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Written for Burke’s Weekly. I-WISH AND I-WILL. A STO R Y F0 R BOYS. 13Y FANNY FIELDING. WISH and I-will, two boys, were distantly related.— They lived with their grandmother in a right qjrm'f* nice little cottage, and were quite young when it began to be observed that there was a ra@| wide difference in their ways of /W doing things. One snowy morning they sat by the fire warming and chafing their fingers, for the cold was very intense. “I wish I could get warm f’ said the former. “I never saw such weather ; it’s past all endurance. I wish the winter was over, or at any rate that it would be come milder and pleasanter, so that peo ple could have some enjoyment. Getting toes and nose nipped is no such fun.” His cousin was looking quite blue, too, and his teeth were' chattering. “Yes, it’s pretty bad,” he answered; “I, too, am tired of being cold ; I will get warm one way or another.” And so I-Will ran out into the snow, took an axe and chopped a quantity of wood, thinking to sit by a blazing hot fire all the rest of the day. But, indeed, he became so animated with the exertion, which sent the blood bounding through all his veins, that when he went carrying the huge armfuls of fuel into the house, his cheeks glowed and his eyes glistened as if they had been in a midsummer sun. By-and-by it Avas all piled in the corner, and he was ready to work at his plan of building fires the size to roast an ox, but he found that he was thoroughly warm ed already, and in a better way, too. I-AV ish was glad to see the great big logs heaped on, but he didn’t thoroughly enjoy it, because when any one suddenly opened a door or window, his teeth went off to chattering again. U I wish these lessons were learned,” ’Aid one of these boys, one night. The tasks for the next day were much harder than usual. “It’s a shame,” ho continu al, “to have given us so much to learn, md no matter how difficult ft is, the teacher 11 punish us just the same if we don t knoAv every word.” You could hardly was in earnest, for in spite of all his grandmoth u s advice, and somebody rise’s example, there he sat dangling his feet, playing hizily with the cat, or casting sour or ) awning looks into the fire. BURKE’S WEEKLY. I-Will said to himself— “ The lessons are terribly hard, that’s just the truth, but that thought doesn’t make them a bit easier, considering they’ve got to be learned. I know a boy in the school no bigger than I am who has been through this most difficult book. What’s the matter with me, that I can’t doit? I will.” And he did learn his lessons then and get through the book in the course of time. But I-Wish was punished next day, for he had desired with his lips, but not with his heart or his head. At play-time, one day, a boy from the city brought out a fancy kite to sail. It was made of many colored papers, and took the eyes of all the other boys. I-Wish longed for it, as it floated off like a gay banner in the air. Ho would “Give anything for one.” “You can make one,” said I-Will; “that’s what I intend to do. I see how it is done, and I wouldn't miss having one for a great deal.” “Makeone? How? Indeed I couldn’t. I only wish I might, but I shall never have one, if it depends on that.” I-Will ran to the nearest shop, bought his colored tissue papers, and was back before the school bell rang. When he went home that evening and learned his next day’s lessons, he fashioned his kite, which was rather an improvement on the one that had been so much admired.— By-and-by he made one for I-Wish, and for some other boys, too ; but, after all, they were only the boys who had kites that were made for them, and I-Will was the hero in the school, because ho was the one who could make them. I-Wish was a little the older of the two, I might have told you, and ought to have been able to do at least as much for him self. As they grew up, I-Will was always ahead of I-Wisli —ahead in studies, in work, in the estimation of the community. I-Wish was just as amiable as the oth er; that is, ho was just as patient and forbearing, sometimes tamely so, it was thought, yet, altogether, people said he was a good fellow. Sometimes I-Will offended persons a little, it might be, by his off-hand busi ness way, though he never intended to be rough or unkind, and pretty soon they found this out, and thought he and his ways “wore better,” as they said, than the inoffensive, insipid disposition and character of I-Wish. When they came to manhood and went off to live, one said, with a sigh : “Oh! if I only had -an establishment like Such-an-ono, (naming a rich man in tho neighborhood,) or if not that, some thing better than these bare Avails and this ovcrgroAvn Avilderness around!” “ Oh, ’ said the other, “mine is, I find, in the same condition, but l love a pretty home as Aveli as yOu do, and I shall have it.” “I Avish,” said the first, “that Stephen Girard Avas obliged to give me one-fourth or one-half of his fortune !”- “I don’t Avant any man to give me any thing,” said I-Will, “but labor and the roAvard of labor. Wi th these strong arms and a good resolution l ain better endow ed than Stephen Girard could endow me. But I’m like you, money, enough of it, is a very desirable thing; so much so that I intend to haA T e a competency if I live and have health.” I-Will Avent to Avork and cleared around his house. He rooted up the Aveeds —he planted trees and floAvers —he put on fresh clean paint, inside and out; then his fam ily helped him to keep things nice there, and he made the fields all fertile, and reaped and sold loads of grain. Golden harvests, in more senses than one, came in. I-Wish, poor felloAv ! got Avorse and worse. The longer he Avisfied, the more his property Avent to decay. The weeds overrun his fields, and the damp and mil deAv broke down his walls. He amiably Avished they wouldn’t. By-and-by the sheriff came and sold off the little pro perty in his cheerless house and vacant barn, and poor I-Wish, the little boy of so many bright visions, died at last in the alms house. Norfolk , Va. ♦♦♦ Will you give me them pennies noAV?” said a big neAvsboy to a little one, after giving him a severe thumping. “No, I won’t,” rejoined the little one. “Then I’ll give you another pounding.” “Pound aAvay! Me and Dr. Franklin agrees. Dr. Franklin says : ‘ Take care of the pence and the pounds Avill take care of themselves.’ ” JSST There is deAV in one floAver and not in another, because one opens its cup and takes it in, Avhile the other closes itself, and the refreshing drop falls to the earth. God rains wisdom and mercy as Avidcly as the deAVS, and if avc lack them it is be cause Ave Avill not open our hearts to re eeive them. They tall upon all alike. - —— miT Mother —“ Here, Tommy, is some nice castor oil, Avitli orange juice in it. Doctor “Noav don’t give all to Tom my ; leave some tor me. Tommy (Avho had tasted it before) — Doctor is a nice man, ma; give-it all to the Doctor.” 103