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THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

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“T thank you for your tenderness,
And for this lordly dwelling ;
Yet blame me not that keen distress
Within my breast is swelling.

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“One thing alone, my mistress dear—
Since you demand a reason—
Robs me of all my pleasure here—
My palace is my prison.”
Mother’s Magazine.

The Hornet’s Nest:

nrer Jonnson was a very bad boy,

and caused himself and others

much trouble. He was a very
bright boy, but had a bad disposi-

tion. He did not like his school, and
would not mind his parents. One day he
found a hornet’s nest in the edge of the
woods which skirted the pasture lands of
a Mr. Williams. Perhaps you never saw
a hornet’s nest; they are made round,
and hang on the limb of a tree or bush,
with a hole at the bottom through which
the hornets pass in and out. They have
powerful stings, and will swarm like bees
when their nest is disturbed, and fight
dreadfully. This wicked boy plagued the
hornets from day to day, until he had
got them very cross, and then he got
some salt and called all Mr. Williams’
horses and cattle in the field, and fed
them with salt under and around the lit-
tle tree on which the hornet’s nest hung.
As soon as they were well engaged licking
the salt, he sent a club against the nest,

and out came the hornets, and poured

upon the horses and cattle and stung
them dreadfully. They ran and snorted

AND
and kicked as though they would kill
themselves.

But he got punished, as I will tell you.
He was 8o wonderfully pleased to see the
poor horses jump and writhe in agony.
that he forgot himself, and leaped out
from his concealment, hopped up and
down, slapped his hands, and laughed
‘and shouted at a great rate. Had he
been still behind the bunch of bushes,
where he hid after throwing the club at
the nest, nothing would have harmed
him; but rushing out as he did, a portion
of the hornets were attracted by him, and
‘n the midst of his shouts at the misery
he had caused, he felt a dreadful sting
strike him in his face, and before he could
flee he was stung several times. Next
day his face was so swollen that he could
not see. The boys all laughed at him, for
they heard how it happened.— Selected.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
  

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The Prince and the Pig.

ovis VI., who was king of France

in the twelfth century, lost a son

in a very singular manner. At

that time the streets of Paris were

very narrow and filthy. Pigs were allow-

ed to run all about the city. One day,

as this prince was riding on horseback,

his horse stumbled over a pig and fell

down. ‘The prince was so much injured

by the fall, that he lived only a few hours.

After this accident a regulation was made,

that pigs should not be allowed to run in

the streets. But the monks of one of the

abbeys found fault with the regulation, and

so permission was given to the monks to

let their pigs run in the streets, if they
put bells on their necks.