CHAPTER III. "And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, "I believe," continued the old man, that if a man were to live an hundred years,-so long as to forget every thing else that ever happened to him, he would never forget the first day of his going to school! I am sure I never shall. I recollect at this moment, as well or better than if it had taken place yesterday, every thing that happened, every thing that I did and saw, nay, every thing that I thought on that all-important day. When I first woke in the morning, I knew, before I opened my eyes, that something particular was going to happen, though it was some time before I was sufficiently wide awake to call to mind exactly what it was. When it at last flashed across me that I was that day going for the first time to school, I jumped into the middle of the floor, and was dressed, (and in my best suit of fustians,) in half my usual time. I shall never forget the care with which my good mother packed up my little dinner in my bag, putting my spelling-book carefully on the top of it, nor the pleased look with which she put my new hat on my head, and bid me to be a good boy.' I recollect I thought at that time, as I started off-to be sure I shall; how could any one doubt it!' but I said nothing : I was in too great haste to join my young companions, whom I heard hallooing out for me from the top of the hill. What a glorious morning it was! I told you that I did not care, then, much about the scenes of nature; nor did I ever much think or talk about them. It is not the custom in that country; for men are there too familiar with them to make them the subject of their daily conversation. But the impression which they made on me shows that I felt them; for there was not a beam of sunshine or a cloud that crossed my path on that morning, which I do not recollect, at this moment, as distinctly as the everlasting hills over which they passed-never to visit them again!" A shade passed over the old man's countenance, and I fancied he was thinking, that he himself might be compared to the cloud and the sunshine, never more to visit his native hills. "The sun was rising right over the top of Penigent, as I and my young companions reached the brow of the hill from which the road descends down upon the quiet village of Hawkshead. His rays just crossed the point on which we stood, and stretched across, like so many golden rules or lines of light, to the top of Coniston Old Man, and the side of Bowfell, leaving Yewdale and Coniston Water Head lost in mist and darkness. The birds were singing on the heights, the cattle lowing to be milked in the valleys below, and the sheep bleating on a thousand hills. The whole air was filled, as far as the eye could reach, with the glittering spider's web, or gossamer, of which nobody, I believe, could ever yet give a clear account; and every bunch of heath and whin-bush was sparkling with drops of dew so full and large, as to seem ready to fall like a shower of rain upon the ground. There stood we, three raw lads of the dale, setting out in the world for the first time, and certainly looking out upon as bright a prospect before us, as ever cheered the sight of any adventurous youths, going forth to seek their fortunes in the world! Alas! the prospect has often been sadly dimmed since then! On many a dark scene have I looked, and many a melancholy pang has shot through my heart since I gazed down, as I did then, in such bright hopes and high spirits, from the top of that hill, upon the lowly roof of Hawkshead School! But what of that? Sorrow would have come, even if joy had not come before it! and the recollections of my youth, instead of being a ground of repining at my afterlot, have a thousand times been a subject of heartfelt comfort; as I have ever felt that God did not intend me to be miserable; but that all my sorrow has arisen, either from my own vices and follies, or from those of my brother-men. I have often thought, sir, what a contrast does my first school-day present with that of thousands of the poor children in this wretched town of ours, who go for the first time to their Infant or Sunday school, with no such brilliant sun to light them on their way, with no such mountain prospects and bracing air to gladden their hearts, and breathe health into their sickly frames, with no such well-filled satchel prepared by the hands of a watchful and pious mother; but through dingy and soot-discolored streets, without a single ray of the sun, unless it be as yellow as a marigold, with but a crust of dry bread for breakfast, which the mother puts into her child's hand that she may at once indulge herself in her bed, and get rid of the care of her offspring for the remainder of the day.-Oh, sir! too truly has it been said by the poet, "GOD made the country, but Man made the town."" "I fear, my good friend," said I, "that your recollections of early youth have prejudiced you against the manifold benefits arising to society from the manufacturing system." "By no means," said he, "by no manner of means; as you shall hear by and by. But here have I been talking about myself in a most unreasonable way, and kept you waiting all the while, at the door of Hawkshead school! Let us walk in, if you please!" (To be continued.) TIME. TIME flies; it is his melancholy task JAMES SWILLING AND SALLY MR. BASIL was returning one evening from a distant part of the parish, where he had been to visit a sick person, when, in drawing near to his house, he met James Swilling so drunk that he could scarcely stand; and who, in attempting to move out of the path, to allow the vicar to pass, would have fallen into the ditch, had not his wife, who was leading him, held him up. The vicar felt much grieved, not only on the man's account who was a confirmed drunkard, but also on that of his wife, who was a steady, industrious woman, and had often sought the vicar's advice under the distressing circumstances in which she was placed. At the present time she was sobbing violently, and did not venture to look up at Mr. Basil as he passed. Poor Sally, for such was her name, had been placed by her parents at an early age in a respectable situation, as dairy-maid in a farmer's family, where she had always conducted herself with great propriety, as far as her duties to her master and mistress were concerned; and where she was as religious as servants generally are in those families where the kingdom of GOD and His righteousness are not the things that are first sought after. She had been there about three years, when James Swilling, who was living servant in a neighbouring farm-house proposed to her, and was at once accepted. Sally knew that James was given to drink, as it is called, and had occasionally seen him in a state of intoxication, but she thought that he was not worse than his neighbours; and as he had a little sum of money in the savings' bank, and was to have his father's house when he died, an event most likely near at hand, as the old man was upwards of 80 years of age, and as James was a fresh good-looking young man, she thought on the whole that she had made a good match of it, and was as well off as most girls in the parish. As soon as they were mar ried, they went to live with the old man, who consented to divide the house with them; and Sally, who left her place, was to look after the establishment, and keep all things tidy. For some time things went on pretty well: James occasionally got drunk, but it was always after work hours, so that they lost nothing by it, as far as money went, except the cost of the beer; and when he came home in this state, he went at once to bed, and soon fell asleep, so that Sally felt, although it was a pity he ever took liquor, yet it might be worse, and on the whole she was not dissatisfied with her lot. In a short time the old man died, and James took possession of the house, upon which, in repairs and improvements was expended a portion of the money they had laid up in the savings' bank. James and Sally were both persons of good taste, and the alterations and improvements were so judiciously done, that Swilling's cottage was deservedly esteemed to be the prettiest one in the village. The walls were covered with roses and jasmine, which always appeared to bloom earlier, and to smell sweeter than those of their neighbours: their garden, too, which was cultivated by James in his spare hours, after work was done, always seemed to be fuller and better dressed than all the others in the neighbourhood. Time went on: they had been married six years, and had now four little children, two boys and two girls, who were always kept very clean and tidy by their mother, and were as beautiful children as could be seen. At this period, Samuel Nogood took a house distant about a quarter of a mile from James, and by degrees became very intimate with him. Sally watched this intimacy with great apprehensions, and often remonstrated with James upon it, telling him that Samuel's character was very bad, and that he could get no good by keeping company with him. Her advice, however, was unheeded, and by degrees James became so intimate with his new neighbour, that they spent the greater portion of their evenings together. The conse quence was, as Sally had foreseen, James became more and more confirmed in his evil propensities, and from |