. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . have been punished enough, said the oldman ; forgive them, sir. Hardy looked as if he wished to speak. Not becauseyou ask it, said Mr. Trueman ; though I should be gladto oblige you—it wouldnt be just; but there, pointing toHardy, there is one who has merited a reward; thehighest I can give him is the pardon of his companions. 394 Tarlton Hardy bowed and his face glowed with pleasure, whilsteverybody present sympathized in his feelings. I am sure, thought Loveit, this is a lesson I shallnever forget. Gentlemen, said the old man, with a faltering voice, it wasnt
. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . have been punished enough, said the oldman ; forgive them, sir. Hardy looked as if he wished to speak. Not becauseyou ask it, said Mr. Trueman ; though I should be gladto oblige you—it wouldnt be just; but there, pointing toHardy, there is one who has merited a reward; thehighest I can give him is the pardon of his companions. 394 Tarlton Hardy bowed and his face glowed with pleasure, whilsteverybody present sympathized in his feelings. I am sure, thought Loveit, this is a lesson I shallnever forget. Gentlemen, said the old man, with a faltering voice, it wasnt for the sake of my apples that I spoke ; and you,sir, said he to Hardy, I thank you for saving my dog. Ifyou please, Ill plant on that mount, opposite the window, ayoung apple-tree, from my old one. I will water it, andtake care of it with my own hands for your sake, as long asI am able. And may God bless you ! laying his trem-bling hand on Hardys head ; may God bless you—Imsure God will bless all such boys as you are. 395. <5fw 0oift(pf %©mcw Toute leur etude etait de se complaire et de sentraider. : Paul et Virginie. THE foot of a steep, slippery,white hill, near Dunstable, inBedfordshire, called Chalk Hill,there is a hut, or rather a hovel,which travellers could scarcelysuppose could be inhabited, ifthey did not see the smoke risingfrom its peaked roof. An oldwoman lives in this hovel, and\} with her a little boy and girl, thechildren of a beggar, who died,these orphans perishing with hunger. Theythought themselves very happy the first time the good oldwoman took them into her hut, bid them warm themselvesat her small fire, and gave them a crust of mouldy bread tocat. She had not much to give, but what she had she gavewith good-will. She was very kind to these poor children,and worked hard at her spinning-wheel and at her knitting,to support herself and them. She earned money also inanother way. She used to follow all the carriages as they 1 Their whole study was how
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