where he had bought it, and went directly to the baker's shop which he pointed out to me.

7. I asked for some biscuits, expecting to find such as we had in Boston; but they made, it seems, none of that kind in Philadelphia. I then asked for a threepenny loaf; but they made no loaves of that price.

8. Finding myself ignorant of the prices as well as

of the different kinds of bread, I desired him to let me have threepenny-worth of bread of some kind or other. He gave me three large rolls.

9. I was surprised at receiving so much. I took

them, however; and, having no room in my pockets. I walked on with a roll under each arm, eating a third.

10. In this manner, I went through Market Street to Fourth Street, and passed the house of Mr. Read, the father of my future wife. She was standing at the door, observed me, and thought, with reason, that I made a very singular and grotesque appearance.

11. I then turned the corner, and went through Chestnut Street, eating my roll all the way; and, having made this circuit, I found myself again on Market Street Wharf, near the boat in which I arrived.

12. I stepped into it to take a draught of the river water; and, finding myself satisfied with my first roll, I gave the other two to a woman and her child, who had come down with us in the boat, and was waiting to continue her journey.

13. Thus refreshed, I regained the street, which was now full of well-dressed people, all going the same way. I joined them, and was thus led to a large Quaker meeting-house near the market-place.

14. I sat down with the rest; and, after looking around me for some time, hearing nothing said, and being drowsy from my last night's labor and want of rest, I fell into a sound sleep.

15. In this state, I continued till the assembly dispersed, when one of the congregation had the goodness to wake me. This was consequently the first house I entered, or in which I slept, in Philadelphia.

QUESTIONS.-What is modulation? What is the rule for reading narrative, descriptive, and historical writings?

EXERCISE II.

RULE 2. Language of joy, mirth, or other pleasurable emotions, should be read on a key a little

above the middle pitch, with a smooth, flowing voice, moderate stress, quick movement, and varied inflections.

THE LITTLE BOY WITH A BIG HEART.

1. George Gregory was a pretty boy. He had a broad, noble forehead, large, dark, loving eyes, and a form as straight and lithe as a little Indian's.

2. His mother was very proud of him; not because he was good, but because he was pretty.

She was a very vain woman, and talked to him a great deal about his fine clothes and his curly hair; but, for all that, she did not make out to spoil George.

3. He did not care an old marble- not he for all the fine clothes in the world; and he would have been willing to have had every curl on his merry little head clipped off, if, by this means, he could have made his playmates around him more happy.

4. George had no brothers or sisters. He was very sorry for that; he would rather have such playmates, than all the toys his father bought him.

5. His little heart was brim full of love; and his birds, and rabbits, and ponies were well enough; but they could not say, "George, I love you;" neither could he make them know what he was thinking about.

6. So he became tired of them, and would often linger in the street, and look after the little groups of children with such a desire to be with them, that I quite pitied him.

7. I used to think that George, with all his money, (for his father was very rich,) was not half so happy as little Patrick and Neil O'Conner, two little Irish

brothers who played hop-scotch every day under my

window.

8. It was a very cold day in winter. Jack Frost had been out all day on a frolic, and was still busy at his pranks. He had drawn all sorts of pictures on the window panes; such as trees, and flowers, and great high castles, and tall-masted ships, and church spires and little arbors, so oddly shaped; besides birds tha one ever dreamed of, and animals that Noah huddled into the ark.

9. Then he festooned all the eaves, and fences, and trees, and bushes, with crystal drops which sparkled in the sunbeams like royal diamonds. Then he hung icicles on the poor old horses' noses, and tripped up the heels of precise old bachelors, and sent old maids spinning round on the sidewalks till they were quite ashamed of themselves.

10. And then he got into the houses, and burst and cracked all the water-pitchers, and choked up the steady old pump, so that it might as well have been without a nose as with one; and he pinched the cheeks of the little girls till they were as red as a pulpit cushion.

11. He blew right through the key-hole on grandfather's poor old back, and ran round the corner of the street, tearing open folks' cloaks, and shawls, and furred wrappers, till they shook as if they had an ague-fit!

12. I verily believe he would as quick trip up our minister's heels as yours or mine! O, he is a mischievous rogue, that Jack Frost! And, many a time, he has tipped Aunt Fanny's nose with indigo.

13. But little George did not care a penny whistle for the fellow, all muffled up to the chin as he was in

his little wadded velvet sack, with a rich cashmere scarf of his mother's wound round his neck, and a velvet cap pressed down over his bright, curly head.

14. How the sleighs did fly past with their gayly fringed robes, and prancing horses with little tinkling bells about their necks! How merry the pretty ladies peeped from out their gay worsted hoods! O, it was a pretty sight! George liked it; all moved so briskly and seemed so happy!

15. What ails George now? He has crossed the street, stopped short, and the bright color flushes his cheeks till he looks quite handsome. Ah, he has spied a little apple-girl, seated upon the icy pavement.

16. The wind is making merry with her thin rags. Her little toes, blue and numb, peep from out her halfworn shoes; and she is blowing upon her aching fingers, vainly trying to keep them warm.

17. George looked down at his nice warm coat, and then at Kate's thin cotton gown. George was never cold in his life, never hungry. His eyes fill with tears; and his little breast heaves, as he looks upon the shivering girl.

18. Then quickly taking the warm scarf from his little throat, he throws it around her freezing form, and says, with a glad smile, "There, that will keep you warm!" and then bounds out of sight before she can thank him.

19. Old Mr. Prince stands by, wiping his eyes, and says, "God bless the boy! That's worth a dozen sermons. I will send a load of wood to little Kate's mother!"

QUESTIONS. What is the rule for the language of joy, mirth, or other pleasurable emotions? Point out some passages in the reading lesson that particularly illustrate the rule. What may you learn from the example of little George?