work for the tailor. But you are not above mending, I hope, for we must not mind wearing patched clothes while we work in the woods. G. I am not, sir. Mr. B. Then I engage you, too. Mr. B. Then my friend, you cannot go to a worse place than a new country to set up your trade in. H. But I understand clock and watch making, too. Mr. B. We shall want to know how time goes, but we cannot afford to employ you. At present, you had better stay where you are. Jasper. I am a barber and hair dresser. Mr. B. What can we do with you? If you will shave our men's rough beards once a week, and crop their hair once a quarter, and be content to help the carpenter the rest of the time, we will take you. But you will have no ladies to curl, or gentlemen to powder, I assure you. Lewis. I am a doctor. Mr. B. Then, sir, you are very welcome; we shall some of us be sick, we are likely to get cuts, You will be very and bruises, and broken bones. Mr. B. Sir, your most obedient servant. When we are rich enough to go to law, we will let you know. Oliver. I am a schoolmaster. Mr. B. That is a very respectable profession-as soon as our children are old enough, we shall be glad of your services. Though we are hard working men, we do not mean to be ignorant. And who are you? Philip. A minister of the gospel. Mr. B. We venerate you, sir, for the sake of your office, which is the most honourable and important to mankind. We should do well to support the institutions of our holy religion, were we to regard our temporal interests alone; for we are assured, that godliness has the promise of the life that now is, as well as of that which is to come. But, if, indeed, the maintenance of the sacred ministry, should be attended with some pecuniary sacrifice, we would readily make it, for the honour of God and to secure our well being in the coming world-recollecting the tremendous import of our Saviour's question-What shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul? With sentiments of affection and respect, therefore, sir, we welcome you to our number. Will you go? P. With all my heart, sir. Quentin. I am a soldier, sir; will you have me? Mr. B. We are peaceable people, and I hope we shall not be obliged to fight. We will learn to defend ourselves, if we have occasion. Robert. I am a gentleman, sir. Mr. B. A gentleman! and what good can you do us? R. I mean to amuse myself. Mr. B. Do you expect that we should pay for your amusement? R. I expect to shoot game enough for my own eating you can give me a little bread and a few vegetables; and the barber shall be my servant? Mr. B. The barber is much obliged to you. Pray, sir, why should we do all this for you? B. Why, sir, that you may have the credit of saying, that you have one gentleman at least, in your colony. Mr. B. Ha, ha, ha! A fine gentleman truly. Sir, when we desire the honour of your company we will send for you. THE CHILD ON THE OCEAN. MOTHER, how small a thing am I, How solemnly the stars look out, How beautiful the moon to see How brilliant is the track we mark, A rival light, that cheers the dark, Mother, I am a feeble thing, Mid scenes so vast and bold; "My child, your thoughts can o'er them spring; Your mind they cannot hold." THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE. IN days of yore, when time was young, A forward hare, of swiftness vain, He'd boast, his flight 'twere vain to follow; "Oh puss! it bodes thee dire disgrace, When I defy thee to the race. Come, 'tis a match; nay, no denial; I lay my shell upon the trial." 'Twas "Done" and "Done!" "All fair!” “A bet!" Judges prepared, and distance set. The scampering hare outstripped the wind; So said, so done, and safely, sure; : THE MISERIES OF WAR. I HATE that drum's discordant sound, |