warm enough to resist the wind and cold, I would cover them over, both within and without, with clay. _T._--Clay! what is that? _H._--It is a particular kind of earth, that sticks to your feet when you tread upon it, or to your hands when you touch it. _T._--I declare I did not think it had been so easy to make a house. And do you think that people could really live in such houses? _H._--Certainly they might, because many persons live in such houses here; and I have been told that in many parts of the world they have not any other. _T._--Really, I should like to try to make a house; do you think, Harry, that you and I could make one? _H._--Yes, if I had wood and clay enough, I think I could, and a small hatchet to sharpen the stakes and make them enter the ground. Mr Barlow then came to call them in to read, and told Tommy that, as he had been talking so much about good-nature to animals, he had looked him out a very pretty story upon the subject, and begged that he would read it well. "That I will," said Tommy; "for I begin to like reading extremely; and I think that I am happier too since I learned it, for now I can always divert myself." "Indeed," answered Mr Barlow, "most people find it so. When any one can read he will not find the knowledge any burthen to him, and it is his own fault if he is not constantly amused. This is an advantage, Tommy, which a gentleman, since you are so fond of the word, may more particularly enjoy, because he has so much time at his own disposal; and it is much better that he should distinguish himself by having more knowledge and improvement than others, than by fine clothes, or any such trifles, which any one may have that can purchase them as well as himself." Tommy then read, with a clear and distinct voice, the following story of "THE GOOD-NATURED LITTLE BOY." "A little boy went out one morning to walk to a village about five miles from the place where he lived, and carried with him in a basket the provision that was to serve him the whole day. As he was walking along, a poor little half-starved dog came up to him, wagging his tail, and seeming to entreat him to take compassion on him. The little boy at first took no notice of him, but at length, remarking how lean and famished the creature seemed to be, he said, 'This animal is certainly in very great necessity; if I give him part of my provision, I shall be obliged to go home hungry myself; however, as he seems to want it more than I do, he shall partake with me.' Saying this, he gave the dog part of what he had in the basket, who ate as if he had not tasted victuals for a fortnight.