"But here is 'Robinson Crusoe,' and here is the 'Arabian Nights'; why

not choose one of them?"

"Oh, no, sir--don't! They are about people that never lived, and things

that aren't true; and though they are very interesting, I know, there is

no solid satisfaction in them like there is in this--"

"Well, now 'this.' What is the great attraction of this to a boy? Why,

it's nothing but dry history," said Mr. Middleton, with an amused smile,

while he tried to "pump" the poor lad.

"Oh, sir, but there's so much in it! There's Captain John Smith, and Sir

Walter Raleigh, and Jamestown, and Plymouth, and the Pilgrim Fathers,

and John Hancock, and Patrick Henry, and George Washington, and the

Declaration of Independence, and Bunker's Hill, and Yorktown! Oh!" cried

Ishmael with an ardent burst of enthusiasm.

"You seem to know already a deal more of the history of our country than

some of my first-class young gentlemen have taken the trouble to learn,"

said Mr. Middleton, in surprise.

"Oh, no, I don't, sir. I know no more than what I have read in a little

thin book, no bigger than your hand, sir, that was lent to me by the

professor; but I know by that how much good there must be in this, sir."

"Ah! a taste of the dish has made you long for a feast."

"Sir?"

"Nothing, my boy, but that I shall follow your advice in the selection

of a book," said the gentleman, as he entered the shop. The lady and the

little girl remained in the carriage, and Ishmael stood feasting his

hungry eyes upon the books in the window.

Presently the volume he admired so much disappeared.

"There! I shall never see it any more!" said Ishmael, with a sigh; "but

I'm glad some boy is going to get it! Oh, won't he be happy to-night,

though! Wish it was I! No, I don't neither; it's a sin to covet!"

And a few minutes after the gentleman emerged from the shop with an

oblong packet in his hand.

"It was the last copy he had left, my boy, and I have secured it! Now do

you really think my young friend will like it?" asked Mr. Middleton.

"Oh, sir, won't he though, neither!" exclaimed Ishmael, in sincere

hearty sympathy with the prospective happiness of another.

"Well, then, my little friend must take it," said Mr. Middleton,

offering the packet to Ishmael.

"Sir!" exclaimed the latter.

"It is for you, my boy."

"Oh, sir, I couldn't take it, indeed! It is only another way of paying

me for a common civility," said Ishmael, shrinking from the gift, yet

longing for the book.

"It is not; it is a testimonial of my regard for you, my boy! Receive it

as such."




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