Foachim the Mimic. 65

this ;—I can make your head clever, but I cannot
make your heart good: I can give you the power
of imitation, but as to what you imitate, that muft
depend upon yourfelf, and the great Being I dare
not name !”

After faying this, the Genie laid his immenfe
forefingers on each fide of Joachim’s head jutt
above his forehead, and then difappeared.

Joachim felt no pain, but when he got up and
put on his cap to go home, his head feemed al-
mott too large for it.

Perhaps he wanted a new cap, but the phreno-
logifts would tell you he had got the organ of Imi-
tation.

He did not thoroughly underftand what the
Genie faid, but he was convinced that fomething
had been done towards making him like to the
young King. As he was dawdling home, his eye
was ftruck by the fight of a beautiful becaufe pic-
turefque dark fifhing-boat, which he faw very
plainly, becaufe the red fun was fetting behind it.
Joachim felt a ftrange with to make fomething
like it; and, taking up a bit of white chhlk he
faw at his feet, he drew a piture of the boat on
the tarred fide of another that was near him.
While he was fo engaged, an old fifherman came
up very angrily. He thought the child was dif-
figuring his boat ; but, to his furprife, he faw that
the little fellow’s drawing was fo capital, he wifhed
he could do as much himéelf.

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