WHAT MUST BE, MUST.

"Now, you know, Master Henry, that you must come in; and you must change your shoes before you go to school, and it is almost school-time, Master Henry."

Master Henry was playing at trap-ball, which he liked very much still he was quite willing to go to school in proper time; but he had a little false pride, which felt hurt at the manner in which Mrs. Betty conveyed the summons. "I will be sure to come in, in proper time for school, Betty," said he, stiffly; "so never mind me:" and he began again to play at trap. In a few minutes, Betty summoned him again : "You know, Master Henry, you must come at last, so you might as well have done it at first," she said, as Henry prepared to obey. This sounded like reproach; and Henry began to look angry; but fortunately, his mother came in a gentle word from her set all right; and, after using the utmost expedition, he was just in time for school.

Betty complained to her mistress that "somehow or other, Master Henry, since he had grown a great boy, would seldom come in when she called him. If she called him gently, he did not seem to hear; but if she called him sharply, he turned obstinate."

Henry's mother talked with him concerning this petulance. She found that it arose from a false kind of spirit, which made him unwilling to be obedient to a servant. She reasoned with him upon this: "When Betty sees you playing in the garden, and knows you ought to come in, it is kind of her to tell you so.' "But she does not always speak kindly.'

"If you neglect her summons, and make her call you again and again, it is very tiresome to her; and it is no wonder, if, at last, she speaks crossly. When Betty desires you to do what you know I should wish, were I present, in obeying her you obey me."

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'Betty says, 'you must,' and she cannot reason with me as you do, mother," said Henry."

"Then reason with yourself, my dear boy that will generally answer the purpose; said his mother.

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"How long," asked Henry one day, "shall I be a child?"

"I do not know exactly; it depends partly on yourself," replied his mother.

"On myself! I cannot alter my growth," said Henry.

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No; but some are accounted children longer than others, because they have not judgment enough to conduct themselves," said his mother.

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I want to know how long I shall hear people say to me, you must do this,' or 'you must go there;" said Henry, "I do not like the word must."

"You must make up your mind to bear it, for you will hear it all your life," said Henry's brother Edgar. "How so, Edgar;" said Henry. "When I am a

man, who will say must to me ?"

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Yes," said Henry; "but the gardener is a servant."

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"I am sure that I hear the word must every day at Mr. Stocke's office," said Edgar. 'These papers must be written,-those bills must be made out.' "Then I won't be a lawyer," said least, I hope my father will not insist should not like to be a clerk at your office."

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"What will you be?" said his brother, smiling. "If I were to go to sea," said Henry

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Nay, nay; it is all must work there," said Edgar. "There are no masters so strict as army and navy commanders and of good reason; for, without strict obedience, there would be no order or discipline."

Henry looked grave. "If I were rich enough to be nothing at all."

"Then you would be a man of fashion, I suppose," said Edgar, laughing; "and your tailor would tell you how you must dress.”

Just then their father came in, and told their mother that he must go to London immediately, on business. "I am sorry for it," said their mother.

"So am I," said their father; "but I must go; and, therefore, there is no use in talking against it." "So you find even my father is obedient to this word must!" said Edgar to his brother, when their father had left the room.

"Who says 'you must,' to papa?" said Henry. "I will tell you," said his mother;

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the sense of what is right, or duty, which is another name for the knowledge of what we ought to do."

Henry's mother;
We might say it

"Come to this window," said "here is a farmer going to the fair. is a disagreeable thing for him to go out of his warm home on such a day but he knows it is right to go; or, as he would say to himself, he must; so he goes willingly and cheerfully. Here is a horse going to the fair: the horse cannot possibly understand the reason why he should go; but he is tractable and obedient, and therefore ambles along, pleasantly enough. But look at this pig! Piggy is obstinate, and keeps up a constant struggle the whole way: must conquers; the must go; and from this show of resistance, he has a most unpleasant journey before him. Now, which

would you rather be,-the horse which is led, or the pig which requires to be driven?"

"The horse, to be sure, mamma," said Henry; "but I would rather be the master, and go of my own will."

"Well, then, where you can, be the master,-the master of yourself, Henry; and when you know what is right, do it quickly,—do it cheerfully, of your own accord. But there are some things which you naturally forget, or you do not understand, which you require to be reminded of: allow us, therefore, to lead you,-do not oblige us to drive you along."

"It is putting off what we ought to do, which often makes us dislike doing it at last," said Henry's brother. "Most persons dislike getting up early in cold weather; but, disagreeable as it is, if we have courage to jump out directly when we know we ought to do so, there is pleasure in it, the pleasure of acting right; but the longer we linger in bed, the greater is our reluctance to rise; and when at length, we do get up, we have the added pain of self reproach. Itis far easier to do what we must, when we feel contented, than when we feel discontented with ourselves."

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I hope, indeed," said his mother, "that Henry will soon find that necessary things are by no means necessarily unpleasant; but I can assure him, that I have many things which I must do: I must now go and cut out his father's shirts; so I have no time to talk any longer on the subject.'

THE RIALTO. The bridge of the Rialto, of which we present a sketch, was built by Antonio da Ponse, the architect of the public prison of Venice. The mind immediately connects this spot with Shakespeare. "Ours is a trophy which will not decay With the Rialto; Shylock and the Moor And Pierre cannot be swept, worn away,

The key-stones of the arch though all were o'er,
For us repeopled was the solitary shore."