The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . and thus saved the humbled banker from utterdestitution. It was pitiable to see how crest-fallen were theinmates of that proud mansion, where, so littletime before, the haughtiest insolence character-ized the deportment of every one. Even the lit-tle noisy aristocratic lap-dogs seemed to realize thehumiliation, and were as mute as their the fallen family were in merciful hands. was a Christian lady in reality, and delight-ed to illustrate our Saviours golden rule, and allthe sacred precepts of our fait
The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . and thus saved the humbled banker from utterdestitution. It was pitiable to see how crest-fallen were theinmates of that proud mansion, where, so littletime before, the haughtiest insolence character-ized the deportment of every one. Even the lit-tle noisy aristocratic lap-dogs seemed to realize thehumiliation, and were as mute as their the fallen family were in merciful hands. was a Christian lady in reality, and delight-ed to illustrate our Saviours golden rule, and allthe sacred precepts of our faith. And thoughthe unfaithful banker had received a lesson ofgreat severity from the stern justice of the law,yet its rigor was so liberally abated that he neveractually suffered to the degree that the widowhad unconsciously predicted at their first inter,view with each other. But he lived to compre-hend the wise mans proverb, as introduced byMrs. Martel in the beginning of this narration,— The rich and poor meet together : the Lordis the makf^r of them all. R. rsaiLv 61 WILL YOU GO ? Will you go, Robby Wright, on the donkey with me,And see all the fine ships by the side of the sea]Through the tall trees, hke those round our garden that the pretty birds sing their blithe songs as we the roaciside are flowers, red, yellow, and blue ;There are bumblebees plenty, and butterflies , Rob, tis so nice on the donkey to our Charley, while Andrew is trotting beside !Should we meet some young robins, hell try, I catch one alive to take home to your cage ;Or a nest if we see, wont he lift you on high,Till you peep at the eggs, while old Robin s not nigh]All the people and things, then, to market that go,Carts and horses all trotting and rattling and girls, men and women, and donkeys like Bride,With baskets, hke pockets of fruit, by their side!—When wre get to the city, though ! then, Robby Wright,Ill bring you in earnest to look at
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