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    Tell me , father , how I was brought up when young , before I could remember things . Hardily boy , at least as hardily as the beautiful climate would permit . Thy limbs were uncramped by bandages , and all thy motions were unimpeded . The water from a crystal stream was thy daily bath , wherein thou wouldst sport in wild delight , and white and curly was the carpet of lamb-skins , which served thee to roll on ere thou

    hadst learned to walk . Older grown , thy food was coarse , though plentiful , and partaken of at no stated intervals , but when hunger demanded it . A wild orchard and wilder wood were thy chosen haunts , and thy companions were two noble looking dogs , who constantly hung upon thy footsteps , serving as thy guard against the wild cattle , who , at times , burst through the enclosures into the mellow patches , while thy mimic lazo was whirling around thee , and thy shrill voice shouted forth imperfect accents , such as thou hadst heard from the lips of the hunters .

    Oh , father ! I can just recollect the boar attacking me . It is vividly present to me , boy . Thy dogs were away after a bull on the hill , and thou wert plucking a ripe melon , when the savage animal rushed through the hedge and overthrew thee . But for the lazo of the peasant who was hoeing the maize , the brute would have slain thee . Only that morning the hedge had been made seemingly secure against the ferocious brute ' s intrusion . But he was never ferocious afterwards .

    Was he killed ? No ; he was what the sailors call spritsail-yarded . A roller of wood , some three feet in length , was rivetted to the ring in his nose , which , while walking , he was accustomed to balance as carefully as a rope-dancer , but with all tlie gravity of an Alcalde when he first takes office , and grasps the gold-headed cane . He never again attempted a hedge .

    Father , do you remember when we set out on our travels across the great mountains ? Ay , boy ; and the peril on the green hill slope above the precipice which overlooks the river . We had slept in the grass in the valley below , and at early dawn the muleteers aroused us to proceed on our journey , while the grey mist hung around and impeded the view of

    the morning star . I had saddled a lean and half-vicious black horse , and was leading another fastened by the tether to a ring in the saddlegirth , while thou wert sitting before me on the pommel , prattling about each indistinct object which we passed . Suddenly a huge vulture arose directly before us on the narrow track , and his hoary wings

    flapped against the eyes of the steed , who first reared , and then sprang up the steepest part of the mountain in affright , dashing towards the cliff . Reining him back , the girth slipped , and I felt the saddle turning . Barely time had I to throw thee into a prickly bush , which held thy garments fast , ere horse and rider came to the earth together , on the extreme verge .

    I remember how furiously he kicked till he had got clear of the saddle trappings , in which your spur was hitched , while the rifle at your back went off in the struggle .

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    Juvenile Lessons .- 761 )

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1833, page 769, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2626/page/37/