FOR INSTRUCTIONS IN THIS POTICHIMANIC DESIGN-(See p. 15). him. Accordingly, after a somewhat scanty education, he was taken from school, and put to the plough.

But, somehow or other, it happened that the boy became growingly averse to this arrangement. Probably the tyranny

of his elder brother had something to do with this. At all events, after some time spent at the work of the farm, Henry plucked up courage to say that farming was not to his taste, and to beg his father to put him to some other occupation.

FOR INSTRUCTIONS IN THIS POTICHIMANIC DESIGN-(See p. 15). Now, among the prejudices of Mr. Herbert, was one which we have found very common to people of his class. He believed that "the farming interest," as he termed it, was the only respectable interest in the country; that, except

among farmers, almost all virtue, honesty, talent, and manliness were extinct; and that, in fact, for a man who did not either possess or cultivate a certain number of acres, to pretend to hold up his head on a level with himself, and such as himself,

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Baily was the daughter of a iation, to whose care Henry ha ted on his first entrance At that time Emily was bat Henry happened to le fond of her, and she of before either had stepped over th of youth, their day dre with each interwoven with t age of the other. This was all ve interesting; but it was quit coming to the pain. But to the point Mrs. Herbert

was a piece of gross impertinence, not to be tolerated for an hour.

In course of time, however, the farmer softened down, gave Henry his blessing, apprenticed him to a grocer in London, and returned home, thankful that he had one son, at any rate, who was made of the right sort of stuff.

linen apron, for all the world like an old woman! I tell you what it is, son This was one of Mr. Herbert's pre- Henry," he added; "it is pride and idlejudices; and among other objects of ness; you are too proud and too lazy to his most violent and deep-rooted anti-work: we shall see what will become pathy were tradesmen :-a set of idle, of it." do-nothing, good-for-nothing scamps, he used to call them when he was in an ill mood, and any of them crossed his path. To be sure, there must be people, he supposed, to buy and sell, and keep shop, to cheat honest folks out of their money; but he could not conceive how any one with the spirit of a man could waste life in that sort of way, behind a counter. For his own part he would rather go to jail at once. At best, therefore, trade, in his view of the case, was a disagreeable necessity; and tradesmen were a race of people not for one moment to be compared with " honest, hardworking farmers like himself."

All this, of course, had transpired years before; and, in due course of time, Henry had emerged from his apprenticeship, and begun to think of having a business of his own. So he borrowed five hundred pounds of his father, took a house in some part of London, and opened his shop.

When Henry's father lent him the money, his mother shrewdly intimated that his next step ought to be to look out for a wife; and she ventured to observe that her neighbour Martin's only daughter not only possessed all desirable requisites for the connubial state, including a handsome dowry, but that she had been heard, on more than one occasion, to insinuate that she should, above all things, like to live in London; and also,

And while thus disposing, one after another, of every class in society but his own, and proud of his prejudices, Mr. Herbert thought himself very humble, unconceited, and unambitious, because he took his meals in a brick-paved kitchen, went to market and to church without gloves on his hands, and wore thicksoled and hob-nailed boots, leather gaiters, and a smock-frock from Monday morning-though of course not in the same to Saturday night. This was another of his prejudices.

"Not wish to be a farmer!" exclaimed Mr. Herbert, in most astounding amazement, when Henry had blurted out the confession. The Herberts always had been farmers, and always should be farmers, to the end of the chapter. The seed, breed, and generation shouldn't be disgraced by Why, Harry, you must be bewitched,-not wish to be a farmer ?"

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It was some time before Henry could induce his father to forego his stern resolution; but at length he succeeded in gaining permission to follow the bent of his inclination.

"But I never thought," said the staunch farmer, with a groan, "that I should live to see the day when a son of mine would demean himself by being a shopkeeper! -to stand behind a counter, and wear a

breath-her admiration of the person and manners of her former playmate, Harry Herbert.

The first part of his mother's advice met Henry Herbert's cordial approbation; the second he waived, with a promise of thinking about it. And almost the first business he transacted, on his return to London, was to "make love" seriously to Emily Garnet.

Emily was the daughter of a distant relation, to whose care Henry had been committed on his first entrance into London. At that time Emily was a little girl, but Henry happened to become mightily fond of her, and she of him; and before either had stepped over the threshold of youth, their day dreams were-with each-interwoven with the image of the other. This was all very interesting; but it was not coming to the point. But to the point Mrs. Herbert's