THE STUBBORN CHILD.

Mr. Steady was walking out with his little son, when he met a boy with

a satchel on his shoulder, crying and sobbing dismally. Mr. Steady

accosted him, kindly inquiring what was the matter.

_Mr. Steady._ Why do you cry?

_Boy._ They send me to school: and I do not like it.

_Mr. Steady._ You are a silly boy! what! would you play all day?

_Boy._ Yes, I would.

_Mr. Steady._ None but babies do that; your friends are very kind to

you.—If they have not time to teach you themselves, then it is their

duty to send you where you may be taught; but you must take pains

yourself, else you will be a dunce.

_Little Steady._ Pray, may I give him my book of fables out of my

pocket?

_Mr. Steady._ Do, my dear.

_Little Steady._ Here it is—it will teach you to do as you are bid—I am

never happy when I have been naughty—are you happy?

_Boy._ I cannot be happy; no person loves me.

_Little Steady._ Why?

_Mr. Steady._ I can tell you why; because he is not good.

_Boy._ I wish I was good.

_Mr. Steady._ Then try to be so; it is easy; you have only to do as

your parents and friends desire you.

_Boy._ But why should I go to school?

_Mr. Steady._ Good children ask for no reasons; a wise child knows that

his parents can best judge what is proper; and unless they choose to

explain the reason of their orders, he trusts that they have a good

one; and he obeys without inquiry.

_Little Steady._ I will not say _why_ again, when I am told what to do;

but will always do as I am bid immediately. Pray, sir, tell the story

of Miss _Wilful_.

_Mr. Steady._ Miss _Wilful_ came to stay a few days with me; now

she knew that I always would have children obey me: so she did as I

bade her; but she did not always do a thing as soon as she was spoken

to; and would often whine out _why?_—_that_ always seems to me like

saying—_I think I am as wise as you are; and I would disobey you if I

durst_.

One day I saw Miss _Wilful_ going to play with a dog, with which I knew

it was not proper for her to meddle; and I said. Let that dog alone.

Why? said Miss—I play with _Wag_, and I play with _Phillis_, and why

may I not play with _Pompey_.

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