board, placed near them, to show people that they may stop there if they wish, and get what they want.

The man, who is master of such a house, is the Landlord. The mistress of the house is the Landlady. This is a public house-it is sometimes called a Tavern, and sometimes an Inn.

HISTORY OF LITTLE JACK.

THERE was once a poor old lame man, he had been a soldier, and had almost-lost the use of one leg, so he was not able to do much work. He built himself a little hut, and made a garden, where he planted potatoes, beans, and such other vegetables as he wanted to eat.

All the

money he got was given to him by people for opening a gate near his hut. People riding in coaches, do not like to have the coachmen leave horses to open a gate; they are willing to give any body a few pence to do it for him.

The money which the poor man got in this way was enough to buy him clothes, and such other things as he wanted. This poor man was very honest, so every body respected him; he was pious too, he prayed to God every night and morning; he thought of God often, and he tried to please God.

This old man had one domestic. In his walks, he one day found a little kid, that had lost its mother, and was almost famished with hunger. He took it home, and fed it, and nursed it, so that it grew very large and strong. He called

the goat Nan. Nan loved her master; she ran after him like a little dog, and eat the grass which grew round his door. She often played very prettily, so that she amused her master with her innocent tricks. The old man would lift up his eyes, and thank God, that he had given him this faithful creature.

One cold night in the beginning of winter, the old man thought he heard a child cry; he got up and struck a light, went out at the door, and looked all about; he soon found a little baby lying on the ground. The old man knew not what to do "I can hardly take care of myself," said he, "what shall I do with a poor infant? If I leave it here, the little creature will die before morning-I will take it in and give it some food, and take care of it till tomorrow."--Saying this he took up the little boy, who was only covered with a few rags. The infant smiled, and stretched out his arms to hug the old man.

When he had brought it into the hut, he called his goat Nan; her own little kid was just dead, and she had milk to spare. Nan was quite willing to nurse the little boy; he sucked till he had enough, and then fell asleep. The old man took the child to his bosom, and went to rest. He felt happy because he had done a good action. Early the next morning he waked, and gave the infant some of Nan's milk- "Who knows," said the old man, "but this child may live to be a man, and that God will make him good and happy. When he grows bigger he will be a pleasure and a comfort to me, he will

learn to be useful-to fetch my wood, and dig in the garden."

The little boy grew fast, and loved the old man dearly, and he loved the goat too. She would lie down, and little Jack would crawl on his hands and knees close to her, and go to sleep in her bosom. In a short time Jack could walk, and he soon learned to talk a little. called the old man 'Daddy," and the goat he called " Mammy."-He used to run about after his mammy.

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At night the old man would take Jack upon his knee, and talk to him while their supper was boiling over the fire. When Jack grew bigger, he opened the gate for his daddy, and learned to get the breakfast and dinner. The old man used to tell Jack stories, and amuse him very much.

Jack was delighted, when his daddy shouldered his crutch instead of a gun, and gave the word of command. "To the right-to the left -present-fire-march-halt." Jack learned all this, as soon as he could speak; and before he was six years old he could present a broomstick which his daddy had given him, with as good a grace as any little soldier.

"Never

The old man taught him to be good. tell a lie," said he, "even if you should be killed for speaking truth; soldiers never tell lies," (the old man meant true soldiers, or good soldiers.) Jack held up his head, marched across the floor, and promised his daddy, that he would always speak truth.

The old man had a great desire that his darling should learn to read and write, but he had neither books, nor pens, nor paper. In the summer the old man would sit at his cottage door and draw letters in the sand; he taught Jack their names, and taught him to make them. Jack soon learned all the letters of the alphabet, and he soon learned to combine, or put them together in syllables and words.

About this time Jack's faithful nurse, Nanny, died. While she was sick, Jack took great care of her, he tried to make her take food, and held her head upon his little bosom. All would not make her well-she died-and Jack was very much grieved. The poor goat was buried in the garden; thither Jack would go, and call upon his mammy, and ask her why she had left

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One day as he was calling Nanny, and crying, a lady came along in a carriage; she overheard Jack. As soon as Jack heard some one call, open the gate," he ran as fast as he could. The lady asked him whom he was calling, and why he cried so. Jack answered, it was for his poor mammy, that was buried in the garden.

"How did your mammy get her living?" asked the lady. "She used to eat grass hereabouts," said Jack. The lady did not know what he meant, but the old man came out of his hut, and told her the whole story of Jack. She looked at the boy, who had dried up his tears, and was playing at the coach door; she admired his activity, and his gay good-humoured face.

"Will you go with me, little boy?" said she, "I will take care of you if you behave well."

"No," said Jack, "I must stay with daddy; he has taken care of me for a long time, and now I must take care of him."

The lady was pleased with this answer; it showed Jack to be a grateful boy. She put her hand in her pocket, and took out her purse; she found half a crown in it, which she gave to Jack, and bid him buy some shoes and stockings; then she went away.

Jack knew how to use money; he had been sent to the shops to buy bread, and such things as his daddy wanted, but he did not know much about shoes and stockings. He had seen them upon others, but he had never worn any in his. life. The next day the old man made him go to the town and lay out his money.

Jack had not been gone long, before his daddy saw him come back without his shoes and stockings." What have you done with your money, Jack," said the old man.

"Dad

dy," answered Jack, "I went to the shop, and just put on shoes and stockings, but I did not like them, so I laid out the money in a warm waistcoat for you; winter is coming, and you will be cold."

One day Jack was sent on an errand. When he came home his face was frightfully swelled. "What have you been doing now," said the old man. "Only fighting with Dick the butcher." "You rogue!" said the old man, "Dick is twice as big as you, and the best fighter in the country." "No matter for that," said Jack, "he called you a beggar man; now you knov, daddy, that you are not a beggar man, but a soldier."