Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)Various
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Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)
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Pursuing their weary and lonely way--seeming, in the vast expanse, like
insects creeping slowly on--they reached at night a small uninhabited
hut, situated in a wooded ravine, and designed for the shelter of
travellers.
Here the party made preparations for rest, and soon fell asleep. Early
the next morning, Linsk went forth, leaving Alexis and his sons to
their repose; his object being to see if he could not find some game,
for he was now becoming eager to enter upon business. Scarcely had he
proceeded two hundred yards when a bear sprung suddenly from a thicket
of fur trees, and rearing on his hind legs, was about clasping the old
hunter in his arms! But Linsk was like a weasel--always on the watch.
Quick as thought, he seized the bear by the throat, and drawing his
dirk, plunged it into his bowels. He fell with a fearful growl to the
earth, and Linsk, drawing back, levelled his rifle at his head, and
letting go the ball, killed him in an instant.
FRUITS OF INDUSTRY.--Franklin, the greatest philosopher and statesman
of America, was once a printer’s boy. Simpson, the great mathematician,
and author of many learned works, was at first a poor weaver. Herschel,
one of the most eminent of astronomers, rose from the low station of
a fifer boy in the army. These examples show us the happy effects of
industry and perseverance.
* * * * *
DR. WATTS.--It was so natural for Dr. Watts, when a child, to speak in
rhyme, that even at the very time he wished to avoid it, he could not.
His father was displeased with the propensity, and threatened to whip
him if he did not leave off making verses. One day, when he was about
to put his threat into execution, the child burst into tears, and on
his knees said,--
“Pray, father, do some pity take,
And I will no more verses make.”
* * * * *
SENSIBILITY.--A lady, who made pretensions to the most refined
feelings, went to her butcher to remonstrate with him on his cruel
practices. “How,” said she, “can you be so barbarous as to put little
lambs to death?” “Why not, madam,” said the butcher, “you would not eat
them alive, would you?”
[Illustration:
1. _Bees making wax._
2. _Working bee._
3. _Queen bee._
4. _Drone._
5. _Humble bee._
6. _Mason bee._
7. _Death’s-head moth._
8. _Honey guide._
9. _Honey ratel._]
Bees.
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