WILLIAM.
I am afraid of a spider, Sir.
DR. BARTLETT.
That is a weakness, my dear William, which you must try to conquer; you shall draw some spiders for me. Now a spider, that insect so odious in your eyes, is of great service to us by his diligence. At the time that the grapes and other fruits begin to ripen, he spins a curious web to cover them from the flies and other insects, without doing the fruit any injury. And from this slight circumstance we may conclude with reason, that most things in the earth are serviceable, though we know not their particular use.
EMILIA.
Look, William, what a fine house, I wish I lived in such a noble one.
DR. BARTLETT.
And why, Emilia; think you that that house, because it appears so stately, is more convenient than the one you inhabit?
EMILIA.
It is much larger, Sir.