s kind mamma.

"Why, mamma, you know that nice plum cake you gave me for saying my
lesson well; I had put it in the cupboard, as I did not want to eat it
then, and I came just now to take a little nibble at it; and when I
opened the closet-door to look for it, there was an ugly brown mouse
in the closet, and hardly a scrap of my cake left; that greedy thing
had eaten it all but a few crumbs." And here Alfred's tears flowed
afresh.

"I am very sorry, my dear child, that the mouse has eaten your cake;
but still, I do not think it was worth shedding so many tears about:
you must learn to bear such trifling disappointments with more
patience. I dare say, the mouse has eaten my sugar and cake, but I
shall not cry if it has."

"I am sure it is enough to make any one cry, (said Alfred). I only
wish, (added he, his eyes sparkling with anger), that I could have
killed the little beast for stealing my cake."

"Now, Alfred, I am ashamed of you," said his mother gravely.

Alfred could, however, think of nothing but the loss of his cake,
and begged his mother to let the mouse-trap be set to catch the
mischievous intruder.

Mrs. Clifford was very sorry to hear her little son talk so, and she
represented to him his cruelty in wanting to take away the life of a
poor mouse only for having satisfied its hunger.

"But, mamma, mice do a deal of mischief, (said Alfred), and ought to
be killed; for that mouse will soon eat up all your sugar."

"But, Alfred; I know a certain two-legged mouse, who, if I left the
key in my store-closet, would eat more sugar in one minute than this
poor little animal could in an hour."

Alfred hung his head at this reproof, for it was but a day or two
since he was detected at the sugar dish; and he soon after left the
room.

Mrs. Clifford was much grieved that her little Alfred shewed so much
inclination to be cruel and revengeful, two qualities so dangerous in
a child, or in any one; and she knew that, unless it was timely
checked, it would grow into a habit. Harsh means, she did not like to
adopt; and so she at last thought of a method which seemed likely to
succeed. She was well aware of the inconvenience of having mice in her
cupboard, as they not only commit great depredations, but soil every
thing they touch; so, as she was forced to kill the mouse, she hoped
to turn its death to a good use. Therefore, the next time Alfred
entered the room, she asked him if he was still resolved to have the
m