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POLITICAL FABLES . No . III . THE FARMER AND THE FOX S SON . Now the Fox ' s son , who had that night , for the first time , come out with his father on his expedition to the yard , was listening behind the hedge ; and hearing what past and seeing directly after the sad consequences which hefel the old Fox , took it seriously to heart . A fox is horn a fox , " said he to himself " that is certain . But can't he be better than a fox ? Father said ,
perhaps he might turn into a dog . If he had been a dof ? he would ' nt have been hanged . Thistles and nettles ! Am I a thistle or a nettle ? Haven ' t I four paws , and as sharp a nose , and as good a pair of eyes as the best dog in Christendom ? and haven't I a head upon my shoulders ? What is it that I want ? I'll see about that . " So the little Fox trotted off to a dogbreaker who lived on the edge of the wood , and said that he wanted to lead an honest life , and was come to be taught the way .
Now the dog-breaker had a friend who was come to look at his spaniels , and , as he wished to show them off , no sooner had the Fox spoken than he threw open the kennel door : " Hark after him ! " he said , pointing to the little Fox ; and away they went , dogs and master , as fast as they could go , after the poor fellow , who had to run for his life . He got away at last . It was a bad beginning , but he wasn't to be discouraged now . "With the blessing of Providence there were better in the
world than dog-breakers , so he marched off to the village Schoolmaster . " What do you want ? " said the latter . "lama poor cub , " said he , " and I want to be taught . " " How much can you pay ? " said the Master . " I have nothing to pay , unless I steal it , " said the young Fox . " What is your father ? " said the Master . " Father is hanging up in the Farmer ' s yard , " said he . " Get away , you young gallow ' s bird , " said the Master . " Get away , or you shall hang , too , —bringing your thieves' tricks here . There is no place for you here . " It was very hard . He put his tail between his legs
and crept away . But he thought , while he was in the way , he would try the Parson . One Parson asked him if he had ever been to church . No , he said ; but he would go to church if he could learn to be good there . So the Parson told him several strange things , and asked him if he believed them ? He said he didn ' t understand them : if he was taught , perhaps he might . " No ; but , " said the Parson , " he must promise that he would believe . " " But , " said the Fox , " how can I promise , if I don ' t know ? " " Then you must get somebody to promise for you , " said the Parson . But the Fox couldn ' t do that ; so the Parson said it was a bad case ; but he couldn't be taught at the church school . . _
The Fox thought he was being treated very cruelly ; and as he had heard of a society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Foxes , he went off to complain to them . They asked him what was the matter . ; but when he said he wanted to be taught , and that nobody would teach nim , they thought he was come to make fools of them , and they whipped him out of the gate . Then he sat down by the woodside very disconsolately , and began to cry . A good-natured person going by , to whom he told his story , said that a of destitute animals
little way off a school had been opened for the teaching ; and he had better try them . He went with a heavy heart , for he didn't expect any good after his disappointment . And it was well he didn't , for they were full , and couldn ' t take him in . If he would do something wrong they told him he might get into prison , and find what he wanted ; but as long as he was honest , there was no hope for him * But he didn't like to do anything wrong—it was just what he wanted not to do ; so weary and hungry he trotted back to the forest .
He lay there thinking what to do for many days , 'till he grew so hungry that he thought he should die . He had been very fond of his father , and he wished to see him once more ; so in a fit of dying duty he sallied off to the yard . He was no sooner there than a fat young duck came waddling under his nose . It was too much . Hunger and despair , and his fox ' s nature , overcame every scruple . The legs were disappearing down his throat , when pat over his head fell a whipcord noose , and the farmer ' s head appeared over the wall . ****** The poor fellow told his story . " Is that true ? " said the Farmer . " I swear it by my father ' s skin , " said the little Fox . " Then by your father ' s skin , " said the Farmer , ' I think it is somebody else that deserves hanging . "
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THE APPRENTICESHIP OF LIFE . By G . H . LEWES . Chap . V . —The Lost Sheep . The snow was on the ground ; the smiling softness of summer had given place to the grand dreariness of winter . A change had come over the spirit of Armand not less remarkable than that which had come over the scene , since first we saw him seated at his uncle ' s hearth , contemplating the Baronne at her devotions . As on that evening on which we opened this narrative , the three were assembled in the great saloon , the Baronne at her devotions , the Baron pacing up and down the room .
There was this difference , however : the Baron was not listless , but irritated . He had just returned from Paris a disappointed suitor to an ungrateful court . The Allies had entered Paris ; Napoleon was at St . Helena ; Louis XVIII . was on the throne of his ancestors . The Baron had calculated on the Restoration as a certain means of repairing his shattered fortunes ; and implicitly trusted in the gratitude of his king . He had suffered in the cause , and of course estimated his services at a high price . Unhappily there were hundreds with similar claims and even greater pretensions . To satisfy them all was impossible ; the Baron was among those not satisfied . " The Jesuits have done it all ! " he bitterly exclaimed , as he quitted Paris
in disgust . Poor Jesuits ! they had to bear the brunt of everything . The Baron hated them , and suspected them . It was quite clear that a king unperverted by the artifices of priestly perfidiousness would at once have recognized and recompensed the services of those who had devoted themselves to him in his misfortunes ; but surrounded with canting hypocrites who could be just ? This was the cause of the Baron ' s irritation ; and the reader may now imagine the effect of the following request made by Armand : — ' * Grandmamma , may I go to mass with you to-morrow ? "
The Baron turned brusquely round , but stopped in the centre of the room as if bewildered . The Baronne raised her head in wonderment . She knew nothing of the change which for months had been working in her grandchild , and this sudden desire to attend mass was equivocal . Fixing her eyes steadily on him , she seemed to demand an explanation . " What new caprice is this ? " asked his uncle . " It is no caprice at all , but a very natural desire . " " What ! there is a pair of bright eyes to be seen only at mass , he ? Bravo , youngster ? You begin betimes ! But , after all , I would rather you never put foot within a church , even for bright eyes . " " There is nothing of the kind , I assure you , uncle . I am perfectly serious .
I wish to hear mass . " " Armand , " said the Baronne gravely , taking off her spectacles as she spoke , and laying them in the palm of her hand , which rested on the table , " you are too good a child to deride any serious conviction , I am sure , and you must see that your going to mass is unbecoming . " " No , dearest grandmamma , it is not so , for I am a Christian ! " " A what ! " thundered the Baron , with hasty strides towards him . The Baronne raised her eyes to Heaven , and seemed to utter a fervent prayer . " What was that you said , young gentleman ? " asked the Baron , with
fierce sarcasm . " That I am a Christian , uncle . " " Will you be kind enough to look me in the face , " replied the Baron , speaking through his set teeth , " and just repeat those words ? " " Have I said anything wrong , that you are so angry with me ? " " Bd kind enough to repeat those words , sir , or else retract them at once . ' ' " Why should I retract them ? There is no sin in them . I have been taught" " Oho 1 taught have you ? There have been some of those canting priests
in the house then , have there ? Here he turned red with rage towards his mother , adding : " So , while I was in Paris dancing attendance on an ungrateful court , advantage was taken of my absence to introduce those whining vagabonds t " The Baronne met his angry glance with a look of quiet dignity , and said : " That reproach to me , Henri ! " " To you to you ! You have determined on making the boy a hypocrite , and all means were good which secured so good an end . " " Henri , do you believe what you say ... and of your mother ? " __^_ « m ____ __ __!__! _ t ___ _ - __ A - - ¦ ____ . ______ J tf f _ T ___ ¦_ # ¦ _*_ _ rJ WW » ^_* -m tM # * 1 I % n __ t Armand Grandmamma has
" Indeed , uncle , you are wrong , " interposed . " never once spoken to me about religion , and you see she is as surprised as yourself to hear of my changed opinions . No priest has been inside the house . I have not even spoken to one . My conversion has been the work of a friend . " " What ! that old fool the Comte de Lecoedic ?" " No , his friend Frangipolo . " "And you mean to say he has stuffed your head with old woman ' s tales till you believe them ? Why , you foolish boy , if you listen to all the rubbish they will tell you , you won't know whether you stand on your head or your heels . " Armand was silent .
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VTe should do our utmost to encourage the Beautiful , for the Useful encourages itself . —
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A THOUGHT IN SPRING . Leaves , forest leaves , which to the traveller yield A pleasant shade -when summer Buns are high , And when the gales of autumn are afield , Chanting their anthems wild , grow sear and die : Emblems of human life ! For then appear The buds of hope , the promise of the year , Of life to come , when , tyrants of an hour , "Winter and Death shall lose their vaunted power ! SWYNFEN JERVI 8
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Leader (1850-1860), April 13, 1850, page 67, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1840/page/19/
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