ever to cut any thing like the very extraordinary capers
the other Harry did, either in the vegetable or travelling line. Once,
when you were a very little fellow and were visiting at a cousin's house
in the country, you busied yourself all one morning, pulling up
radishes, eating the roots, and then setting the tops back in the earth,
and when the gardener came to gather some for tea, he found them all
wilted and flat to the ground. Do you remember how you had to run for
it, when he caught sight of you laughing at him? and how his having the
rheumatism in his knee, so that he could not move fast, was all that
saved you from a good thrashing? _I_ do. So here is the story, and
hoping it will be very serviceable in helping you to "mend your ways," I
am your loving

AUNT FANNY.

"HEEDLESS HARRY.

"'Oh! how I do hate to write exercises!' exclaimed Harry, one Monday
afternoon in the summer time; 'what's the use? they are abominable!' and
he stamped his foot and threw down his pen, clapped his hat on his head,
and rushed out of the front door.

"No wonder he was called 'heedless' Harry; for he was so thoughtless,
that he never stopped one moment to reflect, when he set about doing any
thing, whether or not it would get him into trouble; and consequently he
was always in some scrape or other. He was old enough, certainly, to
know better, and pleasant enough, in other respects, to be liked very
much by all who knew him. He was full of fun, perfectly fearless, and
bore an accidental scratch or tumble like a man. But, dear me! what a
heedless, careless little scamp! That very morning, before school began,
his mother had sent him into the garden to gather vegetables. He cut the
carrots so that they would stand up on end, and with great onions began
knocking them down, as if they were tenpins; then he had a game of
jack-straws with some small slender beans, and ended the vegetable
business by stringing a dozen red peppers and tying them round the cat's
neck, making her sneeze her head nearly off; for the poor thing went
'tchitz! tchitz! tchitz!' for a quarter of an hour.

"When he was tired of laughing at her, he marched away to skip stones
in the brook, and ended by slipping on the bank and tumbling into the
water, and treating himself to a very thorough ducking.

"Harry lived with his parents on a large pleasant farm, about twenty
miles from the city of New York. He had n