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I NEVER IMPORTUNE. 
A ROSE LEAF, 
Tuere was an academy at Amadan, whose 
statutes were couched in these terms,— The 
academicians think much, write little, and talk 
less!” Dr. Zeb, celebrated all over the east, 
being informed of a vacancy in that academy, 
hastened to obtain it, but unfortunately arrived. 
too late. The academy was in despair ; it had 
just granted to power that which belonged to 
merit alone. The president, not knowing how 
to express a refusal which reflected so much 
discredit on the assembly, commanded a cup to 
be brought, which he so exactly filled with 
water, that one drop more would have caused 
it to overflow. The learned candidate under- 
stood, by this emblem that there was no place 
in the academy for him. He was retiring in 
disappointment, when he perceived a rose leaf 
at his feet. At this sight hope revived; he 
took the rose leaf, and placed it so gently upon 
the water which filled the cup, that not a single 
drop was lost, At this ingenious teat every 
one clapped their hands, and the doctor was 
received by acclamation among the members of 
the silent academy, 










