Nay, Ellen dear! now do not cry, And wet that pretty sparkling eye; What though, by chance, I tore your lace, Don't make that horrible grimace! Do put that ugly frown away, And join again in social play! For, after all, what can you do? Will pouting thus the rent renew? Why, Ellen, what a brawl you keep! I vow the chickens cannot sleep. Do pray observe, that cackling hen Is coming from her roost again. The evening flies, that swarm before us, For you have stopp'd their buzzing chorus; The horses, that were grazing there, Have left their food at you to stare. Your noise disturbs all nature's peace, The grasshoppers their chirping cease; And from those plants a frog's leap'd out, To know the cause of all this rout. Then stop, I prithee, or you'll find A worse disaster still behind.-- A needle, with assiduous care, May the torn frock again repair; But petulance, and passion's strife, Will rend the future bliss of life; Tear the fine edge of joy away, And leave the heart to grief a prey. This remonstrance enraged Miss Piner more than before; and she flounced out of the garden, declaring she would no longer stay to be so insulted. * * * * * But, my dear Eliza, if I should continue a minute relation of the events which occurred, during my stay in Mr. Placid's family, the perusal would take up too much of your time, and I have already, in the incidents which I have selected, run to a much greater length than I at first designed.--The amiable Jemima is now sixteen; and for the sweetness of her manners, and the even and unruffled serenity of her temper, is justly admired by all who are so happy as to know her. If you would wish to deserve equal esteem, the means are entirely in your own power, since a determined resolution to please others, will make you happy in yourself, and render the occurrences of life more supportable. The only use of reading is, to acquire instruction; and if you seek not to resemble the good, and avoid the bad examples with which you are presented, your studies will tend to little purpose. If the characters you meet with in any degree resemble your own, and if the foibles of those characters disgust and offend you, instead of throwing the book aside with resentment, you should endeavour to improve the failings of which you are conscious, and then you will no longer meet your own portrait, in that which the Author has described. Besides that, there is another reason to incline you to this reformation, since if you so much dislike those errors in an imaginary character, think how extremely irksome such faults must be to your friends. If the representations of Miss Piner's fretfulness are displeasing to contemplate, how much more vexatious must it be, when your parents find the same disposition prevail in their own child. In this period of your life, be persuaded to