fortune, and stood high in the estimation of everybody; while his fellow apprentice could hardly earn food for himself and family by his daily labour.

EVERY THING IS OF USE.

Scav'-en-ger, the person appointed

to keep the streets clean. De-pos'-it-ing, placing. Al-lot'-ted, set apart.

Heed-less-ly, without thought.

Foun'-der, one who melts and casts metal.

La-bo'-ri-ous-ly, with much labour.

Re-tired', gave up business.

OUNG people are too prone to waste. Listen to a true story. When I was a young man I lived in a provincial town and lodged in a very narrow street. There came to this street, once or twice a week, a man of the name of Bryant. He would come with a wheelbarrow and a broom, sweep the street, and carry off all the refuse.

2. In the course of a few months, Bryant made his appearance with a small cart, drawn by a donkey, and not long after, he came with a waggon and horses. The next year he had quite a number of waggons and horses, and became the scavenger of a large part of the town. And what do you think he did with the masses of rubbish which he collected?

3. He hired a large field not far from the city; he enclosed it with a wall, in which there were twelve or fifteen gates, and at each of these gates you

might see waggons entering and depositing their contents in heaps. On these heaps might be seen groups of women and children, hired for the purpose, poking, and scraping, with a view of separating articles of the same kind or class, and laying these in places by themselves.

4. Here is a piece of black iron-that goes there. Here is a piece of white iron, or tin-that goes yonder. Here is a rag of linen, or one of cotton cloth-these are placed on the spot allotted to each. Here is an old hat-that goes to its appointed corner. And so with bits of leather, and of rope, with scraps of woollen stuff, with bones, the horns and hoofs of oxen and sheep, and with each of a great mass of other things.

5. Now, having thus collected and arranged all this rubbish and refuse, Bryant found a use, and a profitable use, too, for every one of the various articles which had been thrown away as utterly useless. His linen rags he sold to the paper makers; his bits of brass and iron, to brass and iron founders; his pieces of bone and horns, either to farmers for manure, or to the manufacturers of knife handles and combs.

6. Gradually and laboriously he extended his trade, and at last retired with a large fortune. Many years after the time when I first saw him with his wheelbarrow, I found him an elderly man, riding about the streets in his carriage. From his experience you may see that everything is of use, and may be turned to account. There is nothing that should be reckoned utterly worthless, and a

thousand things might be turned to some good purpose that are every hour heedlessly thrown

1. ""TWAS five and forty years ago,
Just such another morn,

The fishermen were on the beach,
The reapers
in the corn;
My tale is true, young gentlemen,
As sure as you were born.

My tale's all true, young gentlemen,"
The fond old boatman cried
Unto the sullen, angry lads,

Who vain obedience tried;
"Mind what your father says
And don't go out this tide.

to you,

3. "Just such a shiny sea as this,
Smooth as a pond, you'd say,
And white gulls flying, and the crafts
Down channel making way:

And Isle of Wight, all glittering bright,
Seen clear from Swanage Bay.

4. "The Battery point, the Race beyond,
Just as to-day you see;

This was, I think, the very stone
Where sat Dick, Dolly, and me;
She was our little sister, sirs,

A small child, just turned three.

5. "And Dick was mighty fond of her;
Though a big lad and bold,
He'd carry her like any nurse,
Almost from birth, I'm told;
For mother sickened soon, and died,
When Doll was eight months old.

6. "We sat and watched a little boat,