bridge, and his father held out his hand 66 Papa, I will go back again, and do it better." He went back again, and walked quite stoutly over the plank; his father holding his hand. And then he said, 66 Papa, I will do it without holding your hand." So he did-And he went backwards and forwards two or three times, till he had quite conquered his fear-Then he felt glad, and pleased with himself, especially when his mother smiled upon him, and said, "That is right, Frank, my dearThis puts me in mind of a little boy, who conquered his fear, as you have done." "Who was that, mamma?" 66 A little boy who was younger than you are." "Was it a real boy, mamma?— And is it a true story?" "It is a true story of a real boyHe was about five years old." "Much younger than I am!" cried Frank-Well, mamma ?" "When this little boy was taken to the sea shore, to be bathed, for the first time in the sea, he was afraid, when he saw the wave of the sea coming, and when he felt it going over him.' "So should I have been, I dare say, mamma." "But he was ashamed of having been afraid, and he was determined to conquer his fear; and he turned to the sea and said, Wave, come over me again!'-And the next time he showed no fear." "What was the name of the boy, mamma? and who were his father and mother?" "I cannot tell you their names, my dear; but I can tell you that the boy is son to the greatest general, ‘the greatest hero, in England." "The greatest hero-Oh! then I know who he is, mamma." WHEN they came to Mrs. Wheeler's cottage, Frank's father went into a field, near the house, with the old wo man's son, to look at a fine crop of oats; and Frank's mother took him into the house, where they found Mrs. Wheeler getting ready her grandson's supper. She stopped doing what she was about, when she saw Frank and his mother. She looked glad to see them, and said— "You are welcome, madam—you're welcome, master; be pleased to sit down." Then she set a chair for madam, and a little stool for master, and she swept the hearth quite clean; and she called to a little girl, of about six years old, who was in the room, and bid her run to the garden, and gather some strawberries, and bring them in for Frank. Frank thanked this goodnatured old woman; but he said "I did not come to beg strawberries; and though I love strawberries very much, I do not wish to have any of yours, because I believe you have but very few for yourself.-What I want you to do for me is to show me how you make rush candles." "That I will with pleasure, máster," said Mrs. Wheeler. "But, Mrs. Wheeler, first finish what you were about, when we came in," said Frank's mother" I believe you were getting ready your supper." "It is George's, my grandson's supper, madam." "Then it is not fair, that your George should lose his supper, because my Frank wants to see rushlights made," said Frank's mother, smiling. "That is true," said Frank. "And I dare say, that her George, mamma, will be very hungry when he comes in; for I saw him working hard in the fields and I am always very hungry, when I have been working hard |