If the writer has succeeded in deepening in any young mind, the impression of the debt of gratitude we owe the authors of our free institutions, or if the following pages should lead any one to think and read more on the subject, she will feel amply rewarded for all the trouble bestowed on them.
STORIES OF GENERAL WARREN.
As Mary Montague and her mother were one morning sitting at work, by a cheerful fire, William, a boy about nine years old, ran in exclaiming, Oh dear mother! I'm so tired I don't know what to do.
Mrs. Montague. Why, my son, what has tired you so much?
William. I have been playing hoop more than an hour, and my hands ache so I can play no longer.
Mrs. M. Then you had better come and sit down with Mary and me and rest yourself.