_Louisa._ I was thinking of painting a little wreath of flowers, and writing very neatly in the middle, "Charity is kind." _Mr. B._ A very well-chosen motto, Louisa. I am delighted to witness your benevolent dispositions, my beloved children. Make haste and sit down to your respective employments. In the mean time, I will hasten and finish my business in the counting-house, that I may enjoy your company this evening. _All._ Thank you, dear papa. While Mr. Bernard was absent, the children were all busily employed, preparing for their new occupations, and had just taken their seats before a cheerful fire, when their father re-entered the room. _Mr. B._ Well, what all seated? _Louisa._ Yes, papa, we made great haste, that we might be ready for you when you came in. Are we to read to-night, or will you be so kind as to talk to us? _Mr. B._ Suppose you talk to me a little, Louisa. Tell me what you have been reading with your mother to-day. _Louisa._ Emily would tell you best, papa; but if you wish to hear me, I will give you as good an account as I can. _Mr. B._ To do your best, is all that can be expected of you, my dear. Remember to speak very distinctly. _Louisa._ We began the Roman history, and read as far as the deaths of Romulus. Nobody saw him die, and so-- _Mr. B._ Stop, stop--not so fast, recollect, you have not yet told me who Romulus was. _Louisa._ Oh! I thought you knew that, papa; he was the first king of Rome, and he built the city, and-- _Mr. B._ Begin again, my dear Louisa. Do not be in such a hurry; give me a clear account of Romulus, from his birth to his death. _Louisa._ Oh dear, papa, I do not think I can do that. _Mrs. B._ Try, however, my dear, as your father wishes it. Emily will help you out, if you find yourself at a loss. _Louisa, (laying aside her work and looking attentively at her father.)_ I do not at all know where to begin, papa. I think you will not understand me, if I do not first tell you something about Numitor and Amulius. _Mr. B._ Then, by all means, begin with them.