THE YOUTH'’S CABINET. 93

An Awkward Mistake.

rarmeR, who had purchased a

calf from a butcher, desired him

to drive it to his farm, and place

‘t in his stable, which he ac-
cordingly did. Now, it happened, that
almost every day,a man with a grinding
organ and dancing bear, passing by that
way, began their antics in front of the
farm. After amusing the farmer, for
some time, the organ man entered the
farm-house, and asked the farmer if he
could give him a night's lodging. The
farmer replied, he could give the man
Jodging, but he was at a loss where to
put the bear, After musing a little, he
determined to bring the calf inside the
house for that night, and place the bear
in the stable, which was done. Now,
the butcher, expecting the calf would re-
main in the stable all night, resolved to
steal it before morning; and the farmer
and his guest were in the night awaken-
ed by a fearful yelling from the out-
building. Both got up, and taking a
lantern, entered the stable, where the
farmer found, to his surprise, the butcher
of whom he had bought the calf, in the
grasp of the bear, which was hugging
him tremendously ; for he could not bite,
being muzzled. The farmer immediately
understood the state of the case, and
briefly mentioned the circumstance to the
owner of the bear, who, to punish the
butcher for his intended theft, called out
to the bear, “ Hug him, Tommy !” which
the bear did in real earnest, the butcher
roaring most hideously the whole time.
After they thought he had suffered
enough, thay set him free, and the
butcher walked off, glad to eseape with
his life — Selected.

me a great service, for all that. You
have made me love men more, by proving
to me that there are still hearts full of
honesty and gratitude. As hats figure
with so much honor on your head, there
is one for you. I do not ask that you
give up that of your benefactor ; I only
desire that when you cannot wear that
any longer, you treat mine in the same
way; and every year, on the same day,
you shall find another, to take the place
of the old one.”

This act, on the part of the count, was
only an honest artifice, to which he re-
sorted to manage the pride of one on
whom he was conferring a favor. After
having gained the heart of the peasant
‘n this manner, he more easily found the
way, without wounding the feelings of
the peasant, to relieve the wants of his
family, who had been almost ruined by
misfortune. It was not long before he
had the satisfaction of seeing that fami-
ly as happy in their gratitude for acts
of kindness, as he was in performing
them.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  

Call ye me Poor?

Call ye me poor? The sunbeams smile
As warmly, brightly on my home,
Though ’tis an humble log-built pile,
As on the lordly palace dome.

Call ye me poor? Content am I
My lot to bear, where’er it be ;

Though grief may sometimes cloud my sky,
I'll hope a brighter day to see.

Call ye me poor? I am not s0,

While God’s rich bounty still is mine ;
To him my all of good I owe—

Whom, scorner, owest thou for thine ?