not ended in wickedness; but remember one thing; I shall not forgive you, if, henceforward, you associate with this unprincipled boy! (To Thomas.) Begone, sir! I am glad to see shame on your face. Had my boy taken your advice, he too, would have been at this moment a detected, consciencesmitten, despised liar; but he is holding up his head, and his heart is light in his bosom. You are the very boy, Thomas, whom I was requested to take into my employment; but I will have nothing to do with you. Never come near my son again!

PHYSIOGNOMY.

Frank. It appears strange to me that people can be so imposed upon. There is no difficulty in judging folks by their looks. I profess to know as much of a man, at the first view, as by half a dozen years' acquaintance.

Henry. Pay, how is that done? I should wish to learn such an art?

Frank. Did you never read Lavater on Physiognomy? Henry. No. What do you mean by such a hard word ? Frank. Physiognomy means a knowledge of men's hearts, thoughts, and characters, by their looks. For instance, if you see a man with a forehead jutting over his eyes like a piazza; with a pair of eyebrows heavy like the cornice of a house; with full eyes and a Roman nose,-depend on it, he is a great scholar, and an honest man.

Henry. It seems to me, I should rather go below his nose, to discover his scholarship.

Frank. By no means; if you look for beauty, you may descend to the mouth and chin; otherwise, never go below the region of the brain.

Enter George.

George. Well, I have seen a man hanged. And he has

gone to the other world, with just such a great forehead, and Roman nose, as you have always been praising.

Frank. Remember, George, all signs fail in dry weather.

George. Now, be honest, Frank, and own that there is nothing in all this science of yours. The only way to know men is by their actions. If a man commit burglary, think you a Roman nose ought to save him from punishment?

Frank. I don't carry my notions so far as that; but it is certain that all the faces in the world are different ; and equally true that each has some marks about it, by which one can discover the temper and character of the person.

Enter Peter.

Peter. (To Frank.) Sir, I have heard of your fame, from Dan to Beersheba; that you can know a man by his face, and can tell his thoughts by his looks. Hearing this, I have visited you, without the ceremony of an introduction.

Frank. Why, indeed, I profess something in that way. Peter. By that forehead, nose, and those eyes of yours, one might be sure of an acute, penetrating mind.

Frank. I see that you are not ignorant of physiognomy. Peter. I am not; but still I am so far from being an adept in the art, that unless the features are very remarkable, I can not determine with certainty. But yours is the most striking face I ever saw. There is a certain firmness in the lines which lead from the outer verge to the center of the apple of your eye, which denotes great forecast, deep thought, bright invention, and a genius for great purposes.

Frank. You are a perfect master of the art. And to show you that I know something of it, permit me to observe, that the form of your face denotes frankness, truth and honesty. Your heart is a stranger to guile; your lips to deceit, and your hands to fraud.

Peter. I must confess that you have hit upon my true

character, though a different one from what I have sustained in the view of the world.

Now see two strong exam(While he is saying this,

Frank. (To Henry and George.) ples of the truth of physiognomy. Peter takes out his pocket-book and makes off with himself.) Now, can you conceive, that, without this knowledge, I could fathom the character of a total stranger?

Henry. Pray, tell us by what marks you discovered that in his heart and lips were no guile, and in his hands no fraud?

Frank. Ay, leave that to me; we are not to reveal our secrets. But I will show you a face and character which exactly suit him. (Feels for his pocket-book in both pockets,looks wild and concerned.)

George. (Sarcastically.) Ay, "In his heart is no guile, in his lips no deceit, and in his hands no fraud! Now we see a strong example of the power of physiognomy !"

Frank. He is a wretch ! a traitor against every good sign! I'll pursue him to the ends of the earth!

Henry. Stop a moment. His fine, honest face is far enough before this time. You have not yet discovered the worst injury he has done you.

Frank. What's that? I had no watch or money for him to steal.

Henry. By his deceitful lips, he has robbed you of any just conception of yourself; he has betrayed you into a foolish belief that you are possessed of most extraordinary genius and talents. Whereas, separate from the idle whim about physiognomy, you have no more pretense to genius, or learning, than a common school-boy. Learn, henceforth, to estimate men's hands by their deeds, their lips by their words, and their hearts by their lives.

KINDNESS RECOMMENDED.

Jack. Good-morning, Solomon.

Solomon. Good-morning, Jack: I see you are going about with Isaac Wilson, and the people say you have come to live with him awhile, and try to make something of him.

Jack. I expect to stay there till my father begins his haying and harvest.

Solomon. You will find Isaac very much like the jockey's horse, that had but two failings.

Jack. What were those two?

Solomon. One was, the horse was bad to catch.

Jack. What was the other?

Solomon. When they had caught him he was good for nothing.

Jack. I hope Isaac is not so bad as the horse you tell of; he will make a very decent man yet, if he will only try, in

earnest.

Solomon. Ay, there is the difficulty, my good fellow ;who can change that bag of sand into a smart boy?

Jack. I should hardly think that any young lad would be such a dolt as not to try to make himself respectable in the world.

Solomon. You might as well teach a fish to eat grass in the fields, as to make any thing of that lazy fellow.

Jack. We should be very careful, Solomon, about speaking evil of our neighbors.

Solomon. Well, I know it is wrong; but I do not know that we can say any thing good about Isaac Wilson. Every one talks against him, and says the same that I do. He is so bad that one cannot speak too harshly of him.

Jack. But I think the true way is to keep silent, if we

cannot speak well of one; certainly silence is better than slander.

Solomon. I think there is truth in what you say, and I feel that I have done wrong. I am sorry for my thoughtlessness, and am resolved to be more careful for the future.

Jack. I am truly glad to hear you say so, Solomon. Perhaps, the very reason Isaac is so bad as you represent is, that every one has been against him, and treated him as though he was really a worthless fellow. Now, I intend to treat him kindly, and, if possible, induce him to respect himself; and if you and others will aid me, I hope he may yet become a happy and useful member of society. At any rate, let us do right, and treat him as we ought, and then we shall not be in fault if he persists in his misconduct.

Solomon. I will certainly do all I can to aid you. Goodevening.

Jack. Good-evening.

DE PORTMENT.

Charles. Good-morning, friend Amos; I am glad to see you, for I have been thinking about something, and should like to know how you feel about the same.

Amos. Well, friend Charles, you and I agree on most subjects, and perhaps we shall on that which now troubles you. What have you been thinking about?

Charles. Why, I have been thinking that our teachers say too much respecting our conduct out of school, If we behave well in school,-study our lessons diligently, recite accurately, and obey the rules of the school,—I think that is enough, and we ought to be left to do as we please when we are out of school.

Amos. I do not know that I shall agree with you on that point; our teachers wish us to behave well everywhere, and