. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . stations ; and alittle trigonometry does no harm. In short, my maxim is,no knowledge comes amiss ; for a mans head is of as muchuse to him, and more, than his hands. 1A word to the wise will always suffice.* Besides, to say nothing of making a fortune, is not there agreat pleasure in being something of a scholar, and beingable to pass ones time with ones book, and ones com-passes and pencil ? Safe companions these for young andold. No one gets into mischief that has pleasant things tothink of, and to do, when alone; and I know, for my part,trigonometry is Here t
. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . stations ; and alittle trigonometry does no harm. In short, my maxim is,no knowledge comes amiss ; for a mans head is of as muchuse to him, and more, than his hands. 1A word to the wise will always suffice.* Besides, to say nothing of making a fortune, is not there agreat pleasure in being something of a scholar, and beingable to pass ones time with ones book, and ones com-passes and pencil ? Safe companions these for young andold. No one gets into mischief that has pleasant things tothink of, and to do, when alone; and I know, for my part,trigonometry is Here the carpenter, just as he was going to pronouncea fresh panegyric upon his favourite trigonometry, wasinterrupted by the sudden entrance of his little daughterRosetta, all in tears: a very unusual spectacle ; Rosetta,take the year round, shed fewer tears than any child of herage in Naples. Why, my dear good-humoured little Rosetta, what hashappened ? Why these large tears ? said her brother 1 A buon intenditor, poche The Little Merchants Carlo; and he went up to her, and wiped them from hercheeks. And these that are going over the bridge of thenose so fast ? I must stop these tears, too, said Carlo. Rosetta, at this speech, burst out a-laughing, and said thatshe did not know till then that she had any bridge on hernose. And were these shells the cause of your tears ? said herbrother, looking at a heap of shells, which she held beforeher in her frock. Yes, partly, said Rosetta. It was partly my ownfault, but not all. You know I went out to the carpentersyard, near the arsenal, where all the children are picking upchips and sticks so busily ; and I was as busy as any one ofthem, because I wanted to fill my basket soon ; and then Ithought I should sell my basketful directly in the little wood-market. And as soon as I had filled my basket, and madeup my faggot (which was not done, brother, till I was almostbaked by the sun, for I was forced to wait by the carpentersfor t
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