18. "And yet you didn't "-Fritz could not get any farther, for his cheeks were in a perfect blaze, and he rushed off without another word.

19. "Cousin Herbert was right," said Joc to himself; "that coal does burn; and I know Fritz would rather I had smashed every egg in his basket than offer to lend him that book. -But I feel fine;" and little Joe took three more summersaults, and went home with a light heart, and a grand appetite for breakfast.

20. When the captain and crew of the little vessel met at the appointed hour, they found Fritz there before them, eagerly trying to repair the injuries; and as soon as he saw Joe, he hurried to present him with a beautiful little flag which he had bought for the boat with part of his egg-money that very morning. 21. The boat was repaired, and made a grand trip, and every thing turned out as cousin Herbert had said. And Joe's heart was so warm and full of kind thoughts, that he never was more happy in all his life.

1. "Put the young horse in plow," said the farmer; and and very much pleased he was to be in a team with Dobbin and the gray mare. It was a long field, and gayly he walked

across it, having hard work to keep at so slow

a pace.

2. "Where are we going now?" he said, when he got to the top of the hill. "This is very pleasant."

3. "Back again," said Dobbin.

4. "What for?" said the young horse, rather surprised; but Dobbin had gone to sleep, for he could plow as well asleep as awake.

5. "What are we going back for?" he asked, turning round to the old gray mare.

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6. 66 Keep on," said the gray mare, or we shall never get to the bottom, and you will have the whip at your heels."

7. "Very odd, indeed," said the young horse, who thought he had had enough of it, and was not sorry he was coming to the bottom of the field.

8. But great was his astonishment when Dobbin, just opening his eyes, again turned, and proceeded at the same pace up the hill again.

9. "How long is this going on?" asked the young horse.

10. Dobbin just glanced across the field as his eyes closed, and fell asleep again, as he

began to calculate how long it would take to plow it.

11. "How long will this go on?" asked the young horse again, turning to the gray mare. 12. "Keep up, I tell you," she said, "or you'll have me on your heels."

13. When the top came again, and another turn, and the bottom, and another turn, the poor young horse was in despair; he grew quite dizzy, and was glad, like Dobbin, to shut his eyes, that he might get rid of the sight of the same ground so continually.

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14. Well," he said, when the gears were taken off, "if this is your plowing, I hope I shall have no more of it." But his hopes were vain; for many days he plowed, till he was tired of complaining.

15. In the hard winter, when comfortably housed in the stable, he cried out to Dobbin, as he was eating some delicious oats, "I say, Dobbin, this is better than plowing; do you remember that field?

16. "I hope I shall never have any thing to do with that business again. What in the world could be the use of walking up a field just for the sake of walking down again? It's enough to make one laugh to think of it."

17. "How do you like your oats?" said Dobbin.

18. "Delicious!" said the young horse. 19. "Then please to remember, if there were no plowing, there would be no oats."

THE LITTLE PHILOSOPHER.

1. Mr. Clark was one morning riding by himself, when, dismounting to gather a plant in the hedge, his horse became frightened and galloped off before him.

2. He followed, calling the horse by name, which at first stopped him; but on his approach the horse set off again.

3. At length, a little boy in a neighboring field, seeing the horse, ran to the road, stopped him, took him by the bridle, and held him till the owner came up.

4. Mr. Clark looked at the boy and admired his ruddy countenance. "Thank you, my good