, though a portion of the money taken from me belonged to myself, the court would see my counsel properly paid, since he has ably, though unsuccessfully, defended me.

4. "The second is, that when I am sent to the penitentiary they would intercede and have me taught a trade or profession, in order that, should I ever be released, I may be able to earn an honest livelihood. I attribute my present course

of life solely to the circumstance that I was never brought up to any trade.

5. "Should I not be taught any occupation while in the penitentiary, when I come out I shall be friendless, homeless, penniless, and ragged; and I shall be tempted to resume my old habits, and become what I was before robber."

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CXI.

TECUMSEH'S REGARD FOR HIS PROMISE.

1. THE North American Indians have sometimes displayed traits of character which it would be well for civilized people to imitate. It is related of Te-cum'seh, the Indian warrior and prophet, that he would keep a promise even towards an enemy.

2. While the British were in full possession of the country around Detroit, Tecumseh, who was an ally' of the British, and opposed to the Americans, visited the river Raisin. The inhabitants along that river had been deprived by the enemy of nearly all their means of subsistence.

3. A poor and infirm old Frenchman, named Ri-vard', had contrived to keep a pair of oxen out of sight of the wandering bands of Indians. But one day, while his son was at work with the oxen, Tecumseh came up and said, "My friend, I must have those oxen. My young men are very hungry, and have nothing to eat. We must have the

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oxen.

4. Young Rivard remon'strated. He pleaded that his father was dependent on the oxen for his support, and that he would starve if they were taken away. "Well," replied Tecumseh, "we are the conquerors, and everything we want is ours. I must have the oxen; my people must not starve; but I will not be so mean as to rob you of your property. I will pay you for the oxen one hundred dollars, and that is more than they are worth.”

5. Tecumseh then employed a white man to write an

order for the money on the British Indian agent, Colonel' Elliott, who was on the river some distance below. The oxen were taken and killed; large fires were built, and the forest warriors were soon feasting on the flesh.

6. Young Rivard took the order to Colonel Elliott, but that officer at once refused to pay it, saying, "We are entitled to a support from the country we have conquered. I will not pay it." With a sorrowful heart, the young man took back the answer to Tecumseh, who said, "To-morrow we will go and see."

7. In the morning he took young Rivard, and went to see the colonel. On meeting him, the Indian said, "Do you refuse to pay for the oxen I bought?"-"Yes," rereplied the colonel; and he then repeated the reasons he had given for refusing.

8. "I bought them," said Tecumseh, "for my young men, who were very hungry. I promised to pay for them, and they shall be paid for. I have always heard that white nations went to war with nations, and not with peaceful individuals; that they did not rob and plunder poor people. I will not do so, in any event."-" Well," said the colonel, "I will not pay for the oxen."

9. "You can do as you please," replied the chief; "but before Tecumseh and his warriors came to fight the battles of the great king, they had enough to eat, for which they had only to thank the Master of Life and their good rifles. Their hunting-grounds supplied food enough; and to them they can now return.”

10. This threat produced a sudden change in the colonel's mind. The defection of the great chief would have been disastrous to the British cause. "Well," said the colonel, "if I must pay, I will."—"Give me hard money," said Tecumseh; "not rag-money-not army bills."

11. The colonel then counted out a hundred dollars in coin, and gave them to him. The chief handed the money to young Rivard, and then said to the colonel, "Give me

one dollar more." It was given; and, handing that also to Rivard, Tecumseh said, "Take that; it will pay you for the time you have lost in getting your money."

CXII. ABRAM AND ZIMRI.

1. ABRAM and Zimri owned a field together,
A level field hid in a happy vale.

They ploughed it with one plough, and in the spring
Sowed, walking side by side, the fruitful seed.
In harvest, when the glad earth smiled with grain,
Each carried to his home one half the sheaves,
And stored them with much labor in his barns.
Now, Abram had a wife and seven sons,

But Zimri dwelt alone within his house.

2. One night, before the sheaves were gathered in,
As Zimri lay upon his lonely bed,.

And counted in his mind his little gains,
He thought upon his brother Abram's lot,
And said, "I dwell alone within my house,
But Abram hath a wife and seven sons,
And yet we share the harvest sheaves alike:
He surely needeth more for life than I;
I will arise, and gird myself, and go
Down to the field, and add to his from mine."

3. So he arose, and girded up his loins,
And went out softly to the level field.

The moon shone out from dusky bars of clouds,
The trees stood black against the cold blue sky,
The branches waved, and whispered in the wind.
So Zimri, guided by the shifting light,

Went down the mountain path, and found the field,
Took from his store of sheaves a generous third,
And bore them gladly to his brother's heap,
And then went back to sleep, and happy dreams.

4. Now, that same night, as Abram lay in bed,
Thinking upon his blissful state in life,

He thought upon his brother Zimri's lot,
And said, "He dwells within his house alone,
He goeth forth to toil with few to help,

He goeth home at night to a cold house, And hath few other friends but me and mine,". (For these two tilled the happy vale alone); "While I, whom Heaven hath very greatly blessed, Dwell happy with my wife and seven sons, Who aid me in my toil, and make it light, – And yet we share the harvest sheaves alike. This surely is not pleasing unto God. I will arise, and gird myself, and go Out to the field, and borrow from my store, And add unto my brother Zimri's pile." 5. So he arose, and girded up his loins,

And went down softly to the level field.
The moon shone out from silver bars of clouds,
The trees stood black against the starry sky,
The dark leaves waved and whispered in the breeze.
So Abram, guided by the doubtful light,
Passed down the mountain path, and found the field
Took from his store of sheaves a generous third,
And added them unto his brother's heap;
Then he went back to sleep, and happy dreams.
6. So the next morning with the early sun

The brothers rose, and went out to their toil.
And when they came to see the heavy sheaves,
Each wondered in his heart to find his heap,
Though he had given a third, was still the same.
7. Now, the next night went Zimri to the field,
Took from his store of sheaves a generous share,
And placed them on his brother Abram's heap,
And then lay down behind his pile to watch.
The moon looked out from bars of silvery cloud,
The cedars stood up black against the sky,
The olive-branches whispered in the wind.