THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S 
WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
No. 43.] 
YOUNG BARNES. 
And did you never hear of young 
Barnes? No? Well, then, I will tell 
you about him. 
Young Barnes was a greedy boy; he 
never saw any one else with anything 
nice but immediately he wanted to have 
it himself. 
When he went to school he became 
a perfect little torment to all his school- 
fellows. Charlie Grote had a pretty 
little pen-knife with an ivory handle: 
young Barnes thought he should like 
it himself, so he asked for it (for he 
was not nice about such matters), but 
Charlie Grote said it was a keepsake 
from a cousin of his, and he could not 
part with it. Young Barnes was not 
easily deterred when he had set his 
affections upon anything, so because he 
found that Charlie Grote objected to 
give him the knife, he was all the more 
resolved to have it. 
Young Barnes was sharp enough, and 
’cute enough, but he had unfortunately 
very poor notions of right and wrong; 
he was always quick at his lessons, and 
was rather a favourite with the school- 
master, — yet very few of the other boys 
liked him. 
One day Charlie Grote had some 
twenty lilies to recite, but unluckily he 
had mislaid the book and could not 
find it : now he knew if he did not 
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know the lines by heart when the 
schoolmaster was ready for him, lie 
should get well scolded, and perhaps 
get a caning. Poor boy ! he was almost 
at his wit’s end. 
Young Barnes came to his relief. 
“ I say, Grote, do you want a ‘ British 
Nepos?’” 
“ To be sure I do,” replied Grote. 
“ Well,” said young Barnes, “ I’ll 
lend you mine — ” 
“Oh! you good creature!” burst out 
Grote. 
“Yes,” said Barnes, “I’ll lend you 
mine, if you’ll give me your ivory- 
handled knife.” 
“What! won’t you lend it without?” 
exclaimed Grote, in surprise, for he was 
a generous little fellow himself, and 
would never have thought of doing 
such a mean and shabby trick. 
“No,” said Barnes; “I can’t lend 
you my book for nothing ; so give us 
the knife, old fellow, and you shall 
have the book.” 
Charlie Grote felt terribly vexed about 
it, but he did not see how he could 
help himself, and the ivory-handled 
knife was reluctantly handed over, and 
henceforth took up its abode in the 
waistcoat-pocket of young Barnes. 
Oh ! he was a clever fellow was 
that young Barnes! When he went 
home, at the end of the half-year, lie 
had such a collection of pen-knives 
and pencil-cases as you never saw ; for 
SATURDAY, JULY 25, 1857. 
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