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tongue. Painters, of no mean power
have portrayed the scene, and _ its
memory will be thus preserved. Pre-
sents have besides poured in upon her

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and her father, and everything been done
to mark the public sympathy and ap-
probation of the daring and disinterested
deed.—Bingley’s Tales of Shipwrecks.

 

The Stag proud of his Horns—A Fable.

Sraa, drinking at a clear spring
saw himself in the water; and
pleased with the prospect, stood
afterward, for some time, con-

templating and surveying himself from
head to foot. “Ah,” said he, “what a
glorious pair of branching horns are
there! how gracefully do those antlers
hang over my forehead, and give an
agreeable turn to my whole face! If
some other parts of my body were but
proportionable to them, I would turn
' my back to nobody; but I have a set of
such legs, as really makes me ashamed
to see them. People may talk what
they please of their conveniences, and
what great need we have of them upon
several occasions, but for my part, I find
them so very slender and unsightly, that
I would as soon have none at all.”

While he was giving himself these airs,
he was alarmed by the noise of some
huntsmen and a pack of dogs, who were
making rapid way toward him. Away
he flies, in much consternation, and
bounding nimbly over the plain, left
dogs and men at a vast distance behind
him. After which, he had the ill-luck
to get entangled by his horns in a thicket,
where he was held fast till the dogs
came in, and pulled him down. Find-
ing how it was likely to go with him, in
the pangs of death, he uttered these
words :—‘ Unhappy creature that I am!
I am convinced, too late, that what I
prided myself in, has been the cause of
my undoing; and what I so much dis-
liked, was the only thing that could
have saved me. I am ruined by my
own folly.”’—Selected.