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compared to the anchor of which she was the 

 buoy, the cable of which being suddenly- 

 snapped asunder she would have sailed down 

 the stream of time, uncontrolled and un- 

 hampered, had she not been arrested by the 

 strong hand of poverty. Small means are 

 great soberers. Mrs. Eobinson found her- 

 self compelled to cut her pattern to her 

 cloth, that is, live quietly, and in compara- 

 tive obscurity. She had formerly fumed at 

 her husband, but there was no use in chafing 

 now against circumstances. She had only 

 to submit. Her brother resided with her, 

 and for the sake of his income she was com- 

 pelled to put up with his advice, which, 

 luckily for Fanny, always came to the side 

 of good sense and humanity. 



; Well, Fanny love,' said her uncle, whose 

 kind heart mourned over the punishment he 

 had unwarily drawn upon her ; ' dry your 

 eyes. If you would like to go to the opera 

 with me this evening, I'll take you.' 



' No, thank you, uncle,' said the little girl ; 

 ' all those big fiddles make such a noise 

 that they make my head ache.' 



' Why you monkey,' said Mr Langtree, 

 laughing, ' to call such music ' noise.' No 

 matter, if you don't want to go you shan't. If 

 there is any thing else you would like to 

 have you had better speak quick, for I 

 am in good humor now.' 



1 Oh,' said the child, throwing her arms 

 round his neck, - yes, there is the prettiest 

 pattern for working in worsteds at a shop in 

 the arcade. It is a little dog with long ears 

 and something in his mouth, I don't know 

 what exactly,' (it would have puzzled older 

 people to determine) and on Fanny went in 

 her description, getting quite excited with 

 the recollection, when suddenly she stopped, 

 and her countenance changed as she said 

 sorrowfully, ' but I suppose mamma would 

 not let me work it if you were to give it to me.' 



'Why not?' inquired her uncle. 



' Because, 1 she said, turning her earnest 

 young face toward him, ' she never lets me 

 sew. She says it makes me stoop, and 

 besides is a loss of time. Oh,' continued she, 

 with animation, ' how I mean to sew, when I 

 have got through with learning every thing !' 



Mr. Langtree only laughed and said, 



' Well, I am glad you have decided against 

 the opera, for it is beginning to rain.' 



' Is it ?' said Fanny in an accent of disap- 

 pointment, ' oh ! I am so sorry. Now I shall 

 not be able to go to Sunday-school to -morrow.' 



' What is to prevent you ?' 



' Mamma never lets me go in bad weather, 

 as she says I will take cold. But I never 

 take cold when I go in the rain to take my 

 dancing lesson, and so I should not think I 

 would now — would you?' she said, inno- 

 cently turning to her uncle, who only smiled 

 in silence. 



And thus Fanny's education went on, and 

 at the age of sixteen she was very much what 

 she had been at six, neither musician nor 

 dancer ; speaking French, but hating French- 

 men, a simple-hearted, straightforward good 

 girl, without either taste or talents for so- 

 ciety, and loving her uncle Langtree better 

 than any one in the world, and only longing 

 for a time to come when she should be 

 married, that ' mother need not fuss about 

 her dress or care how she looked ;' for, she 

 said to her old confidant, Mr. Langtree, 



' Mother always wants me to look better 

 than I can ; and there is no use in that, 

 is there ?' 



' None in the world, I should think,' said 

 Mr. Langtree, with a hearty burst of laughter, 

 highly diverted at the form in which Fanny 

 had couched her mother's ambitious and 

 somewhat unreasonable expectations. 



A Whisper in a Mother's Ear. 



Mothers! Listen! — Being once in company 

 with a mother and her three children, we ob- 

 served one of them, a boy about six years old, 

 who was particularly unruly and mischievous. 

 At one act of his rudeness, his mother, beino- 

 somewhat excited, turned to him and threatened 

 to punish him severely if he should repeat it. In 

 a few minutes, the little fellow did precisely the 

 same thing, and as the mother did not notice it, 

 we ventured to say to him, " Did you not hear 

 your mother say she would punish you if you 

 did that again ? " — The urchin, with the ex- 

 pression of a bravado on his countenance, 

 quickly replied, "I'm not afraid; mother often 

 says she'll whip me\ but she don't do it." The 

 mother smiled, as if her little boy had really 

 said a smart thing; but, alas! she was teaching 

 him a lesson of insubordination which would 

 probably make her heart ache. Mothers, never 

 unnecessarily threaten ! but when you do threaten, 

 be careful not to falsify your ivord. — Family He- 

 rald. [Whenever we witness such scenes as 

 these, and they are of hourly occurrence, we 

 should like to see the parent punished instead of 

 the child. How very many children there are, 

 who live to curse their parents!] 



Locusts. 



The Locust is a species of the Gryllus genus, 

 in which genus are included the common grass- 

 hopper and cricket. Most warm countries are 

 subject to the devastation of these terrible insects, 

 for terrible they are, destroying all appearance 

 of vegetation wherever they alight, even stripping 

 the leaves from the trees. Locusts are used for 

 food; the Arabs, and also the Moors, hunt them, 

 and after frying them in oil, sell them publicly. 



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