A _Lad Robbing_ an _Orchard_.
An Old Fellow took a _Boy_ Robbing his _Orchard_. Sirrah, (says he) come
down the Tree, and don’t Steal my Apples. The _Lad_ never Minded him,
but went on with his Work. Well (says the Master of the Ground) they say
there are Charms in Herbs, as well as in Words, and so he threw a Handful
of Grass at him, which was so Ridiculous, that the Young Thief took the
Old Man to be Mop’d. But in Conclusion, if Neither Words, nor Herbs will
do, says he, I’ll try what may be done with Stones; for they say there’s
Vertue in Them too; And that Way he did his Work.
The MORAL.
_Those that will not be Reclaim’d by Instruction, must be brought to a
Sense of their Duty by Feeling._