PERSEVERE AND PROSPER.

tip-toes to, whisper into her ear, “If you
please, I do not want Uncle Tom or anyone
to know about my arm. Harry did not
_ Mean it, it was quite an accident.”

“You are a good little fellow,” said Mrs.
D’Eyncourt, kissing him affectionately.

When she was gone from the room,
Arthur went up to Harry, who was seated
with his elbows on a table, holding his chin
between his hands, and looking full of
thought. “Come, Harry! what are you
thinking about ?”

“T was thinking what a brute I am.”

“Why, that’s as bad as Fanny; she says
just the same, and it is not true, you know.
Yow ’re a boy, and not a brute,” said Arthur,
who was quite in good spirits, and wished
to make Harry laugh,

“Does Fanny say I’m a brute? Well,
Arthur, the word may be wrong, but the
meaning is right. A boy who behaves with
the same senseless violence as a brute, is
much worse than any brute I know of, I

wonder what Fanny will call me, when she
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