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beer-barrels, brother Swipes. But here comes the graceless nephew,-- the young reprobate. He must be present, as a matter of course, you know. (Enter Frank Millington.) Your servant, young gentleman. So, your benefạctress has left you, at last !

Swipes. It is a painful thing to part with old and good friends, Mr. Millington.

Frank. It is so, sir; but I could bear her loss better, had I not so often been ungrateful for her kindness. She was my only friend, and I knew not her value.

Cur. It is too late to repent, Master Millington. You will now have a chance to earn your own bread.

Swipes. Ay, ay, by the sweat of your brow, as better people are obliged to. You would make a fine brew er's boy, if you were not too old.

Cur. Ay, or a saddler's lackey, if held with a tight rein.

Frank. Gentlemen, your remarks imply that my aunt has treated me as I deserved. I am above your insults, and only hope you will bear your fortune as modestly as I shall mine submissively. I shall retire. (Enter 'SQUIRE DRAWL.)

'Squire. Stop, stop, young man! We must have your presence. Good morning, gentlemen. You are early on the ground.

Cur. I hope the 'Squire is well to-day.
Squire. Pretty comfortable for an invalid.

Swipes. I trust the damp air has not affected your lungs.

'Squire. No, I believe not. You know I never hurry. Slow and sure is my maxim. Well, since the heirs at law are all convened, I shall proceed to open the last will and testament of your deceased relative, according to law.

Swipes. It's a trying scene to leave all one's possessions, 'Squire, in this manner!

Cur. It really makes me feel melancholy when I look round and see every thing but the venerable owner of these goods. Well did the preacher say, “All is vanity ! ”

Squire. Please to be seated, gentlemen. I will put on my spectacles, and proceed to the reading. Here it is :-“Imprimis: Whereas my nephew, Francis Millington, by his disobedience and ungrateful conduct, has shown himself unworthy of my bounty, and incapa. ble of managing my large estate, I do hereby give and bequeath all my bouses farms, stocks, bonds, moneys, and property, both personal and real, to my dear cousins, Samuel Swipes, of Malt street, brewer, and Christopher Currie, of Fly-court, saddler, (Excuse me, gentlemen, while I wipe my spectacles.)

Swipes. (Dreadfully overcome.) Generous creature! kind soul! I always loved her.

Cur. She was good, she was kind, she was in her right mind.. Brother Swipes, when we divide, I think I will take the mansion-house.

Swipes. Not so fast, if you please, Mr. Currie! My wife has long had her eye upon that, and must have it.

Cur. There will be two words to that bargain, Mr. Swipes! And, besides, I ought to have the first choice. Did n't I lend her a new chaise every time she wished to ride? And who knows what influence

Swipes. Am not I named first in her will? And did I not furnish her with my best small beer for more than six months? And who knows

Frank. Gentlemen, I do not see that my presence will be of any use here. I'must leave you.

Squire. Remain, Frank. Pray, gentlemen, keep your seats. I have not done yet. Let me see; where was I?— Ay, ay; here's. the place : “All my property, both personal and real, to my dear cousins, Samuel Swipes, of Malt street, brewer

Swipes. Yes! The dear soul!

'Squire. “ And Christopher Currie, Fly-court, saddler

Cur. Yes! The good old lady!

Squire. “To have and to hold IN TRUST, for the sole and exclusive benefit of my nephew, Francis Milling. ton, until he shall have attained the age of twentyone years; by which time I hope he will have so far reformed his evil habits, as that he may safely be intrusted with the large fortune which I hereby bequeath to him.”

Swipes. What's all this? You don't mean that we are humbugged? In trust! - how does that appear? Where is it?

'Squire. There ! On the parchment, in two words of as good old English as I ever penned.

Cur. Pretty well too, Mr. 'Squire, if we must be sent for to be made a laughing-stock of! She shall pay for every ride she had out of my chaise, I promise you.

Swipes. And for every drop of my beer. Fine times, if two sober, hard-working citizens are to be brought here to be made the sport of a graceless profligate ! But we will manage his property for him, Mr. Currie ! We'll make him feel that trustees are not to be trifled with!

Cur. That will we !

Squire. Not so fast, gentlemen; for the instrument is dated three years ago, and the young gentleman must already be of age, and able to take care of him belf; so your services as trustees are null and void. Is it not so, Francis ?

Frank. It is, sir. I shall be twenty-two in May.

Squire. Then gentlemen, having attended to the breaking of this seal according to law, you are released from any further trouble in the premises.


Vista, W., a view ; a prospect. WON'DROUS (wŭn-), a., admirable, EVEN (ēlvn), n., the close of the day. (RA'DI-ANT, a., emitting rays.

Pronounce where'er (a contraction of wher-ev'er) where-air'.

Thou art, O God, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from Thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine!

When Day, with farewell beam, delays

Among the opening clouds of Even,
And we can almost think we gaze

Through golden vistas into Heaven,-
Those hues that make the Sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord I are Thine.

When Night, with wings of starry gloom,

O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume

Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,-
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord ! are Thine.

When youthful Spring around us breathes,

Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the Summer wreathes,

Is born beneath that kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.


CEN’TER or CEN’TRE, n., the middle. CAM-PAIGN' (kam-pane'), n., the time FU-SEE' (fu-zee'), n., a firelock.

an army keeps the field in ons Fire'lock, n., a gun with a lock.

year. WICK'ET, n., a small gate.

PĚR'EMP-TO-RI-LY, ad., positively, Do not say pize for poise (poiz); mornin for morn'ing; fust for first

1. The men were at once drawn up in three ranks, and, as the first beams of morning broke upon the mountain peaks, Ethan Allen addressed them thus : « Friends and fellow-soldiers, we must this morning quit our pretensions to valor, or possess ourselves of this fortress; and, inasmuch as it is a desperate attempt, I do not urge it on, contrary to will. You that will undertake it voluntarily, poise your firelock.”

2. At the word every firelock was poised. “Face to the right!” cried Allen; and, placing himself at the head of the center file, Arnold keeping emulously at his side, he marched to the gate. It was shut, but the wicket was open. The sentry snapped a fusee at him. The Americans rushed into the fort, darted upon the guards, and raising the Indian war-whoop, such as had not been heard there since the days of Montcalm, formed on the parade in hollow square, to face each of the barracks.

3. One of the sentries, after wounding an officer, and being slightly wounded himself, cried out for quarter, and showed the way to the apartment of the commanding officer. “Come forth instantly, or I will sacrifice the whole garrison,” cried Allen, as he reached the door. At this, Delaplace, the commander, came out, half dressed, with some of his clothes in his hand.

4. “Deliver to me the fort instantly,” said Allen. “By what authority ?” asked Delaplace. — “In the name of the great Jehovah and the Continental Congress !” answered Allen. Delaplace began to speak

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