renticeship, and entered the world as men; and how do they now stand?
Why, William Brown has a large manufactory of his own, and Richard White is
one of his workmen. By his superior intelligence and enterprise, the former
is able to serve the public interests by giving direction to the labors of
a hundred men, and his reward is in proportion to the service he thus
renders; while the latter serves the public interest to the extent of only
one man's labors, and his reward is in exact ratio thereto.

Did Richard White gain any thing by his day in the woods? We think not. Is
there any use in education to a mechanic? Let each of our young readers
answer the question for himself.

THE SPIDER AND THE HONEY-BEE.
A FABLE FOR MANY IN GENERAL AND SOME IN PARTICULAR.

I.

A bee who had chased after pleasure all day,
And homeward was lazily wending his way,
Fell in with a Spider, who called to the Bee:
"Good evening! I trust you are well," said he.

II.

The bee was quite happy to stop awhile there--
For indolence always has moments to spare--
"Good evening!" he said, with a very low bow,
"My health, sir, alas! 'tis quite delicate now.

III.

"From spring until autumn, from morning till night,
I'm obliged to be toiling with all my might;
My labors are wearing me out, and you know
I might as well starve, as to kill myself so."

IV.

The Spider pretended to pity the Bee--
For a cunning old hypocrite Spider was he--
"I'm sorry to see you so ill," he said;
And he whispered his wife, "He will have to be bled."

[Illustration: THE BEE OUTSIDE THE WEB.]

V.

"Some people--perhaps they are wiser than I--
Some people are in a great hurry to die;
Excuse me, but candor compels me to say,
'Tis wrong to be throwing one's life away.

VI.

"Your industry, sir, it may do very well
For the beaver's rude hut, or the honey-bee's cell;
But it never would suit a gay fellow like me;
I love to be idle--I love to be free.

VII.

"This hoarding of riches--this wasting of time,
In robbing the gardens and fields--'tis a crime!
And then to be guilty of suicide, too!
I tremble to think what a miser will do."

VIII.

'Tis strange the poor Bee was so stupid and blind.
"Mister Spider," said he, "you have spoken my mind;
There's something within me that seems to say,
I have toiled long enough, and 'tis better to play.

IX.
"But