As we passed under a Pear-tree, _Erasmus_ told us, with much Drollerie, of a Piece of boyish Mischief of his,--the Theft of some Pears off a particular Tree, the Fruit of which the Superior of his Convent had meant to reserve to himself. One Morning, _Erasmus_ had climbed the Tree, and was feasting to his great Content, when he was aware of the Superior approaching to catch him in the Fact; soe, quickly slid down to the Ground, and made off in the opposite Direction, limping as he went. The Malice of this Act consisted in its being the Counterfeit of the Gait of a poor lame Lay Brother, who was, in fact, smartlie punisht for _Erasmus_ his Misdeede. Our Friend mentioned this with a Kinde of Remorse, and observed to my _Father_,--"Men laugh at the Sins of young People and little Children, as if they were little Sins; albeit, the Robbery of an Apple or Cherry-orchard is as much a breaking of the Eighth Commandment as the stealing of a Leg of Mutton from a Butcher's Stall, and ofttimes with far less Excuse. Our Church tells us, indeede, of Venial Sins, such as the Theft of an Apple or a Pin; but, I think," (looking hard at _Cecilie_ and _Jack_,) "even the youngest among us could tell how much Sin and Sorrow was brought into the World by stealing an Apple." At Bedtime, _Bess_ and I did agree in wishing that alle learned Men were as apt to unite Pleasure with Profit in theire Talk as _Erasmus_. There be some that can write after the Fashion of Paul, and others preach like unto Apollos; but this, methinketh, is scattering Seed by the Wayside, like the Great Sower. _Tuesday._