"Yes, Papa, he fixes one of those great birds, those rooks, to a stick, to frighten the other rooks away from coming and eating the wheat." "Just so, my love. Well; many years ago, before you were born, a man who had been guilty of highway robbery or other very bad things, used to be dealt with much in the same way, that is, he was hung up on a tree in chains, after he was dead, for a warning to other thieves." "Oh, Papa! how dreadful!" "Yes, my love, it was very unpleasant; and, besides, as the man could no longer feel, it was no punishment to him; and so, you know, the example was in a great measure lost. When bad people see other bad people suffering for what they have done, that it is that terrifies them. Now when you see a beggar in the streets, all cold and naked and uncomfortable, what do you say?" "I say, 'Poor man! how I wish I could relieve you.'" "Well, dearest, it is always proper to be kind, and all that; but what you ought to say, too, is, 'How glad I am that I am so well off, and have a nice house and good clothes, and plenty to eat and drink; and how dreadful it must be to stand shivering in the snow without any shoes, selling Congreve matches! I will take care to keep all the money I get, and not to spend it like an extravagant little girl, for fear one of these days, I should come to be like that person.' Beggars, my sweet, are--shall you remember, do you think, what beggars are, if I tell you?" "Yes, Papa." "Beggars, Adeline, are Living Scarecrows." THOUGHTS ON A JUVENILE MENDICANT BY A LADY OF FASHION. Alas! I faint, I sink, I fall I Some fragrant odour quickly bring; What could thy bosom thus appal?-- Dost ask?--Behold yon little thing! Art thou a father's darling joy? Art thou a tender mother's hope? If so, oh how, my little boy, How are they circumstanced for soap? Thy hands--thy face--in what a state! In what a shocking plight thy head! Oh! cease my nerves to lacerate Imagination,--Demon dread! Cease to suggest that Zephyrs mild Mid these luxuriant tresses straying, Have met, perchance, that horrid child, And with its tangled locks been playing! Away, distracting thought, away, That e'en these fingers fair might close On some infected coin, which may Have haply passed through hands like those! Augustus Montague Fitzroy, Illustrious infant! Can it be That such an object of a boy, Is made of flesh and blood like thee? PLATE V. Master Charley Wheeler, Master Moses Abrahams, Master Ned Crisp, Master Dick Muggins, and Master Joe Smart.