from her own money-box,) who bought with it a very smart kite, with a long tail, and a very long string; and on his birth-day she gave it to her brother, who seemed so pleased, and thanked her so much, that I dare say she did not feel very uneasy just then at what she had done. Yet I think she must have felt a little sorry and uncomfortable; for when her brother kept saying How good! and how generous!' something, I have no doubt, said to her at the same time, 'It was not at all good: it was not at all generous, for it was bought with his own money!'

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Now, Kate, I have finished my tell me, if you

story; and you may

can, what it was that made you start, and colour, and interrupt me, when I mentioned the first of March."

Kate remained silent.

"I will tell you," said her mother; "It was the same thing that, if you had listened to it, would have prevented you from buying your brother a kite with his own money, and giving it him as if it had been purchased with your own; it was conscience."

THE

TOLLING BELL;

a Village Tradition.

Now stir the fire-the candles snuff,
And pray be sure they're long enough
To last whilst I a tale recite,

Which scarce would please without a light,

If you, like those of whom I tell,

Would fear a midnight tolling bell.

A certain lowly village spire,
Such as the poets most admire,
Stood bosom'd in a wooded glen,
Remote from noise or feet of men;
Save when at times each oaken pew
Received within the accustom'd few;