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Written for Burke’s Weekly. A ride, and what came of it. a STORY FOR LITTLE BOYS. NE of the greatest of all tv sins is disobedience to parents. It is not only wicked, but it surely, * and sometimes speedily, brings its punishment with it. I Jjx want to tell the little readers of jP the Weekly of a little hoy who was Wf severely punished for this sin, in the hope that it may prove a warning to them. The little boy’s name was Charlie Law rence. He lived in England, and his father was lodge-keeper for a rich gen tleman. His father’s duty was to keep the keys of the large gate, through which carriages and horses were admitted into this gentleman’s estate, and to open the gate for them when ho heard the ringing of a large bell, which was pulled from the outside. One day little Charlie was playing in the yard which surrounded his father’s house, or lodge as it was called, when lie heard the old house dog, Jowler, barking and direct wards the g‘B° be hi " answered the bell, and found a gentleman on horse back who had business with the master of the house. As he had but a few min utes to remain, lie asked permission to leave his horse at the gate, and begged that someone might be called to watch him during his absence. Charlie had fol lowed his father to the gate, and was told to watch the gentleman’s horse while he was away, but not to mount him or allow him to escape. Now, Charlie was quite er boys, he imagined that he knew better iban his father what was good for him. fbe horse left in his charge seemed to be a very quiet animal, the day was fine, and she road smooth and inviting. “What harm can there be?” he asked of himself, in mounting for a short ride. The gen tleman will be gone sometime, and I shall BUCKETS WEEKLY. be able to galop down the road and re turn long before he gets back to the gate.” Now, this was a temptation of the enemy, and the little boy ought not to have harbored it for a moment; but he encouraged it. The gentleman’s whip had fallen on the ground and lay at Charlie’s feet; he picked it up, and, be ing an active boy, soon climbed into the saddle. The horse started quietly enough at first, and would probably have continued so if master Charlie had not concluded to use his whip; but as soon as he began to ho r s'e, the - used to such (V A\ treatment, tive, and his when too late, that he had undertaken more than he could manage. The horse, though kind and gentle enough under proper treatment, was full of life and spirit, and no sooner felt the whip than he set off at a fast canter. This fright ened little Charlie nearly out of his wits, for, with all his desire to ride, he knew nothing of the management of horses ; and instead of reining in the horse and trying to stop him, he began to cry out and to beat the animal’s sides with his heels, which, of course frightened him the more. At length Charlie mustered up courage to pull upon the bridle, in the hope of stopping the horse, but it was too late. lie was now running at a furious rate, and was beyond his rider’s control. To make mothers worse, the reins of the bridle, which were old and weak, snapped in two, and Charlie was thrown violently to the ground, and left senseless on the road. Poor little Charlie was sadly hurt. One was broken? r st and his head were badly ' bruised. It was a long time before he was able to leave his bed, and longer still before he could use his arm. All this, you see, little reader, was the result of disobedience to his father’s com mand. Long days and nights of pain and anguish, in return for a few moments of guilty pleasure. Do you think it paid ? W e are glad to know that little Charlie was convinced that it did not, for he be came a better boy, and grew up to be a good man. Little Things. Suppose the little cowslip * Should hang its golden cup, And say. I am such a tiny flower I had better not grow up, How many a weary traveler Would miss its fragrant smell; How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell. Suppose the listening dew drop Upon the grass should say, What can a little drop do ? I had better roll away. The blade on which it rested Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it Would wither in the sun. Suppose the littlo breezes Upon a summers day, Should think themselves too small to cool The traveler on his way, Who would not miss the smallest And softest ones that blow, And think they make a great mistako If they were talking so. How many deeds of kindness A little child may do, Although it has so little strength And little wisdom too; It wants a loving spirit Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others by his love. llow to Got Up Early. Place a basin of cold water by the side of your bed ; when you first awake in the morning, dip your hands in and wet your brow, and sleep will not again seal you in its treacherous embrace. This is the advice given by an aged man, who has been in the habit of rising early during a long lile. By attending to this advice, you may learn to rise every morning at 5 o’clock. The editor has found it a better plan to go to bed at one regular hour. Leave the bed the moment you awake of yourself, after daylight. Nature will thus regulate the sleep to the exact amount required by the system. Mall's Journal of Health. ♦♦♦ You are an excellent book-keeper, eh, Ned?”; “ Why, no sir, I can t say that 1 am, but why do you ask that question l “Why, because you have borrowed no less than’ a dozen of my books and have kept them very securely.” ♦♦♦ jjv.y- People who boast of their knowl edge generally have but little of it, while those who possess it s i,ow it. "fjywrps 101