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the same sound, but differently spelled, and of different meaning.
Wright a worker in wood. The carpenter is sometimes called a housewright. Wheelwright, shipwright, millwright--the makers of wheels, of ships, and of mills.
Right not wrong.
Write to use a pen.
Rite-a religious ceremony. The baptism of infants is a rite.
Able hands-men able to work.
THE PATIENT BOY.
THERE was a journeyman, bricklayer in this town, a good workman, but a very drunken idle fellow; he spent at the dram shop almost all he earned, and left his wife and children to take care of themselves; to get food and clothes as they could.
They might all have starved, but for the eldest son, whom his father had brought up to help him at his work; and who was so industrious and attentive, that being now at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was able to earn pretty good wages, every penny of which, that he could keep out of his father's hands, he brought to his mother.
When the brute of a father came home drunk, cursing and swearing, and in such an ill humour that his mother, and the rest of the children, durst not come near him for fear of a beating, this good lad (Tom was his name) kept close
to him, to pacify him, and get him quietly to
It happened one day, Tom in climbing up a high ladder, with a load of mortar on his head, missed his hold, and fell down to the bottom, on a heap of bricks and rubbish. The by-standers ran up to him, and found him all bloody, with his leg broken, and bent quite under him. They raised him up and sprinkled water in his face to recover him, for he had fainted.
As soon as he could speak, looking round, he cried with a faint voice, 66 Oh, what will become of my poor mother?" He was carried home; and a surgeon set the broken bone. His mother stood by in the greatest distress. "Don't cry, mother," said he, "I shall get well again in time." Not a word more, or a groan, was heard while the operation lasted. was obliged to lie in his bed many weeks, to walk upon crutches for several more, and he often wanted many comfortable things which the rich enjoy, but he did not complain.-He was very thankful when he got upon his legs again, and went to work once more.
Children who make a great noise when they are forced to have a tooth drawn, or when they have a splinter or a thorn taken out with a needle, will do well to remember poor Tom. EVENINGS AT HOME.
DIFFERENT STATIONS IN LIFE.
LITTLE Sally Meanwell had been one day to pay an afternoon's visit to Miss Harriet, the daughter of Mr. Pemberton. The evening proving rainy, she was sent home in Mr. Pemberton's coach; and on her return, the following conversation passed between her and her mother.
Mrs. Meanwell. Well, my dear, I hope you have had a pleasant visit.
Sally. Oh yes, mamma, very pleasant: you cannot think what a great many fine things I have seen. And then, it is so charming to ride
in a coach.
Mrs. M. I suppose Miss Harriet showed you all her playthings.
Sally. Oh yes, such fine large dolls, so smartly dressed, as I never saw in my life before. Then she has a baby house, and all sorts of furniture in it. And she showed me all her fine clothes for the next ball; there's a white frock all full of spangles and pink ribbons; you can't think how beautiful it looks.
Mrs. M. And what did you admire most, of all these fine things?
Sally. I don't know, I admired them all; and I think I liked riding in the coach better than all the rest. Why don't we keep a coach, mamma? and why have not I such fine clothes as Miss Harriet?
Mrs. M. Because we cannot afford it, my dear; your papa is not so rich by a great deal, as Mr. Pemberton; and if we were to lay out our money upon such things, we should not be able to
pay for food and clothes, and other necessaries for you all.
Sally. But why is not papa as rich as Mr. Pemberton?
Mrs. M. Mr. Pemberton had a large fortune left to him by his father; but all the money your papa has, he gains by his own industry.
Sally. But why should not papa be as rich as any body else? I am sure he deserves it as well.
Mrs. M. Do you not think that there are a great many people poorer than your papa, who are quite as good? Sally. Are there ?
1 Mrs. M. Yes, to be sure. Don't you know what a number of poor people there are, all round us, who have very few of the comforts we enjoy? What do you think of Jones the labourer? I believe you never saw him idle in your life.
Sally. No; he is gone to work long before I am up, and he does not return till almost bed-time, unless it be for his dinner.
Mrs. M. Well; how do you think his wife and children live? Should you like that we should change places with them?
Sally. Oh, no! they are so dirty and ragged. Mrs. M. They are indeed poor creatures, but I am afraid they suffer worse evils than that. Sally. What, mamma?
Mrs. M. Why, I am afraid they do not often get as much victuals to eat as they want. And then in winter they must be half frozen for want of fire, and warm clothes. How do you think you could bear all this?
Sally. Indeed I don't know. But I have seen Jones's wife carry great brown loaves into the house; and I remember once eating some brown bread and milk, and I thought it very good.
Mrs. M. I believe you would not much like it constantly; besides, Jones's children can hardly get enough of that. But you seem to know almost as little of the poor as the young French princess did.
Sally. What was that, mamma?
Mrs. M. There was one year so little food in France, that numbers of poor people were starved to death. This was mentioned before the king's daughters. "Dear me," said one of the young princesses, "how silly that was; why, rather than be starved, I would eat bread and cheese." She was then told that the greatest part of the people in France, scarcely ever eat any thing better than black bread all their lives; and that many would there think themselves very happy to get enough of that. The young princess was sorry for this; and she parted with some of her fine things, that she might help the poor.
Sally. I hope there is nobody starved in our country.
Mrs. M. I hope not; if any cannot work for a living, it is our duty to assist them.
Sally. Do you think it was wrong for Miss Harriet to have all those fine things? The money which they cost might have relieved many poor people.
Mrs. M. Miss Harriet has money enough to be charitable to the poor, and to indulge herself